Love in the Dust: A Cowboy's Second Chance with a City Girl

🔥just the beginning 🔥

His fingers hover over the edge of my panties as he teases me his fingers barely graze the fabric. Every nerve in my body is heightened I try to move toward his touch, craving more. His eyes never leave mine, as if he's daring me to break the gaze.

Slowly he slides my panties down,

I can feel his eyes roam over me.

"You're breathtaking," he murmurs as he leans down and his lips brush against my inner thigh, each kiss slow, and sends shockwaves of desire through me. I tremble under his touch, my hands fist the blanket beneath me.

His breath fans over my most sensitive area, warm and teasing. I bite my lip as I try to conceal the sounds that threaten to spill out. He notices and his eyes flicker up to mine, a dark grin spreading across his lips.

"Don't hold back," he whispers sternly as he looks at me as I try to muffle my desperate sounds. "I want to hear you. Every moan, every gasp... it's all mine."

His words send a yet another wave of heat through me, and I can't suppress the small moan that escapes my lips when his tongue finally moves against my bud in slow strokes. The sensation is overwhelming, every flick of his tongue, every soft graze of his teeth nibbling was driving me closer to the edge. My hips arch off the ground instinctively as I try to seek more, but his hands grip my thighs firmly and he holds me in place as he controls the pace.

My breath comes in ragged gasps, and my hands fly to his hair.

"That's it," he growls against me rough with approval. "Let go. Give it all to me."

I do. I can't help it. A wave of pleasure crashes over me.

He doesn't stop, not until he's pulled every last ounce of pleasure from me. He climbs back up, hovering over me, his eyes dark and filled with that same possessive hunger.

"Look at you," he murmurs as he brushed his thumb over my swollen lips. "I can tell you want more baby."

I can't find the words to respond and He leans down, pressing a slow kiss to my lips.

"This is just the beginning," he whispers .  "By the time I'm done with you, you'll never forget what it feels like to be mine."

I nod as I was barely able to catch my breath. His hands begin to roam my body again, and I realize that I don't want to be anything else.

Slowly, his lips trail down my neck, pressing soft, heated kisses along the curve of my collarbone before moving lower. His hands grip my waist, firm but gentle.

His hands travel lower, down my waist, over the curve of my hips, until his fingers press into my thighs, coaxing my legs further apart. His gaze burns into me, watching every reaction with an intensity that makes me feel completely exposed in a way that has nothing to do with my body.

"Spread those legs wider for me," he commands me with a rough growl. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs.

I do as he says as I tremble under his eyes. He smiles a satisfied smile as he watches me obey, his eyes trail down my body.

"That's my girl," he murmurs approvingly. He leans down and his lips brush against my ear I feel his breath hot as he speaks low and slow. "You're going to let me do whatever I want, aren't you?"

I bite my lip. "Yes," I whisper . "Do whatever you want to me."

He chuckles softly satisfied. "Good girl," he praises, his tone sends a rush of heat between my legs. "That's exactly what I want to hear."

His hands move again as the sliding up the inside of my thighs.

"Tell me how badly you want it baby," he whispers softly as his lips brush along my neck. "Tell me how much you need me. Tell me."