him…in life, in my heart, and in the bedroom. Completely.
I nodded and leaned forward and rubbed my mouth along the stubble cloaking his square jaw.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, flicking the tip of my tongue at his moist, full lips. “I’m pretty much game for anything, cowboy. The only thing that puts this cowgirl in a piss-poor mood is a long wait.”
Before I could say anything else, Gunner had scooped me up and tossed me over a shoulder.
“Hey, now!” I slapped him on the back playfully. “The last time you manhandled me, things went south pretty fast.”
Gunner’s deep, throaty “I’ll rock your world” laugh caused my already charged-up pussy to hum. “And you think that was a bad thing, sweetie?” With a hard and quick smack to my ass, he sauntered through the bathroom door.
Water rushed along the cold tile walls and spilled down my back, leaving a puddle beneath my bare feet. With eyes shut tight, I arched my back against the slippery tile and allowed myself a moment of relaxation. A pair of rough, slick hands danced between my carelessly spread-eagled thighs, drawing me back into the moment. On instinct alone I moved my feet wider apart and allowed him an open-door invitation. A finger casually roamed across my skin and down my backside and stopped just above my ass crack.
His thumb pressed into the butt dimple. “Are you sure?” he asked, letting his thumb slip further between my cheeks.
I cocked my head over my shoulder and breathed, “Yes. I’d like to try again.” I eyed my mischievous Texas Ranger down.
His thumb slipped away, and he replaced the soft touch with the pressure of his hand at the small of my back. He leaned in a smidgen, brushing and nipping at the nape of my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my damp skin. It sent my pulse into overdrive. “Okay, sweetheart”—his teeth grazed just below my earlobe—“we’ll play by your rules this time.” He angled himself up behind me and nudged my lower back with his cock.
My cheek slipped on the tile and my heart galloped into my throat as I stood pinned against the shower wall, getting wound up like a jack-in-the-box. With a breathless plea, I asked, “You’re toying with me again, cowboy?”
A muscular arm reached between me and the tile wall, snaking around my waist. Then suddenly I spun around, ass smacking the cold tile, water dripping from my nose and pooling between my neglected tits, and my eyes locked in on the horniest cowboy this side of El Paso.
I stared at his tempting cock, the chiseled lines of his damp six-pack, working my way up toward the rattlesnake tattoo that rippled along his muscular right forearm. The need to feel him inside me escalated.
Gunner swallowed hard, drinking me in with hungry eyes. “Sweetheart,” he said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, “it’s time for you to get down on your knees.”
Looking at him engulfed in lust and passion, I stroked my thumb down to the trail leading toward the dark curls surrounding that scrumptious dick. With each touch I could feel his deep intake of breath. Damn, was he a glorious sight. I wanted to taste him, let him fill my mouth. I reached out to cup his balls, only to have him slap my hand out of the way and pull me back up onto my feet in one fell swoop. We stared at each other for a moment, debating the next move. Then he roughly grabbed me by the neck and pulled me flush against him. My heart stalled when he nuzzled my shoulder.
“Fuck, Laney,” he said, drawing his lips across mine. “I just can’t get enough of you.” And then he crushed his mouth against mine.
My lips parted at the first thrust of his tongue, and I allowed him to devour my mouth. With each nip of his teeth I was slowly sinking and knew I couldn’t ever outrun my reckless heart. This cowboy had roped me in ages ago, and there was no turning back. I looked up, and our eyes locked into that old high-school crush stareoff. We gazed at each other in a
I nodded and leaned forward and rubbed my mouth along the stubble cloaking his square jaw.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, flicking the tip of my tongue at his moist, full lips. “I’m pretty much game for anything, cowboy. The only thing that puts this cowgirl in a piss-poor mood is a long wait.”
Before I could say anything else, Gunner had scooped me up and tossed me over a shoulder.
“Hey, now!” I slapped him on the back playfully. “The last time you manhandled me, things went south pretty fast.”
Gunner’s deep, throaty “I’ll rock your world” laugh caused my already charged-up pussy to hum. “And you think that was a bad thing, sweetie?” With a hard and quick smack to my ass, he sauntered through the bathroom door.
Water rushed along the cold tile walls and spilled down my back, leaving a puddle beneath my bare feet. With eyes shut tight, I arched my back against the slippery tile and allowed myself a moment of relaxation. A pair of rough, slick hands danced between my carelessly spread-eagled thighs, drawing me back into the moment. On instinct alone I moved my feet wider apart and allowed him an open-door invitation. A finger casually roamed across my skin and down my backside and stopped just above my ass crack.
His thumb pressed into the butt dimple. “Are you sure?” he asked, letting his thumb slip further between my cheeks.
I cocked my head over my shoulder and breathed, “Yes. I’d like to try again.” I eyed my mischievous Texas Ranger down.
His thumb slipped away, and he replaced the soft touch with the pressure of his hand at the small of my back. He leaned in a smidgen, brushing and nipping at the nape of my neck. I could feel his hot breath on my damp skin. It sent my pulse into overdrive. “Okay, sweetheart”—his teeth grazed just below my earlobe—“we’ll play by your rules this time.” He angled himself up behind me and nudged my lower back with his cock.
My cheek slipped on the tile and my heart galloped into my throat as I stood pinned against the shower wall, getting wound up like a jack-in-the-box. With a breathless plea, I asked, “You’re toying with me again, cowboy?”
A muscular arm reached between me and the tile wall, snaking around my waist. Then suddenly I spun around, ass smacking the cold tile, water dripping from my nose and pooling between my neglected tits, and my eyes locked in on the horniest cowboy this side of El Paso.
I stared at his tempting cock, the chiseled lines of his damp six-pack, working my way up toward the rattlesnake tattoo that rippled along his muscular right forearm. The need to feel him inside me escalated.
Gunner swallowed hard, drinking me in with hungry eyes. “Sweetheart,” he said, placing a firm hand on my shoulder, “it’s time for you to get down on your knees.”
Looking at him engulfed in lust and passion, I stroked my thumb down to the trail leading toward the dark curls surrounding that scrumptious dick. With each touch I could feel his deep intake of breath. Damn, was he a glorious sight. I wanted to taste him, let him fill my mouth. I reached out to cup his balls, only to have him slap my hand out of the way and pull me back up onto my feet in one fell swoop. We stared at each other for a moment, debating the next move. Then he roughly grabbed me by the neck and pulled me flush against him. My heart stalled when he nuzzled my shoulder.
“Fuck, Laney,” he said, drawing his lips across mine. “I just can’t get enough of you.” And then he crushed his mouth against mine.
My lips parted at the first thrust of his tongue, and I allowed him to devour my mouth. With each nip of his teeth I was slowly sinking and knew I couldn’t ever outrun my reckless heart. This cowboy had roped me in ages ago, and there was no turning back. I looked up, and our eyes locked into that old high-school crush stareoff. We gazed at each other in a
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