Page 25 of Dirty Sweet Cowboy

I position myself at her entrance, the broad head of my cock nudging against her. Despite having taken me earlier, she's still so tight, so perfect. I push forward slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her lips part, eyes fluttering closed, then open again to lock with mine as I seat myself fully inside her.

"Wayne," she whispers, hands clutching at my shoulders. "So full."

"That's it," I praise, holding still to let her adjust. "Taking me so well. So perfect for me."

I begin to move, slow, careful thrusts that gradually increase in depth and intensity as her body accepts me, welcomes me. The sight of my cock disappearing into her tight heat, stretching her around my girth, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. My cock, in my angel's perfect pussy. Where it belongs.

Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles crossing at the small of my back, pulling me deeper. Taking more of me. All of me.

"That's it," I growl, pace increasing as her breathing quickens, as little whimpers of pleasure escape her throat. "Take all of me. Every inch."

"Yours," she gasps, hips rising to meet each thrust. "All yours."

The words spur me on, make me thrust harder, deeper. My control is slipping, the animal need from earlier returning, but I fight to keep it leashed. This isn't about just fucking. This is about claiming. About making her mine in every possible way.

"My perfect angel," I murmur, one hand sliding beneath her ass to tilt her hips, changing the angle so I hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars. "Mine. Only mine."

Her back arches off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat as I pound into her, no longer gentle but still mindful of her earlier soreness. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks that I'll wear proudly. Proof of her passion. Her surrender.

"Wayne!" she cries, inner walls beginning to flutter around my length. "I'm going to⁠—"

"Come for me," I command, grinding against her clit with each thrust. "Come around my cock, angel. Let me feel it."

She shatters beautifully, body going rigid beneath me, inner muscles clamping down on my cock like a vise. The sight of her—head thrown back, lips parted, eyes half-closed in ecstasy—pushes me toward my own release.

“Gonna bust, angel,” I growl as I feel my orgasm approaching, balls drawing tight against my body.

“Come in me, daddy,” she begs, hands cupping my face, bringing my forehead to rest against hers as I empty myself inside her with a roar.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me as I fill her with my seed, marking her from the inside, claiming her in the most primitive way possible. Each pulse of my cock is accompanied by a single thought: Mine. Mine. Mine.

When it's over, when I've given her every drop I have, I collapse carefully to her side, gathering her against my chest. She curls into me immediately, fitting perfectly against my larger frame, as if she was made to be there.

"Stay with me," I murmur into her hair, the words part question, part demand.

She looks up at me, eyes soft with something I'm afraid to name but desperately want to believe in. "Always," she whispers. "I'm yours, Wayne. For as long as you want me."

"Forever, then," I tell her, tightening my arms around her small frame. "Because that's how long I'm going to want you."

She smiles, nestling closer, and I feel something in my chest unlock, expand. Something I thought I'd never feel again—or maybe never felt at all until she showed up on my doorstep.

Mine now. Mine forever. And I'll kill anyone who tries to take her from me.

seventeen

. . .

Wayne

It's been a week since Judy agreed to stay forever, and the ring has been burning a hole in my pocket the entire time. Found it in town three days ago—nothing fancy, just a simple diamond set in white gold that caught the light in a way that reminded me of her eyes when she laughs. Didn't plan on doing this so soon. Hell, didn't plan on doing this ever before she showed up at my ranch. But now it feels like the most natural thing in the world, making it official. Making her mine in every way possible. So tonight, I've brought her out to the highest point on my property, where the stars spread out above us like diamonds scattered across black velvet, and my heart is hammering against my ribs like I'm some fucking teenager instead of a grown man of forty-four.

She stands at the edge of the bluff, gazing out at the moonlit landscape, the gentle curve of her silhouette outlined against the night sky. The breeze plays with her hair, lifting the chestnut strands like they're made of gossamer. She's wearing a simple sundress—white cotton that makes her look pure as an angel despite all the filthy things I've done to her body. All the filthy things she now begs me to do.

Christ, I love her. The realization isn't new, but it still hits me like a physical blow each time. Love. Not a word I ever expected to associate with myself. Lust, sure. Need, definitely. Possession, absolutely. But love? That soft, vulnerable emotion that can bring the strongest man to his knees? Never thought I'd be caught by it. Yet here I am, completely ensnared by this slip of a girl who wandered onto my land and somehow became the center of my universe.

She turns, catching me watching her, and smiles. That smile. The one that's just for me—part sweetness, part sin. The one that makes me want to protect her forever and fuck her senseless in the same breath.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks, moving toward me. "You look serious."