Page 16 of Dirty Sweet Cowboy

She blushes, still innocent despite what we've already done. "Touch me. Like…like last night."

My fingers slip beneath the fabric, finding her already wet through her panties. "So eager for me," I praise, rubbing her through the damp cotton. "Already soaked."

Her head falls back against the wall, exposing the slender column of her throat. I can't resist leaning in to taste her there, dragging my tongue over her pulse point before sucking gently, careful not to leave a mark. Not yet.

I push her underwear aside, finally feeling her bare flesh against my fingers. So soft. So wet. So fucking perfect. I slide one finger through her folds, gathering her slickness, circling her entrance without pushing inside.

"Wayne," she whimpers, hips bucking against my hand. "Please."

"Patience, angel," I murmur against her neck. “Daddy’s going to take care of you."

Finally, I push one finger inside her tight heat, groaning at the feel of her clenching around me. She's so tight. Virgin tight. My cock jerks at the thought of pushing into that tight channel, stretching her around my girth.

"Oh!" she gasps, eyes flying wide at the new sensation.

"Okay?" I check, stilling my finger inside her.

She nods frantically. "Yes. Don't stop."

I start moving, working my finger in and out slowly, letting her adjust to the feeling of penetration. Her breathing quickens, little pants and moans escaping her lips. When I feel her relaxing around me, I add a second finger, stretching her slightly.

"That's it," I praise as she takes the second finger easily. "Taking it so well. Such a good girl for me."

The praise makes her clench around my fingers, a flush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. Interesting. She really responds to that.

I increase my pace, fucking her with my fingers while my thumb finds her clit, circling the sensitive nub just how I learned she likes it last night. Her legs tighten around my waist, heels digging into my lower back as she rocks against my hand.

"Wayne," she moans, voice breathy and desperate. "I'm going to…it's happening again..."

"Come for me, angel," I encourage, curling my fingers inside her to hit that spot that makes her gasp. "Let go. I've got you. I’ve always got you.”

She shatters around my fingers, inner walls pulsing as her orgasm washes over her. Her head falls forward onto my shoulder, muffling her cries as she comes. I feel her wetness soaking my hand, running down my wrist. Fuck, she gets so wet when she comes. Another thing that drives me crazy about her.

I work her through it, slowing my movements as the aftershocks subside, until she's boneless in my arms, breathing hard against my neck. Only then do I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to taste her.

Her eyes widen as she watches me lick her essence from my fingers. "Wayne," she whispers, sounding scandalized and aroused at once.

"Delicious," I tell her with a smirk. "Can never get enough of how you taste."

I let her legs slide down until her feet touch the ground again, keeping an arm around her waist to steady her. She leans into me, trusting me to hold her up while she catches her breath.

Mine, the possessive voice in my head insists. All mine.

And she is. With each touch, each orgasm, each moment of pleasure I give her, she becomes more mine. Soon, I'll claim her completely. Mark her inside and out as belonging to me. Fill her with my cum. Maybe even with my child someday.

The thought should terrify me. Instead, it feels right. Inevitable.

"We should finish the chores," I say eventually, though I make no move to release her.

She nods against my chest but doesn't pull away either. "In a minute," she says softly.

I press a kiss to the top of her head, content to hold her for as long as she needs. The chores can wait. Everything can wait except this—this perfect moment with her in my arms, satisfied and soft and completely mine.

twelve

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Judy