Spurs 'n Surrender (Operation Cowboy Book 2)(23)

“Hell, you’re so soft. This ass…” He palmed her on both sides. As he reached under and skimmed along her wet pussy, she stopped breathing. In one hard shove, he took her. Stretched her. Filled her.

Every inch sent her into a spiral of sensation. She wiggled closer, burrowing her face against his neck and breathing deep. His musky scent filled her nostrils. The first long, sure stroke sent her pulse pounding and her pussy clenching.

“So fucking tight. I can’t get deep enough.” He pulled her away from the wall, supporting her on his cock as he carried her to the chair. The cool cotton against her spine in direct contrast to the scorching man plastered to her front made her head spin.

With her perched at the edge of the seat, he knelt and dragged her pussy down onto his cock. She clung to him, riding his every hard inch. Perspiration broke out on his forehead and dampened his hair.

“Fuck yeah.” He watched his cock slide into her pussy once, twice. Then he met her stare.

The intense feeling of falling struck her. She impaled herself on his cock. The swollen head bumped her innermost point, and that was too much. She threw her head back and came with a cry that probably echoed down the street. Good thing it was a ghost town and the Kent children were some distance from her trailer.

As each wave pounded her, louder cries escaped. When her haze evaporated enough for her to make sense of what was happening, she met his hungry stare. His blue-green eyes gleamed with a feral lust she couldn’t get enough of.

“I’m going to keep you coming all night, sweetheart. Put your arms around me again. This chair is too short. I’m getting a cramp.”

She realized how he was folded in half, curled around her to keep their bodies joined. Feeling as limp as a rag, she obeyed, holding onto his neck. He lifted her slowly, and kissed her even slower.

The lazy flip of his tongue had her aching for more before he’d taken five steps to the bed nook. One-handedly, he held her against him while tossing every pillow to the floor. Only one remained, and he gently placed her on it.

Arms braced around her, he lowered himself, sank his cock into her still pulsating pussy. “Come for me again. Give me all you’ve got.”

“It’s your turn to come.”

A brief shake of his head like a dog with wet ears. “Uh-uh. I’m in control here.”

She bit his shoulder—hard enough to make him roll off. He struck the wall and cursed. Before he got too grumpy about her small space, she mounted him and eased over his cock. “You sure about that?”

“Helllll.” His neck cords stood out as if he struggled to keep from blowing. She lifted onto her knees and fell slowly over his girth. Rising and falling until low grunts filled the nook. Watching his face transform with bliss sent her shooting higher. Her breathing came rougher.

“Look at me when you come apart, Anya. I need to see your eyes.” His intimate request was too much for her, and she had no desire to look anywhere but his eyes. Holding his stare, she thrust down on him.

He swirled his thumbs over her nipples. “I can’t hold out.”

With a cry, she peaked again. Contracting wildly around his length. His roar stole the last remnant of her control, and she collapsed atop him, letting him drive them on toward heaven.



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Pain exploded through Wydell’s knee. “Son of a bitching hell fucking shit!”

Anya giggled. She freaking giggled that he’d just bashed his knee off the wall. Cracking one eye against the pain, he glared at her. “Go on and laugh. You’re half my size—at least you fit in here.”

“There’s plenty of room.” She stretched luxuriously, arching her back in a way that made his balls clench again.

“Stop doing that. My cock won’t fit in here with both of us.”

A full, belly laugh burst from her. The sound was pure bliss, and he couldn’t help but smile. Trailing his fingers over her ribs to her smooth stomach, he watched her. The glow she wore stole his breath, especially knowing he’d put it there.

“I need to shut off the lights outside,” she murmured.

He weighted her to the bed with his arm. “The lights won’t keep you awake because you’re not going to get any sleep.”

She turned onto her side to face him. He carefully, so as not to rap his kneecap again, positioned himself to fit against her. Damn, they were like a pair of good leather gloves. When he tried them on, they just felt good. Too bad the trailer was the size of a glove compartment as well.

“If I don’t sleep, you don’t sleep. And you have a house to build tomorrow.”

He gave a careless shrug. “It’s a small house. Won’t take that much energy.”

She balled her fist and socked him in the stomach. When her knuckles glanced off his abs, she widened her eyes. “You’re hard.”

“If you like that, you should go lower.”

“Oh I know very well how hard that is.” They stared at each other for a few seconds. The moment stretched into minutes of silence, but it wasn’t uneasy. He studied the curl of her lashes and the freckles on each high cheekbone that he hadn’t noticed before.

“What will you start with on the construction?” she asked.

“Now that the plumber’s done, I can build the floor. Then the guys are coming by to help me with the walls.”