Compromised Cowgirl by Reece Butler Page B

her belly and into the soft hairs protecting her pussy. He expected her to be wet from the water, but when he pressed into her pussy his finger met hot, wet flesh.
    “And this, definitely.”
    She tilted her head to look at him, eyes glazed and lips parted. He pressed her against him with his left hand, swept his lips against her and found her clit with his thumb. He swallowed her gasp, following his finger thrusts in her lower lips with his tongue in her mouth. He circled her clit with his thumb.
    “You want more?”
    She nodded, gulping air.
    He lifted her high enough to capture her nipple between his lips. He rolled it in his mouth as she squirmed against him. A tiny bite made her gasp. He leaned his forehead against hers and whispered.
    “I’m going to lie you down by the water and lick your pussy until you scream. Then I’m going to lie on my back while you ride my cock. Again, you’ll scream. When I come inside your pussy, you’ll be too tired to scream, but you’ll want to.”
    He held her face with his hands until she nodded agreement. He carried her to shore and set her down on her clothes. She hesitated when he pressed her knees wide to look at her swollen, glistening lips. He shook his head and slid a finger over her clit. She dropped her knees wide, begging for more with a deep groan.
    First, he inhaled her scent, clean and fresh. He caught her soft curls with his lips, nipping them the way Trouble did her hair. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He pressed her lips back with his fingers, groaned, and flicked her clit with his tongue.
    She shuddered and grabbed his head with both hands. He used his nose on her for a minute before sucking her inner lips into his mouth. He moved to free one hand, sinking his middle finger into her to the knuckle. He added his first finger and curled them forward. She gasped when he stroked the spongy area he found. She accepted his other fingers easily as he kept stroking.
    Liquid flowed out of her, proof she wanted him doing this. He changed the stroking to tapping using his thumb on the outside of her pubic bone in a pincer-like movement. She moaned, twitching her hips under him. Close, but not yet.
    Keeping his fingers going, he nuzzled her clit. She gasped and shuddered. He reached his free hand to her breast. This time when he tapped her he sucked her right on the clit and pinched her nipple at the same time.
    She gave a dainty scream and bucked under him. He smiled and let her down gently, rubbing her pussy until her body turned to jelly. A moment later, she tensed up.
    “Open your eyes and look at me,” he ordered. That stubborn chin of hers stuck out. He sat up and leaned over her. “Open your eyes, or I’ll put you over my knee!”
    Immediately he was hit with a glare.
    “You wouldn’t dare!”
    “The way you behaved the last few weeks, I should have put you over my lap ten times a day.”
    “Then why didn’t you?” Still, the glare.
    “Because I didn’t know why my cock saluted every time you came near.”
    She put her hand on his, showing what she wanted. He nibbled her breasts, making her moan. She arched her back, demanding more. He liked the way she stood up to him. He wanted a strong, passionate woman, one who matched him physically and sexually. None of those prissy misses who needed to be coaxed out of their shifts, he wanted one who would demand he satisfy her.
    Yet he also wanted to chase her across a meadow, rip off her clothes, wrestle her to her hands and knees, and take her from behind like a stallion would a mare. She would buck and scream, fighting him, making him earn the right to have her.
    He wanted an equal. A ranch hand who could take his orders during the day, respectfully suggesting improvements. But when they were man and woman, he wanted a give and take that would drive them both far beyond the placid sex of domesticity. And he wanted to share her with his partners, but not yet.
    Wild, passionate, and daring, he wanted Jessie to