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When he'd seen her here in the stable, he'd lost it. Only a couple of days ago she'd nearly died from being so sick. He'd worried and fretted over her like a mother hen. She had no business coming out into this blustery weather, coming here to check on a horse that every other man on the ranch was treating like the Queen Bee of horses because Shawna loved her. The crazy woman deserved a spanking for scaring them all, especially him. Yet he didn't really want to punish her. No, he wanted to do things far more intimate with her.
He'd watched her lick her lips, seen the warmth of sexual interest heat her eyes. His cock was so hard he hurt. And when she'd talked about him spanking her, didn't seem all that horrified with the idea... Damn, he hardened even more.
Hoping she couldn't see the way he fought down a shudder of desire, he reached out to smooth a finger along the side of her face, trailing it slowly across her lips. "Not a serious one," he managed to say. He already had visions of seeing her sweet bottom nice and bare. Of slapping his hand on the soft skin and turning it pink, not red. Just sexy-as-hell pink. He pulled her closer and moved his hands back to cup her denim-covered bottom. His stiff rod butted against her woman's place, which she had to feel. "Just something in foreplay."
She pushed forward, moving slightly and causing him a sweet torture. "Foreplay?" Her voice, too, had turned husky, sensual.
A second of sanity returned and he stepped back, suddenly uncertain. "This is probably a really bad idea."
"Probably." Then to his surprise and delight, she daringly reached down to cup his erection. "Wrong or not doesn't seem to matter right now."
His chest shuddered as he tried to draw in a steadying breath. "I need you, Shawna. I've taken care of you for days... but I need to take care of you in a whole different way now."
She gave a slight nod of agreement, smiling in such a tempting way that he wanted to throw her to the floor and have a wild and wicked way with her. But he stopped himself. She deserved better than that. He wasn't sure what to do next. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do, that he desperately needed to sink deep into her body. But, oddly, he waited for her to take the next step.
After a second, she shoved her coat off her shoulders and looked at him, suddenly seeming nervous. She finished removing the heavy denim jacket and asked in a rush, "What about the cattle?"
The cattle? He felt a moment's annoyance. "Later. We can talk about that subject later." He wriggled out of his coat, then took both coats and draped them over a nearby stall door.
"I'll hold you to that discussion, later. For now..." She looked boldly up at him and undid her jeans, then inched them and her panties down to mid-thigh. "Still interested in foreplay?"
Foreplay? As in heating her bottom? Hell, yes. But he wasn't sure he could play around too long. His cock throbbed, shoved against his jeans. His brain was starting to focus on nothing more than shoving hard and fast inside her.
She watched him, a naughty look in those amazing emerald eyes. His hands almost shook as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans. He was afraid to unzip them and have his shaft explode out and frighten her. He wasn't a small man.
Impatient now, she brazenly unzipped his jeans and then shoved them down, along with his jockeys, enough to free his cock. Her eyes widened and she slowly smiled. "Well, yummmm."
Yum? Good, gawd! He quickly envisioned her on her knees, holding him, stroking him with her small tongue. He shuddered. No, he didn't want that this time. He'd never last long enough to drive inside her, and he really wanted to do that.
"What now?" She moved away a bit and turned to wiggle her bare bottom at him. Like a matador waving a red flag in front of a bull, tempting, challenging.
To forget the foreplay and just fuck her... She was willing to let him play, to let him indulge in one of his interests. Why the hell not?
Decision
He'd watched her lick her lips, seen the warmth of sexual interest heat her eyes. His cock was so hard he hurt. And when she'd talked about him spanking her, didn't seem all that horrified with the idea... Damn, he hardened even more.
Hoping she couldn't see the way he fought down a shudder of desire, he reached out to smooth a finger along the side of her face, trailing it slowly across her lips. "Not a serious one," he managed to say. He already had visions of seeing her sweet bottom nice and bare. Of slapping his hand on the soft skin and turning it pink, not red. Just sexy-as-hell pink. He pulled her closer and moved his hands back to cup her denim-covered bottom. His stiff rod butted against her woman's place, which she had to feel. "Just something in foreplay."
She pushed forward, moving slightly and causing him a sweet torture. "Foreplay?" Her voice, too, had turned husky, sensual.
A second of sanity returned and he stepped back, suddenly uncertain. "This is probably a really bad idea."
"Probably." Then to his surprise and delight, she daringly reached down to cup his erection. "Wrong or not doesn't seem to matter right now."
His chest shuddered as he tried to draw in a steadying breath. "I need you, Shawna. I've taken care of you for days... but I need to take care of you in a whole different way now."
She gave a slight nod of agreement, smiling in such a tempting way that he wanted to throw her to the floor and have a wild and wicked way with her. But he stopped himself. She deserved better than that. He wasn't sure what to do next. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do, that he desperately needed to sink deep into her body. But, oddly, he waited for her to take the next step.
After a second, she shoved her coat off her shoulders and looked at him, suddenly seeming nervous. She finished removing the heavy denim jacket and asked in a rush, "What about the cattle?"
The cattle? He felt a moment's annoyance. "Later. We can talk about that subject later." He wriggled out of his coat, then took both coats and draped them over a nearby stall door.
"I'll hold you to that discussion, later. For now..." She looked boldly up at him and undid her jeans, then inched them and her panties down to mid-thigh. "Still interested in foreplay?"
Foreplay? As in heating her bottom? Hell, yes. But he wasn't sure he could play around too long. His cock throbbed, shoved against his jeans. His brain was starting to focus on nothing more than shoving hard and fast inside her.
She watched him, a naughty look in those amazing emerald eyes. His hands almost shook as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans. He was afraid to unzip them and have his shaft explode out and frighten her. He wasn't a small man.
Impatient now, she brazenly unzipped his jeans and then shoved them down, along with his jockeys, enough to free his cock. Her eyes widened and she slowly smiled. "Well, yummmm."
Yum? Good, gawd! He quickly envisioned her on her knees, holding him, stroking him with her small tongue. He shuddered. No, he didn't want that this time. He'd never last long enough to drive inside her, and he really wanted to do that.
"What now?" She moved away a bit and turned to wiggle her bare bottom at him. Like a matador waving a red flag in front of a bull, tempting, challenging.
To forget the foreplay and just fuck her... She was willing to let him play, to let him indulge in one of his interests. Why the hell not?
Decision
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