Auctioned to the Cowboys Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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“I'm going to make it feel so good,” I tell her, pushing up her shirt and pressing a kiss between her breasts. She's spilling out of her bra, as though she's outgrown it but hasn't updated her size. She needs clothes and it's something we'll rectify as soon as we can. No woman of mine will ever go without what she needs.

When I ease her nipple free and circle it with my tongue, she grabs my shoulder and holds me in a vice-like grip.

Oh, my sweet girl likes that. She likes it a lot.

I move between her nipples, teasing with circling licks and nipping with my teeth. Taylor squirms beneath me, craving more, and I grind into her pussy like she's my prom date and dry humping is our only option. But her whimpering drives me crazy, and soon, I'm tearing off her shirt and mine and struggling us both out of our pants.

I loom over her when she's naked. She rests her arms over her chest, shy of my gaze. There's no artifice in her action, no coyness. Her innocence throbs between us like a pulse.

Even though Clint has already claimed her, this still feels like a first time. My hand on her thigh is so tanned and rough, and her skin is so pale and smooth. Her youth sings from every part of her, as my maturity does from me.

“Show me,” I say, nodding at her concealed breasts. A flush climbs her cheeks, but she acts on my instruction perfectly, revealing her tight, rosy-tipped nipples and gently curved tits. There's a mark left behind by Clint that swells my cock. “Good girl,” I whisper, letting my fingers explore the wet, warm place between her thighs. She shivers at my praise, her eyes holding mine, searching.

“Play with those sweet nipples,” I urge, and when she does, tentatively, making my cock kick between my thighs, I reward her with more praise. “That's it. That's so perfect, Taylor. You're so perfect.”

She shivers again, and a little gasp escapes her lips. She likes words of affirmation, but it's more than that.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” she whispers, gasping again when I push two thick fingers inside her. “Oh…” Taylor pinches her nipples in time to my thrusts, losing herself in sensation and forgetting all her restraint. In no time at all, she comes like the crack of my whip, her whole body straining as I continue to pump into her, prolonging her pleasure.

When she's done, I lean over to kiss her pouty lips. Our breaths mingle as my cock slips through her wetness, notching at her entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whispers.

The shyness is back, and I bring my hand to clasp her chin, forcing her to keep eye contact with me.

“Are you sure?”

She nods and I use my weight to push my cock deep, spreading her open. It's like sliding into a warm bath after twelve hours of hard graft, like redemption after a lifetime of sin.

We're skin-to-skin. Wet heat accepting my rigid, aching cock. I don't care what anyone says. There’s nothing sweeter than going bareback, knowing there's nothing between you and your woman. Knowing that when you come, she'll carry something of you around after. It's the most primal and territorial way of marking possession a man has. I should know.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” I tell her. “You take me perfectly. Does it feel good?”

She nods, and her eyes roll as I start to move, giving her long, slow deep thrusts that grind against her sensitized clit.

“Good girl,” I whisper close to her ear. “Good girl…you take my cock so well.”

She moans, bringing her arms around my body and pulling me closer. If I had doubts about whether her acceptance of this was out of duty or desire, I don't anymore. She craves this feeling as much as I do. My excitement builds, fogging my thoughts with lust.

“You love it, don't you?” I move harder, grinding deeper. “You love Daddy’s big cock.”

The word slips out of my mouth before I have a chance to censor myself. The last time I brought it into my sex life, the woman I was with decided I wasn't right for her. I can't risk that happening with Taylor, not when so much is riding on this working. My breath hitches because I'm a stupid man for risking everything before we've even started. Her sweetness has clouded my mind, made me weak, and made me forget myself and what's important. Braced for rejection, I stop moving.

“Yes,” she gasps, tugging at my hips, urging me back into the same rhythm.

My eyes widen. Maybe she didn't hear what I said. But if she did, and it doesn't bother her… or maybe she liked it?

Do I risk trying again?

“Good girl,” I say, giving her hip a gentle squeeze. “Work yourself on my cock. Give it to Daddy.”


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