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underwear and then remembered to search his pockets for his wallet and the foil packet

he had tucked inside it. That he lay on the table next to the bed.

A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “I hope you brought more than one of

those.”

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He pulled several more from his back pocket and gave her a lopsided grin. “Didn’t

want you to think I was taking anything for granted.”

Glancing up, he saw her wide-eyed gaze staring at his cock, and he let her look her

fill. When she finally raised her eyes to his, his voice was tight. “You can still change

your mind, Katelyn.”

Her own voice was a little hoarse when she said, “Are you crazy?” She sank onto

the bed, and he was right there, climbing over her, parting her legs with his knees.

Kneeling between her legs, he ripped open a packet with his teeth and smoothed

the latex down his shaft. Then he curled his back to take an erect little nipple into his

mouth and suckle as he rooted with his cock between her legs.

Her hands closed around him and guided him inside her pussy.

Even through the sheath, he could feel her moist heat and the muscles of her inner

walls clasp his dick. He let go of her nipple and stretched out on top of her, resting on

his elbows to look into her face. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, a smile trembling on her lips.

He kissed her mouth and lifted, just their breaths between them. “Think I’m staying

here a while.”

A faint smile stretched her full lips. “Feeling warm and cozy?”

“I’m feeling a lot of things, but cozy isn’t one of ‘em.”

Her hands caressed his chest, her fingers circling his flat nipples. “Feel like a ride,

cowboy?”

A short bark of laughter caught him by surprise and he rolled, taking her with him,

stopping when she rose above him. “Sweetheart, wanna save a horse? Ride a cowboy!”

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Chapter Six

He’d known sex would be different with this woman—somehow more, but he

wasn’t prepared for the rush of emotions that washed over him at Katelyn’s first

tentative movements.

She was awkward and self-conscious, perched on top of him. He could tell by the

frown that wrinkled her forehead and the way her hands wouldn’t settle on any one

place for longer than a moment.

He couldn’t believe she’d never topped a man before—and bit back an oath at the

thought of the selfish bastard who’d taken from her, probably humping her like a

blowup doll for all the joy he’d given her.

The fact she knew how to give a blowjob, but had never had the favor returned,

burned a hole in his gut too. Katelyn deserved so much more.

He reached for her hands and placed them on his chest, then guided her knees

alongside his hips. “That better?”

Her nod was sharp, her breaths harsh. “I feel so full.”

She felt wonderful—lush and wet as her cunt caressed his length. “Am I hurting

you?”

“No.” She shivered, her eyes closing momentarily. When they opened again, she

whispered, “Show me?”

He reached and cupped the back of her head, pulling her close for a rough kiss.

“Just move,” he said, his voice harsh. “Whatever feels good is right.”

She levered up and lifted her hips, pulling off his cock, then slid down to take him

all the way inside again.

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Daniel held her hips, helping her lift and fall, again and again, beginning the

rocking ride to completion. Gradually, he moved with her, gently countering her

moves, until they stroked each other faster and faster. Her sighs and the soft, moist

sounds her pussy made as she rode him, filled the quiet room.

Every lesson he’d ever learned in any other woman’s bed had only been a rehearsal

for this. He held his own painful arousal in check, concentrating instead on her

pleasure, gauging her breaths and the rising color in her cheeks to know when she

needed more from him.

Keeping his eyes open, feeling every muscle of his body harden and strain, he

watched the emotions revealed on her face as they made love. Anguish,

urgency…painful need.

Feeling her draw tighter above him, and hearing her soft womanly moans, he knew

she was drawing near. He deepened his upward thrusts, sharpening his strokes,

earning gasps and jagged sobs from her as she clutched his shoulders and met his

strokes, sliding up and down his cock until at last she hurtled toward the abyss.

At the final moment when her whole body tightened and strained, he fingered her

clit, scraping his callused thumb over the engorged knot of flesh until she cried out, her

head flung back.

Daniel’s heart felt squeezed inside his chest. She was so damn beautiful, sitting

there lost in her release, her body shuddering so hard her tits quivered. Her inner walls

clasped and rippled around his cock and he gritted his teeth, wanting to make this

moment last and wanting to watch her make the climb again—with him.

In his heart, he knew no man had ever been so determined to give her this joy, and

he wanted her to acknowledge what they shared was unique and meant to be.

When at last she collapsed against his chest, he rolled her to the side and pushed

back the hair clinging to the sweat on the side of her face.

“That was some ride, cowboy,” she said, her eyes closing as she drew in deep

breaths. “You took my breath away.”

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He kissed her, sucking on her open lips to let her breathe, and then smoothed a

hand over her hips, gripping her to cuddle her closer and keep the connection. “Think

you got this horse broke to saddle?” he whispered, his head tucked on the pillow beside

hers.

Her eyes opened and she her mouth slid into a grin. “God, I hope not. I’m looking

forward to more bumpy rides.” Her inner muscles squeezed around him. “What about

you? Did I leave you behind?”

“Mm-hmm. Eating your dust.” Then he gave her a little dig with his cock, a

reminder there was still unfinished business and no one was getting any sleep just yet.

Katelyn laughed softly and groaned. “I don’t think I can move. Something’s got me

nailed to this bed.” But her hand reached over to rest on his chest and her palm rotated

on his flat nipple.

He leaned closer and sucked on her chin, then gave it a gentle nip. “How about I do

all the work? I’m younger—I’ve got stamina.”

Laughter shook her shoulders. “Statistically, I’m just hitting my prime.”

He hiked her thigh over his hip and his fingers slipped between her buttocks to

graze her tight hole before sliding down to touch were they were still joined. “Think

you’re ready for another sort of ride?”

Her breath caught and her eyes widened. “Just what do you have in mind?”

“Nothing you won’t love, I promise. Nothing you can’t take. I want to taste you.

Make you come with my mouth. Then fuck you hard to make you come again.”

Her breaths coming faster again, she nodded. “All right, cowboy. You’re on.”

When she tried to slip her arm around his shoulder, he shook his head. “On your

belly. I don’t want you to watch. Just feel.”

“Daniel…”

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“Trust me.” Pulling his cock slowly out of her tight cunt, he kissed her again and

then helped her to her stomach, pushing two pillows beneath her hips to raise her

bottom. “Remember, I get to do all the work.”

She sighed and rested her head on her folded arms. “You have no idea how

awkward I feel.”

“Sure I do. That’s what makes this so much fun.”

Kneeling beside her, he started at her shoulders, kissing and massaging the muscle

until she relaxed, purring with contentment. Then slowly, he worked his way down her

slender back, licking the notches of her spine, pressing kisses into the dimples at the top

of her buttocks.

When at last he arrived at her plump ass, he stroked his cock, making sure the

condom was still rolled to the base and nudged apart her legs with his knees.

She opened, groaning softly. “I don’t suppose we could turn the light off now?”

“Not a chance.” He placed his hands on the sweet curves of her ass, enjoying the

feel of sleek silk beneath his work-roughened palms. The difference in their textures,

rough to soft, and their skin tones, suntanned to pale cream, made him feel like an

outlaw about to steal a sacred treasure.

With both hands, he parted her and lifted her higher until her hips tilted at just the

right angle to give him a view of her pretty pink cunt and small rosy hole. “I’ve been

dying for another peek. Wanna spoil my fun?” He almost growled his throat he felt so

tight and thick—just like his cock.

She laughed, but the sound was smothered when she buried her face in the

bedding.

Although his cock pulsed and ached for relief, he schooled himself to go slow, savor

the journey—and bring her past her embarrassment and modesty. With every gentle

initiation he provided, he hoped to tighten the cinch around her heart.

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He leaned closer and buried his mouth and chin and in the moist heat between her

legs. Knowing his beard stubble chafed, he circled slowly, rubbing himself in her juices

while her hips jerked and she emitted excited little cries.

But she didn’t try to pull away.

His thumbs parted the thicker outer lips and he tongued her from clit to cleft, again

and again, until her hips followed the movement up and down, like she was trying to

draw out each stroke.

He almost smiled, but his dick throbbed and his balls drew painfully high and hard

against his body. Still, he speared into her, stroking her silken sheath until more salty

cream greeted his tongue. He dug his fingers into her, rolling them to coat them all the

way past his knuckles then pulled them out to rub the moisture around her pink

asshole.

Katelyn bucked beneath him. “Daniel!” she cried out, desperation driving the pitch

of her voice higher.

But he was merciless. He drew her pink inner lips between his teeth and sucked

them hard while he pushed one finger into her ass.

Her body shivered and her back arched. Her ass, however, drove higher against his

mouth and finger, forcing a deeper penetration. He twisted inside her, loosening the

tight ring of muscle, then drove another finger inside and fluttered them, back can forth

until she was groaning and gasping for breath.

His cock drew so tight he was afraid he’d spend himself he didn’t get inside her

quick. Keeping his fingers in her ass, he rose behind her and guided his cock into her

pussy, snuggling his thighs between her widespread legs.

He knelt behind her and with his free hand on her rump, he slammed forward,

gliding freely into her heat, tunneling fingers and cock as deep as he could reach.

Katelyn’s knees pressed into the mattress to find purchase, and then she raised her

bottom to meet his strokes, grunting softly with each hard thrust.

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He stroked faster, harder, until his balls banged her clit and she keened, her voice

breaking as he pounded. Then he felt the rush of cum emptying from his balls in hot

spurts to fill the tight latex sheath. He shouted and pumped faster, clenching his teeth

as his whole body spent itself in a final violent thrust.

Afterward, he gathered her quivering body close to his chest and soothed her with

his hands sliding up and down her back until her heartbeat slowed and she slumped

beside him. When she sleepily nuzzled his neck, he pulled the sheet over them and

slept.

* * * * *

Morning dawned and Katelyn woke and reached a hand across the bed to Daniel,

but he wasn’t there. She pulled on a robe, belting it snugly at the waist, before going in

search of him. But he wasn’t anywhere to be found inside the house.

His clothes were gone and his pickup wasn’t sitting in the driveway. She felt the

first tremor of panic begin to tremble in her stomach. Had she been wrong about him?

Had he left her as soon as he had what he wanted? He’d left no note of explanation.

She wandered out onto the porch and watched the first rays of the dawn peek over

the horizon—vivid, crisp orange and mauve against the harsh gold that rimmed the

earth.

Sitting on the steps, she drew the top of the wrapper closed, and began to berate

herself silently.
How could I be such a fool?
She laid her head against her bent knees and

gave herself a stern order not to cry.

Then she heard the sound of a vehicle as it roared down the driveway. She didn’t

look up when footsteps ran up the porch and paused beside her. She couldn’t look up

when she heard Daniel’s worried voice speak to her. “Sweetheart, I meant to be back

before you woke.”

“I thought…” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. “I didn’t know if you were

coming back.” A moment later she was in his arms. Ashamed of her distrust, she hid

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her face against his shoulder as he rocked her. Finally, she raised her face to meet his

gaze. “I’m sorry. I’m acting like an idiot.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Trust takes time, and we’re just getting to know each other.”

She relaxed against him, enjoying the feel of his solid chest beneath her cheek. “So,