Take Me Cowboy Ch. 01

I watched him take off his boots from my position on the bed.

He had been working long hours on the ranch. The life of a cowboy wasn't an easy one, I knew that when I signed up for this.

What I didn't know exactly, was how lonely it could be. And how insatiable my sexual appetite had become.

I stayed home all day. Cleaning the trailer, feeding the horses, cooking the meals.

But all I ever really thought about was him.

His sunburnt skin.

Those long, lean muscles.

The calloused hands that would drag across my supple flesh like sandpaper.

I often had to stop my chores and touch myself.

I'd stick a finger deep inside my tight, wet pussy. I'd dream it was him as I fucked myself.

I couldn't get enough of his body.

I wanted his cock inside me every second of every day.

I guess you could call me desperate, and you'd be correct.

I was desperate for my cowboys juicy cock.

And now I was going to get it.

"I'm so wet for you," I purred, spreading my legs open for him.

I didn't bother with lingerie tonight.

I was completely nude, spread eagle on our bed.

I wanted him to see what he did to me.

I wanted him to know that he'd have me here, every single night, to do with as he pleased.

I watched as he smiled, fumbling with his belt buckle.

I dragged my hands down my body, my fingertips grazing my erect nipples.

I was so ready for him.

"I want you so bad," I moaned.

He continued to work on his clothes, pulling them off with tired hands.

I moved my hands lower down my body, massaging my stomach.

I stopped when I reached my freshly waxed mound.

My clit was already throbbing, begging to be touched.

I had already masturbated twice today, but my body was still hungry for more. For him.

I could always make myself cum, but there was nothing like having his thick cock inside me while I orgasmed. Feeling my pussy lips tighten around his shaft was pure heaven.

"Did you fuck yourself today?" he asked, a sly smile creeping across his face.

He knew me so well.

He was almost completely naked now, all that remained between me and that big cock was a pair of blue plaid boxers.

"Only twice," I confessed quietly, biting my lower lip seductively.

I continued to crawl my fingers around my pelvis, fingertips dancing teasingly around my pussy.

"How'd you do it?" he asked, walking slowly toward the bed.

Just thinking about it sent tingles down my body.

"Well," I murmured, "the first time, I rubbed my clit in the shower."

"Dirty little slut," he chuckled.

He was now at the foot of the bed, studying my glistening pussy.

It was dripping for him. I wanted him to have it, however he wanted to take it.

"I am a bad girl," I whined, bringing my fingertips toward my pussy lips.

I could feel my wetness coating them as I spoke, "The second time was on the kitchen floor. I was making you steak, thinking about how juicy your cock is. I fucked my pussy with two fingers until I came."

I spread my lips open with two fingers, showing him what he was about to have.

I wanted him to have the perfect view of my tight little hole.

I wanted him to know exactly what he was doing to me.

"I'm going to have to punish you now," he grinned.

His words vibrated through me.

"Please give it to me," I begged.

He pulled down his boxers.

His beautiful, perfect cock stood at the ready.

I licked my lips as my eyes traveled the length of his shaft.

God, I needed it. I needed his cock so badly.

"Roll over," he said flatly.

I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my lips.

He was going to fuck me from behind.

And it was going to be good and hard.

I eagerly dropped my hand from my wetness and flipped my body over.

I pressed my palms into the sheets, pushed myself onto my knees, and spread them apart wide.

I jutted my hips towards him, inviting him inside.

I felt the mattress move as he climbed on the bed behind me.

I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, one on each cheek, fingernails digging roughly into my soft flesh.

I couldn't help but groan at his touch.

This is what I had been waiting for all day, I couldn't wait a second longer for him to fill me up.

I turned my head, looking over my right shoulder.

I wanted to watch him. I wanted to see him thrust into me.

I loved the look he got on his face the second he entered me.

The way his broad shoulders shook.

The way his sexy stomach muscles clenched when he felt my lips wrapped around him.

It was all almost too much to bare.