Bossing the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #4) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,60
neck, then scowls.
“You play unfair.”
“Damn right, sweetheart. Now flip over.”
She turns onto her stomach and watches me over her shoulder. Slowly, I trace my finger down her spine all the way between her thighs. Elle shivers with a moan.
“Push your ass up.”
As soon as she does, I spread her cheeks and place two fingers inside her wetness. As I play with her pussy, I bring my lips to her ear. “I’m about to fuck you hard and fast. No screaming, or I stop. Got it?”
“What?” she gasps.
“Payback, darlin’.”
“Asshole,” she mutters.
Grinning, I position myself and slide in. Once she’s stretched and I’m coated in her juices, I speed up my pace, thrusting harder and faster. Elle buries her face in a pillow, and I remind her of our deal.
“I-I can’t…” Her face is strained as she tries to hold back. “God.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight from behind. So goddamn good, baby.”
“If I can’t scream, then you need to shut the fuck up.”
I hold back my laughter at how flustered she is. With one hand, I squeeze her hip and smack her ass cheek with the other. She’s close, and so am I, but I want to see how far I can push her.
“Jesus, Elle. Your cunt is heaven. So wet.”
She releases a frustrated groan as she resists the urge to scream.
“You’re almost there, sweetheart. You’re so needy for it…” I say just as her body explodes, gripping my cock, and she finally screams out a moan. There’s no way I’m stopping at this point, but I’ll still give her shit for it later.
My fingertips dig into her skin as my body tightens, and bursts of pleasure jolt through me. Her sweet pussy takes it all, and the thought of my come inside her gives me so much satisfaction. I never want another man near her again.
Moments later, I collapse on the bed next to her, trying to catch my breath. When I look at her, the smile on her face makes me beam.
“Well, that was great. I’m gonna go home now.” Elle pats my chest, then rolls over to the edge of the bed.
The fuck she is.
Chapter Nineteen
Elizabeth
“Excuse me?” Connor moves and grabs my wrist before I can stand. “You’re not goin’ anywhere.”
By his tone, he sounds pissed, which almost has me chuckling. Instead, I ignore him and pull my arm from his grip. As I pretend to search for my clothes, Connor rounds the bed and lifts me over his shoulder, then throws me back on the bed. Laughter escapes me as he towers over me, pinning my arms above my head.
“You think this is funny?”
“As a matter of fact, I do.” I smirk, trying to wiggle free even though it’s no use. He’s ten times stronger than me. “That’s payback!”
His brows furrow, and the realization that I was setting him up sinks in.
“For your no screaming rule,” I clarify. “That was mean.”
His face softens as the corner of his lips tilts up in an evil grin.
“Elle…”
Connor saying my nickname has me swooning all over again. Before tonight, he’s never called me that, and now that he has, I’m addicted to hearing it. His deep, gravelly voice gets me every time, no matter what he calls me.
“Connor…” I mock.
“That wasn’t nice.”
“You started it,” I remind him playfully.
“I’ll find a way to get even.”
I have no doubt about that and am already looking forward to it.
“I’m sure you will.” I bite my lower lip.
Connor releases me, bringing his mouth to mine and cupping my cheeks. I moan and melt into him all over again. As we get lost in each other, my stomach growls loudly, stopping us both.
“I’ll find you a shirt to wear. You need to eat.”
I giggle in agreement.
The following morning, I wake up with a sore ache between my legs. Connor’s and my constant pushing and pulling finally paid off. When I threatened to leave, I hadn’t expected him to stop me. I was surprised when he finally told me he was willing to risk his heart for me, for us. Though I wished I knew those were his hesitations because I would’ve eased his concerns a long time ago.
Last night after Connor finished making French toast, we ended up back in his bed. It’s a night I’ll never forget, and though I don’t know where we’ll go from here, I won’t rush any kind of commitment from him. I’d rather take it slow and see where this leads.
Though I’ve only had four hours of sleep, I’m wide-awake. I