I tug her little shorts aside, and panties, too, and she frees my cock from my jeans, and right there on the porch swing with the cicadas chirping, she sinks down on me bareback.
I take her face in my hands and crush my mouth to hers, overwhelmed with how good this all feels. Quinn rides slow, lifting her hips a little, sinking back down slowly, her eyes holding mine the whole time.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I praise her pussy, how wet and tight she is, how velvety she feels. I reach back and fill my hands with her plump little cheeks and encourage herto ride me faster, lifting her up and guiding her down. Her head falls back, and the ends of her hair dust my knuckles as I guide her through her first bareback ride.
“Oh my god, Landry,” she whines, letting go of her grip of my chest and throat to pull up her little Skynyrd tee, exposing her full breasts, the little pink tips stiff and plucky. I crash my mouth to one, sucking it onto my tongue as she mewls with delight. Her spine arches, and I bring my hands to her tits, cupping and kneading them as I lick and suck her nipples, moving my greedy mouth between the two. She rolls her hips, fucking me slow and deep, her soft moans scrambling my brain, pushing my restraint farther and farther away.
“Damn, baby, you have such a hot little body, I love your tight little pussy and these perfect tits,” I tell her, still cupping one breast, my other hand pressed to her flat belly, just above her groin. I grip her lightly, and her hips cease rolling as our eyes slam together.
“I’m gonna give you a belly, and you’re gonna look so pretty with my baby inside you. You’re gonna be goddamn perfect sitting on this swing, holding our baby, feeding it with these breasts.” My cock is painfully rigid inside of her, and she tests me, clenching, whining in tandem with my words. “I’m gonna breed my beautiful, young wife, and keep her pregnant because I can’t keep my filthy hands off of her, did you know that? You, my wife, are gonna be on your back with your legs spread every day of your life because you’re so goddamn sweet, so perfect, so special,” I praise, meaning every word, seeing every single bit of it in our future.
She nods, panting, sweat beading on her forehead as she swivels her hips to take me at a different angle, sinking down to get every inch inside. We both groan at the movement, my orgasm snaking down my spine, readying itself in my groin, coiling, hot and potent.
“Yes, Landry, yes, put a baby in me, please,” she moans, fucking me so hard I’ve gotta dig my heel into the ground to keep the swing from smackin’ the house.
“You want my cum?” I grit out, her little pussy milking me as she finds her release.
“Oh god, Landry, I’m coming, please, come with me, come with me,” she begs, her hips still working fast as she chases her high, finding pleasure on my cock, which sends me over the edge.
“There you go, baby, come on my cock, fuck, that feels good,” I tell her, pulling her face down to mine, crashing my mouth to hers. “You ready?” I ask, nipping kisses off her lips as she clenches me, still grinding and fucking herself, eyes hooded.
She nods as my cock swells, throbbing in pulses as my orgasm tears through me, erupting in white-hot waves. “Landry.” She moans my name as her hips stop their journey, and she sinks down on me fully, taking my cock as deep as she can as I fill her instead of a condom. It feels like heaven, and my toes curl in my boots as my orgasm trails off, and my cock calms inside of her.
Quinn leans back and holds my eyes as she strokes her fingertips over the base of my shaft, right below where I’m still buried inside her. “I love bareback everything,” she sighs, bracing her feet against my thighs, holding the back of my neck to keep her steady. Slowly, she lifts herself nearly off, keeping the head of my cock inside of her. We watch as white cream slides out of her pink pussy, down my shaft, before she sinks back down, sending it all back inside.
“Well, cowboy,” she says as I help her off of me, nearly getting hard again when she rights her panties and slams her legs together to— “I’m goin’ to keep you inside me as long as I can.”
She straightens her little shirt. “You’re right, bareback is better.”
I pull her against me and drape the blanket over her lean, bare legs. “I think you’re right about that.”
We sway in the swing, and Quinn tells me that in the last few days, she’s gotten the idea for a series of small-town documentaries. She tells me that she’s met so many incredible people in Sable Sky while learning about me that she believes there’s enough content here to get a whole series of small-town documentaries.
I admit to her something I’ve been wrangling with for the last few weeks, too.
I tell her that maybe I’m not done with rodeo. I haven’t decided just yet, but with her here, the joy has come back.
Maybe this will be my comeback, and not just for a film, but for real. I thought I was done with the rodeo, but that was when I was at my lowest, and holding on to bronc ridin’ just didn’t feel important. With happiness and clarity, both of those things I gained with Quinn's presence, I’m starting to wonder if a real comeback wouldn’t be a good thing.
We talk and swing, and Quinn tells me one day, whenever life has slowed down and things are calm, we should have another ceremony, just for us, and to that, I agree.
That night we sleep together, as husband and wife, in our bed.
CHAPTER 31
WHISPERIN’ AND SMOOCHIN’
I can’t helpbut tap my foot against the ground nonstop because I have let my nerves get the best of me, no doubt. I chew my thumbnail and peer up at the scoreboard, waiting for the last rider’s score to appear. The crowd cheers, and the red bulbs illuminate. Seventy-seven.
I know, barring a terrible and unforeseen circumstance, Landry will crush that score. He could have a higher scoring ride than that with a blindfold on, but as I’ve learned, part of his skills come from his years of experience. The younger riders can be talented and amazing, but there are unexpected moments in riding that can only be assuaged by experience.
Landry’s next, so I angle my camera toward the announcer, capturing the moment he calls out my favorite rider. “UP NEXT, WEARING NUMBERONE-FORTY-THREE, PAIRED WITH MARIA, A BUCKING MARE FROM SALIDA RANCH IN SABLE SKY, IS FIVE-TIME BAREBACK CHAMPION AND STAR OF THE UPCOMING UBS FILMTHE COMEBACK RIDER, MR. LANDRY VAUGHN!”
The bleachers rattle as the town gets to their feet, cheering on Landry as he stands at the chute, waving briefly before plopping his hat on his head. Tate talks to Landry as he climbs onto Maria, a mare he’s ridden before. Maria is one of the more wild bucking horses in rotation, but Landry’s expression is all confidence. Shoulders set back, legs extended, he adjusts his grip on the rig and nods.
Then it happens.
The buzzer sounds, and the chute gate opens, Maria surging forward wildly the first moment she can. She’s quick, but Landry marks out in under two seconds, his spurs far above Maria’s withers, strong hand waving in the dark sky. Her jumps are wild but not explosive, which leaves room for Landry’s strength and control to take over, and own this ride.
