“Quit,” he growls, working us harder, faster, but keeping me low on his shaft.
“I want itso bad. Please, Daddy…” I hiss and whine, throwing my head back to watch a streak of light cut across the beige fabric on the roof of the truck, the top of his hat bumping and rubbing next to my hands as I brace them on the ceiling. “Please…” I whimper again, knowing it won’t break him.
Nothing breaks him.
“No. I’ll fuck you six ways ‘til Sunday every day for the rest of your life, but only once the ink dries on the marriage license. Only once the preacher says, ‘You may kiss the bride.’ Now, quit.” He uses that same tone he does with his horses, and it sends a flood of slick warmth from my body, coating his shaft as he lands a sharp smack on my hip. I hear a buzz as his phone receives a text. Then another. Roman ignores them. “Now, come like a good girl.”
I’m already there. The light and dark in him swirl around, mixing with the heady friction of his iron-hard shaft, slick with my arousal, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, until I turn into a bundle of knots and choked moans.
His giant arms lock around my waist, pulling us together as my body bucks and jerks, lights flashing behind my lids as manic movements take control of my hips, and I lose myself in this cowboy who’s the only man I’ve ever wanted.
“Good girl,” he groans, growling as his body hardens under mine.
I’m climax-delirious when he lifts my body from his lap, spreading his knees and grabbing my hair into a knot with one hand, the other on that monstrous erection that rivals enough of the horse cocks I’ve seen to make most women wince.
I know what’s coming. Snort. No pun intended.
“Eyes closed, mouth open. Here’s your prize.”
With a jerk and a tug, my face is shoved downward, and the first warm spurt lands on my right cheek. Opening my mouth, I extend my tongue, taking his offering with greedy willingness, and the savory cream hits home as Roman comes like a stallion letting loose a low bellow inside the truck cab that vibrates down into my core.
His release lands on my face, and in my mouth, and I take it all.
“So fucking pretty with Daddy’s gift all over your face,” he groans as I lap up everywhere my tongue can reach, swallowing it down. “Say thank you.”
I open my eyes to see Roman’s satisfied smirk through strings of cum sticking to my lashes. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He runs the pads of his fingers down my face, scooping up his warm release and feeding it to me. I take it willingly and joyfully. I want his dick inside me, but I’ll take this for now.
“Good girl.”
2
Emily
I’m still cum splattered and panting when Roman reaches for his phone.
“Everything okay?” I ask as his abs flex, and he reaches around me, pulling his phone back and tapping the screen.
In most other circumstances, I would think it’s a pretty big dick move to grab your phone with your girl still on her knees, covered in your cum… In this case, I know he’s anxious because his mom, my Aunt Leah, has been on an experimental treatment that supposedly might regenerate some of the nerves and repair some of the damage in her legs. But it’s been causing some crazy side effects, and I know Roman has been super worried, as he should be.
Leah and May were in the car when some drug-addled driver hit them and killed their parents. My mom, May, ended up with scars that I’ve only rarely seen, but Aunt Leah’s legs were crushed, and she’s been in a battle of pain and function ever since.
Roman taps and scrolls for a few seconds, the worry easing from the corners of his eyes. Then he tosses his phone back into the front seat, refocusing on my face with that dark, sexy smile as I sit there covered in his release like a perfect cherub cowgirl offering for her Daddy.
“If I had my way, I’d leave this on you all day, but I’m not sure my brother and sister will appreciate you wearing this kind of new face cream.” He reaches around into his back pocket, pulls out a faded blue bandana, and wipes down my face with the gentleness and focus of a father. As he does, I notice something has shifted in his eyes.
Sure, he’s got that post-nut blush on his cheeks, but this is different. I know him better than I know myself, and I know something is going on.
Something has changed. “What’s going on? Something with Aunt Leah?”
His Adam’s Apple slides up and down. The indents between his abdominal muscles deepen as he tenses.
He shakes his head. “That wasn’t her. It was Casey.”
He stops, and it’s like all the air in the truck disappears. His hands come to cover the sides of my head, engulfing me when he lowers his face, the tip of his nose touching mine. I smell the hint of those Starlight peppermints he loves so much before he says, “I’m gonna marry you, Emily.”
I laugh. “I know that already. I’ve known it since I was fourteen, and you kissed me for the first time. Earlier, probably?—”
