Page 27 of Bronco
“That’s it. Rub yourself.”
I whimper at his words. He’s so big, and he’s filling me so much. I didn’t even realize how empty I was until he put his fingers in my pussy.
I rub my clit furiously, stars finally exploding behind my eyes. When I come, it’s with his whispered words of praise in my ear. He’s telling me how proud he is of me, of how beautiful and sweet I am.
It’s one thing to give him my body. It’s another thing to accept his whispered words and know they’re only in the moment. “Inside me. Now.”
He stands from the sofa, looming over me. He yanks at his boots and pants, kicking them off so quickly he nearly topples over me. Then he swears under his breath. He goes back to his pants and yanks his wallet from them. He pauses then and gives me a look I don’t fully understand. “I haven’t carried these in well over a decade.”
I see the foil packet, and my heart skips a beat. In all of my fantasies, Bronco has always taken me with nothing between us. No barriers. Just skin on skin as he fills me with his come. Sometimes in my fantasies, he growls at me that he’s going to give me his come and that I’m going to give him a baby in return.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
“Are you sure?”
I take a deep breath and decide to go for it. After all, if I’m going to play out my Bronco fantasies this afternoon, then I’d rather experience them in all their glory. “I want every inch of you inside of me, and I want to feel it all.”
It’s the only permission he needs. The next thing I know, he’s rolling over me and sliding his cock through my slick folds.
I expect him to thrust into my body, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pauses. He brushes a kiss to my forehead. “You’re special to me. Precious. I need you to know that.”
“I need you to know that I think you have an incredible ass,” I answer, trying desperately to lighten the mood. He can’t mean these beautiful words the way I hope he does. Thinking that he does is the surest way to getting my heart broken.
He rocks his hips forward. “Feel this. Feel me sliding deep and taking care of you.”
He presses into my body then. He moves slowly and despite the previous orgasms, he’s still huge. So huge that it takes my breath away and makes me gasp.
He stops, holding his big body above mine. The way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel like he can read every thought in my head. Like he knows everything about me with a single glance.
“Keep going,” I tell him when the burn fades. It’s starting to feel...good. So good down there.
The soft smile he gives me is filled with tenderness. “I’m not rushing the most perfect thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I whine his name as he slowly thrusts in and out. He keeps his thrusts measured and controlled. He’s still cupping my face, his expression filled with so much affection.
With every movement, every hot glide of friction, my body opens to his a little more until he slowly sinks all the way in. There’s no pain, only delightful pleasure.
“You were made for me,” he breathes.
My hands are roaming, touching him everywhere. I trace the planes of his body through his shirt, wishing he’d taken it off. If we do this again, I’m going to insist on getting to see the full picture so I can appreciate every detail of my cowboy.
He reaches for my clit, playing with my swollen nub. “Let me feel you squeezing me.”
I call his name in a moan. He’s sending me higher and higher with every thrust. Just when I’m teetering on the edge, he whispers, “Give me everything.”
His words push me over the cliff and then I’m falling into a pleasure so deep that I’m not sure where I end and he begins. There’s only this one sweaty, perfect moment between us.
It’s not until he’s coming, splashing my insides with his seed, that I realize how much it’s going to hurt me to return to my normal life after this. I’ll go back to the community home and have to pretend that I don’t know what it feels like when he’s thrusting deep into me and calling me sweetheart under his breath.
He doesn’t move for a long time. He hovers over me, letting his seed fill me without a word. Some crazy part of me hopes that today is the day my birth control fails. Maybe that’s a horrible thing to think, but what if I could have a tiny piece of Bronco forever? What if I could raise a little cowboy with his father’s eyes? Is that really such a horrible thing to want?
“You’re thinking hard about something,” he murmurs and twists his body around. He does it carefully, somehow maneuvering us without hurting my leg. We’re on the couch together, my head on his chest. I can hear his frantic heartbeat beneath his flannel shirt. That steady sound is the best one in the world. “What’s on your mind?”
I can’t tell him that I want his baby. Even the inexperienced virgin knows better than to talk about that when a man’s come is still dripping between her legs. The time to talk about babies is not now. Fortunately, my stomach growls. “Just thinking about a good sandwich.”
Chapter 10
Bronco
