Page 81 of Cowboy Daddies

One finger swirled around her clit and her breath hitched. “Yessss. So hard.” At this point it wasn’t foreplay she was looking for. She needed to be pounded into the mattress, but the liquid heat was building and coiling low in her body, and she wanted that orgasm just as much as she wanted to feel him inside her.

“It was hard for me too. You made me hard every time you rubbed against my crotch, or whispered naughty things in my ear. Do you know how tough it was to resist that?”

“You weren’t supposed to resist it. That was the point.” Wary of where the conversation was going, she snuck a look at his face. “Are you mad, Daddy?”

“Mad?” His fingers paused as he considered it, taking way too long. “Nope, not mad. But you caused me an awful lot of extra frustration… seems only fair I return it to you. Don’t you think?” Two fingers worked inside of her and began to slide in and out.

Oh no. No, no, no. She couldn’t handle edging now. Not after a whole week. Not after he’d wound her up. A whimper escaped her lips. “Please don’t, Daddy,” she whispered. The pitiful tone wasn’t even deliberate.

His fingers worked in and out, going a little deeper each time. “Please don’t?” He let them curl a little, so they stroked the roof of her entrance each time they plunged in, but it was too slow to bring her to her peak, and that was probably deliberate.

She was so close. “Please?” They both knew what she was asking for, as she twisted and rolled her hips to try to get the friction she desperately needed.

“Lucky for you, I’m nicer.” There was a low chuckle and then his fingers began to move faster. The angle shifted just enough to put more pressure on that spot and suddenly she was riding a wave of pleasure that rolled her over and under until she lost track of the world. She cried out, “Daddy!” so loud they probably heard it in every cabin down the row, but in that moment she didn’t care.

And then, while her pussy was still clenching hungrily, he pulled his hand free and replaced it with the tip of his cock. The first stroke, while everything was throbbing and overly sensitive, shoved her right over the edge again. She clamped down hard in surprise, holding him so tightly that he grunted with the effort it took to keep the motion going.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckyesplease.” The low chant was punctuated with moans and sighs. She couldn’t swear it was worth waiting a week for, but it definitely hit the spot.

Carter suddenly rolled them over, so she was sitting on him. “Since you’re such a good rider now, I’m going to let you do the work, sweetheart.”

She wasn’t usually an ‘on top’ kind of girl. She liked to feel like she was being taken and controlled during sex, and it could be hard for her to get into guiding the pace. But every once in a while, being on top could be a hell of a lot of fun. “I’m told I have a natural seat,” she said, smirking down at him as she began to move.

He reached around to give her seat a good squeeze with both hands. “Very natural,” he agreed.

What little sting was still there from the short spanking flared. It sent a nice little burst of encouragement to her clit, and she began to put her riding lessons to good use. The smooth up-and-down gait transferred from horse to man quite nicely, with one difference. That difference was currently straining to reach the deepest parts of her every time she came down, and it certainly made riding an experience.

Allegra had heard the jokes about girls and horseback riding, of course, and seen the references in movies too. She’d been half disappointed to find it wasn’t at all true, at least not for her. However, the way she’d been taught to sit in the saddle as she trotted and galloped… was adding an incredible new dimension to riding her Daddy.

It wasn’t exactly like being in the saddle. She didn’t need to raise up quite so high for one thing, but she used the posture she’d learned, and she let her hips swing forward as she moved, the way she did while trotting. It might have been the first time she felt completely confident on top.

The flexing and tightening of her backside as she moved was a no-no on the horse, but a yes-yes for her Daddy, who was already struggling to hold back just a little longer. Between gritted teeth, he said, “Damn, girl. Should have signed you up for riding lessons sooner.” It was the last coherent thing he said, because just then she settled all the way down and began to circle her hips as she ground against him.

He sucked in a breath and then his hips were snapping up hard and fast. His hands grabbed her at the waist and held her there while he slammed up into her body. He cried out, or maybe she did, she couldn’t tell anymore.

All she knew was that another climax was on the way, and when she tightened her rippling core around his length, it pulled him over the edge with her. With a harsh shout and one last shuddering thrust, it was over—for the moment.

She fell forward, sprawled across his chest. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears and her breathing came in harsh pants that turned into shaky laughter after a minute. “That was amazing. Let’s do it again,” she said breathlessly.

Carter groaned. “Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart? I’m going to need a minute.” His arms wrapped around her, pinning her against him, and then he laughed too as he plucked a rose petal out of her hair.

Allegra wasn’t really ready for another round anyway. Her entire body was lit up. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire. Even the air blowing across her damp skin was enough to make her shudder and twitch. Neither of them moved for a while.

When she finally forced herself to roll off of him, it was because the drying sweat was making their skin stick, and it was getting uncomfortable. “Shower?” she suggested.

He turned his head and cracked one eye to look at her. “I guess we both need one, but if we go together … you know what’ll happen.”

She did.

They went together anyway and after the hot spray brought back some of their energy, she got her round two. It wasn’t as intense, though Carter slipping on the wet floor just as he came and almost falling through the glass door did add some unexpected excitement. After that they decided it was safer in bed.

They fed each other strawberries and talked until they finally fell asleep, but early in the pre-dawn morning, she woke up suddenly from a dream that left her feeling anxious. It was a work dream. They were caused by stress and usually ruined her sleep. It was the first she’d had since they left the city.

It took a while for the anxiety to die down, and it was impossible to sleep after. Once it had been brought to mind, she couldn’t help thinking about her situation. So much work wasted if she left, but… was Edward ever going to follow through? Carter had probably been right about him.

She lay there in the dark, turning over options until finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. Taking care not to wake her husband, she slid out of bed and tiptoed across the room to grab her laptop out of her bag. She took it into the bathroom and closed the door.

Logging in with the ranch’s Wi-Fi was easy enough. She scrolled through her email out of habit more than anything. It had been over a week, and the messages had piled up. As always, there were plenty from work that she should probably deal with—but she was on vacation, and she knew Carter would be annoyed if she did.