Page 12 of Cowboy Daddy
"Look at me, Sunny," I say, voice rough with need. She meets my eyes, hers glazed with pleasure. "Gonna fuck you now. Gonna fill this sweet pussy and make you mine completely."
I push in slow, inch by inch, groaning at how tight and hot she feels around me. Her walls stretch to take me, fluttering and squeezing. "Fuck, you’re so tight. Taking Daddy so well. Good girl."
She moans loudly, her nails digging into my shoulders as I bottom out, buried to the hilt. The sensation is overwhelming, wet heat gripping me perfectly. I stay still for a moment, letting her adjust, kissing her softly while my hands roam her body.
Then I start to move. Long, deep strokes that make the bed creak. Every thrust pushes a sweet sound from her throat. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the flush on her cheeks, her breasts bouncing with each powerful drive of my hips. The slap of skin on skin mixes with her moans and my low grunts, the scent of sex thick in the air.
"Feel that, sunshine?" I growl, picking up speed. "Feel Daddy stretching this pussy? It was made for me. So wet and greedy, sucking me right back in every time."
"Yes, Daddy... harder," she pleads, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I give her what she wants, slamming into her deeper, one hand sliding under her ass to tilt her hips so I hit that perfect spot. She cries out, her body tightening around me. I lean down and suck on her nipple again, biting just enough to make her gasp, then soothing with my tongue.
The pleasure builds fast and intense. Her pussy flutters around my cock, milking me with every thrust. I reach between us and rub her clit in tight circles, feeling her start to shake.
"Come for me again," I demand, voice rough. "Come on Daddy's cock like a good girl."
She shatters with a loud cry, her walls clamping down on me rhythmically, pulling me deeper. The sensation is too much. I thrust through her orgasm, chasing my own release, the wet sounds of her pussy loud and obscene.
"Fuck, Sunny... gonna fill you up," I groan, burying my face in her neck as I come hard, pulsing deep inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me as I empty myself, marking her as mine.
I stay inside her for long moments after, both of us breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I kiss her slow and deep, my hands stroking her sides gently now. She feels so perfect under me, warm and soft and glowing.
"You did so good, sunshine," I murmur against her lips. "My beautiful girl."
She smiles up at me, that quirky sunshine breaking through even now. "That was... wow. I think I need a minute before my legs remember how to work."
I chuckle low and roll us so she’s tucked against my chest, my arms wrapped around her protectively. My hand strokes down her back, feeling the dampness of her skin. The scent of us lingers heavy and satisfying in the room. I’ve never felt anything like this connection before. This need to protect her and claim her and love her all at once.
We stay like that for a while, trading lazy kisses and soft touches. But the fire between us is far from done. Soon my cock starts to harden again against her thigh. She notices and gives me a playful look.
"Already, Daddy?" she teases, her voice full of that romcom sparkle.
"With you? Always," I growl, rolling her under me again. "Daddy’s not finished with you yet."
I take her slower this time, savoring every sensation. My hands explore every curve while I move deep inside her. I whisper dirty praises in her ear, telling her how good she feels, how wet she is for me, how I’m going to fuck her every day like this. She comes twice more before I fill her again, her voice hoarse from moaning my name and that sweet "Daddy" that undoes me every time.
Afterward we lie tangled together, the afternoon light filtering through the windows. I hold her close, my rough fingers tracing patterns on her hip. She is mine now in every way. And as the mountain wind whispers outside, I know I will spend every day making sure she feels safe, wanted, and completely loved right here in this cabin with me.
The chemistry between us burns hotter than ever, charged and alive. My sunshine in the arms of her grumpy cowboy. Exactly how it should be.
NINE
SUNNY
I wake up in the warmest, most perfect cocoon of Harlan's arms, my body still humming with the most delicious kind of exhaustion from earlier. The afternoon light filters softly through the cabin windows, painting everything in golden hues that make the wooden walls glow. His big, rugged body is pressed against my back, one heavy arm draped possessively over my waist, his callused hand resting just below my breasts like he needs to keep me close even in sleep. I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the heat radiating from him, and that faint scent of pine, leather, and pure man that makes my heart do silly little flips every single time.
I shift just a tiny bit and feel him stir behind me. His cock, already half hard, presses against the curve of my bottom, thick and warm. A little thrill runs through me. This grumpy, protective cowboy wants me again. And oh my stars, I want him too. The chemistry between us is like a live wire, crackling and sparking every time we touch.
Harlan's hand tightens on my hip, pulling me back against him as he nuzzles into my neck. His stubble scrapes deliciouslyagainst my sensitive skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. "You awake, sunshine?" he rumbles, voice low and gravelly from sleep, the sound vibrating through my whole body.
"Mmm, yes Daddy," I whisper, the word slipping out so naturally it feels like it was always meant to be said to him. I’ve never had this before. Never had a man who made me feel so completely safe, so taken care of, like he’d move mountains just to keep the bad things away. Derek was the opposite. Controlling and mean. But Harlan? He’s my Daddy. Strong and steady and protective in all the ways I didn’t even know I needed.
He groans at the word, his hips rolling forward to grind his now fully hard cock against me. "Fuck, I love hearing you call me that. My sweet girl. Daddy's gonna take care of you again. Make you feel so good."
I turn in his arms to face him, our noses brushing. His eyes are dark with that intense, hungry need that makes my insides melt. I reach up and trace his strong jaw with my fingers, feeling the rough stubble there. "I love calling you Daddy. You make me feel safe. Like I can finally breathe. Like I never have to run again."
He kisses me then, slow and deep at first, his mouth claiming mine with that rugged possessiveness that sets every nerve ending on fire. His tongue slides against mine, tasting me like I’m his favorite flavor. I moan into the kiss, my hands sliding over his broad chest, feeling the hard muscles flex under my palms. He smells so good, like us and sex and mountain air, and the heat of his skin against mine makes me ache between my legs already.
