Page 100 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

“Goddamn,” he groaned, his fingers bruising my hips as he bottomed out, grinding deep. “You feel this? This tight little pussy was made to ride my cock.”

“Beau—” My head tipped back. I was barely able to breathe through how good it felt.

“You can take more,” he growled, pulling back slowly, dragging every inch of his cock against my walls before slamming back in.

I gasped, my pussy clenching around him. “Fucking hell⁠—”

He chuckled as he watched my face. He thrust harder, making my tits bounce with every stroke. “That’s right, baby. Let me hear it. Let me hear how good I fuck you.”

My body was wrecked by how deep he was hitting.

“You wanna ride, Cowgirl?” He taunted me, grabbing my waist and flipping us so he was on his back, his cock still buried deep. “Then fuckin’ ride me.”

I straddled him, thighs trembling, feeling impossibly full with him stretching me open from this angle.

“Take it,” he ordered, gripping my ass. “Bounce on my cock like a good girl.”

I obeyed, rolling my hips, lifting and sinking down, taking every inch of him. He groaned, fingers digging into my skin, guiding my movements, making me fuck myself on his cock exactly the way he wanted.

“Goddamn, look at you,” he gritted out, gripping my hips, making me move faster. “Pussy gripping me so fuckin’ tight, soaking me, ridin’ me like you were fuckin’ born for it.”

I moaned, my thighs burning. He was too big, too deep, and it felt too fucking good.

“You like it like this, don’t you?” he said with a teasing lilt. “You like being on top, thinking you’re in control.”

I barely managed a nod, pleasure sparking through my veins as I rode him harder.

“You’re not,” he growled, sitting up in a flash.

He slid his free hand up, trailing over my throat, curling his fingers around my neck, squeezing and making my breath hitch. My pulse hammered beneath his palm, my body surrendering completely.

“Wear my hand like a fuckin’ necklace,” he murmured against my lips. “Grip my wrist like you’re holdin’ onto a bull, Cowgirl—’cause I ain’t lettin’ go till you’re fucked and wrecked.”

I moaned, my head tipping back, my body completely at his mercy.

“Take every fuckin’ inch while I hold you right here, wearin’ me like I own you.”

“Beau—fuck⁠—”

“You’re gonna come on my cock,” he ordered.

He slid his fingers between us, rubbing my clit, pushing me straight to the edge.

“Now,” he demanded, his lips brushing my ear. “Come for me, Cowgirl. Make a fuckin’ mess.”

I shattered, my body tightening, my orgasm ripping through me. I trembled, crying out as I came all over his cock, clenching around him.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his own control snapping.

He gripped my ass, slammed me down hard, and buried himself deep, groaning as he spilled into the condom, his whole body shaking beneath me.

I collapsed against him, panting, my skin slick with sweat.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, trying to catch my breath.

Beau chuckled, still gripping my ass. “Told you, baby,” he murmured against my neck. “You ride like a fuckin’ dream.”

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