“Mmmm, so thick and long!” She dug her fingernails into his skin, gripping onto him.
“Good girl! You’re about halfway in,” Davis said, giving her ass a congratulatory squeeze.
She huffed, raising her eyes to the ceiling. Only half—how could that be?
His lips were at her neck, peppering a trail of kisses from her collarbone up to her throat. Cooing and purring like an animal, she arched her back, sitting down as far as her pussy would allow. His veiny girth tickled her insides, stroking all the sensitive spots at once. Fuck! It was good!
“There you go. You claimed it all!” His eyes and his chest puffed up and pride showed in his eyes and tone. “You ready?”
Pressing her breasts against his pectorals, she nodded, panting too much to speak. He bucked his hips, slowly at first but gradually building steam until she was bobbing up and landing with an audible smack at each thrust. Throwing her arms around his neck, she held on tight, sweltering in the heat between them. Her breasts, thighs and yes, of course, her pussy were an inferno. Feverishly, her mind went blank as her skin seared against his as if they were melding. Rippling waves of euphoria were swelling within her core, building up and nearing the brink.
“Ah, Ah, Davis…yes!” She rode his massive cock as if she owned it, clenching as a rush of ecstasy flooded through her body, curling her toes and making her tremble.
Still shaking, she opened her eyes just in time to witness the sexy way Davis’s lip curled when the end was near.
“I’m ready…” His eyes rolled up as he struggled to hold back.
“Inside…” She wanted them to ride out the aftershocks in each other’s arms.
He nodded, grabbing her hips even tighter and moaning as he let loose. Relaxing back into the sofa’s cushion, he loosened his grip on her ass to wrap his arms around her and pull her to his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily against the crook of his neck.
Whispering in his ear, she said, “You slay me, cowboy!”
Chapter Five
As the morning sun hit her face, Scarlett was still basking in the afterglow from the two additional rolls in the hay Davis had treated her to in the wee hours before dawn. After he bent her over the arm of the couch and held her arms behind her back while pounding her into a writhing mess, they’d stumbled to her room and had fallen into bed. About an hour later, he was waking her up for one more go. She was well satisfied but dead tired. Sitting up, she stretched, her arms raised above her head.
“Mmmm, mornin’, sexy,” Davis said, rolling onto his side with his elbow resting near his pillow while he relaxed his head in his hand.
“Good morning…whoa, you wore me out.” She dropped her arms and plopped back down, her head landing on her pillow.
“I aim to please,” he said, grinning ear-to-ear.
She laughed, shooting him a flirty look and puckering up as he went in for a kiss. Three short raps on the door cut the romantic rapture short.
“Who could that be?” she wondered.
Davis looked apprehensive…as if he might already know.
Crawling over him, she said, “I’ll find out,” before hopping off the bed and throwing on a pair of jogging pants and a t-shirt. “Be back in two shakes.”
“I’ll be watching those shakes as you walk away.” A crooked smile lit up his rugged facial features.
Laughing, she waved him off as she ran to answer the door. By the time she got there and opened the door, no one was there, but someone had left a bundle of folded clothes and a pair of large, men’s boots at the door. Hit by a wee streak of embarrassment, she lifted her hand to cover her Cheshire cat grin and looked around, but whoever had dropped off the package had hightailed it before she arrived. Snatching up the clothing and footwear, she held them to her chest, bringing them inside and closing the door before scurrying back to the bedroom.
“Looks like you’ve been located,” she said, dropping the boots to the floor beside the bed with a loud thump and shaking the clothes at him.
“Oh God…how embarrassing.” He covered his face with both hands and shook his head before reaching over and taking the jeans and flannel shirt.
As he held up the shirt, she noticed something sticking out of the breast pocket and pulled it out. “What’s this?”
He unfolded the scrap of paper, took a look and laughed. Holding out the note toward her, he said, “Gram says if I know what’s good for me, I better have you to the house in time for brunch.”
Her hair whipping back and forth, she shook her head, trying to stifle her nervous laughter. “You think that’s a good idea? You keep bringing me around this weekend, they might get all attached to me.” She plopped down on the edge of the bed next to him.
Reaching for her, he encircled her waist with his arms as he sat up, bringing his lips to her forehead. “Why should they be any different than me? I’m attached to a powerful degree.”
“Is that right?” She couldn’t resist running her fingertips over his chest and down to his navel.
“Damn right. Aren’t we a couple now?” He nuzzled against her hair.
“You sure you weren’t caught up in some post-equine morph intoxication when you said all those sweet things? Might not be easy—I live three hours away, have a job there and sometimes I can be a real bitch.”
“Come
