And I need my next breath to yelp when his hand smacks my ass. “That’s it, love. You’ll be screaming a lot more in the next few minutes when I take that sweet pussy of mine.”
He keeps me carefully balanced on his shoulder as he stalks toward the cabin right next to Weston and Harlene’s. It’s not massive but it’s a small home for us where we’re still close to everyone but also have our own space for our family.
Locking the door behind him, I expect him to head for the bedroom but instead he lets me slide down his body to cage me in and starts to tug at my clothes.
“Pregnant, eh?” he murmurs. “Meaning I get to see this gorgeous body swell with our child again? Your sass feisty as ever and our hearts expanding to embrace another member of the family. Fuck. You make me so damn happy, woman.”
I don’t know if I should cry or kiss him. Though jumping his bones is now high on my to-do list.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I order breathlessly.
My clothes quickly litter the floor while he’s still fully dressed. I reach for his belt but he bats my hands away and drops to his knees in front of me, roughly throwing my leg over his shoulder. I let myself fall back against the wall when his tongue slides through my folds.
A rumble of appreciation vibrates through my pussy as he starts to lick and suck. This man has such skills and with my body already humming with a pending orgasm, it doesn’t take long to explode into his mouth, letting pleasure consume my body.
He takes his time to keep my pleasure on a slow burn and when I glance down, I can instantly come again. So much heat radiating from his gaze, it makes my heart beat faster. He slowly rises to his feet and with his leather cut, white tank, leather chaps, along with his blue jeans underneath, it all adds to the rough sex he’s radiating. Even more when he just pops the belt and button to slide down the zipper and reaches inside his jeans to take out his hard dick.
The blunt head brushes against my pussy as he steps closer and hoists me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He reaches between us as he presses me against the door to keep me pinned. The tip of his broad dick slides inside me as he slides his arms underneath my knees to open me up, burying himself deep inside me with one stroke.
He grunts roughly while a low moan of utter pleasure falls from my lips. His hips start to fall into a rhythm and I meet every thrust he gives. My body already felt alive and burning on the many emotions this man flares up inside me but the rough and raw need balancing between us shows that no matter how many years have passed, the fire between us will only grow stronger.
The door squeaks from the pounding our bodies throw at it but it’s a fading sound in the back of my head because all I can focus on are the tingles spreading like wildfire through my veins. I scream his name and relish in the way my orgasm is hitting me full force.
He buries himself inside me a few more times before he slides in to the hilt, grunting while filling me up with hot jets of cum, his dick twitching and pulsing, making my pussy vibrate with another pleasure boost.
Heart raging, breaths mingling, as our bodies try to catch up from the overload of intensity we created.
“Fuck,” Roper grunts. “That was magnificent.”
“Agreed,” I wheeze.
“I would demand a repeat but I don’t even know how long I am able to keep the both of us up. I don’t think I have any energy left.”
I can’t help but snort. “Says the man who’s lasted more than eight seconds on a raging bull many, many times.”
He pulls out and gently puts me down. I do get a glare, though. “Did you just insinuate I won’t last eight seconds during sex? If so, your tight pussy is to blame, but I’ll gladly prove you wrong.”
“Suggesting we add a timer for the next round? Beating your own time and all?” I’m fighting a smile because I am loving the challenge because, hello...hot sex for many rounds, coming up.
His eyes narrow but the twinkle of heat along with a challenge makes my pussy clench while his dick twitches, already starting to harden again.
He grabs his belt and slowly lets it slide out of the loops of his jeans. “Bedroom. Now, Sassy,” he growls.
I stifle a giggle as I pass him but it turns into a yelp when he flips his belt against my ass.
“Better hurry up, clock’s ticking,” Roper growls in a husky but demanding tone while his eyes are set on my ass.
“We have the rest of the night, cowboy,” I tell him and mentally add, VP, biker, rancher, husband, daddy, old man...gosh, he has so many titles, functions, jobs, and responsibilities and yet he balances it all perfectly.
Life might always be busy and passing you by at some moments, but at the end of the day it shows how much of a commitment love gives you to prioritize the things that matter most in life.
Family. Going for your dreams and grabbing reality by the balls, enjoying every second life gives you.
“One night with you is never enough, love. I’m pretty sure one lifetime won’t be enough either,” he mutters.
“Ain’t that the truth,” I squeal as another swat hits my ass making me jump into a run to head for the bedroom, Roper close behind me, ready to enjoy the moment. Now, tomorrow, every waking second that makes our hearts beat as one.
Thank you for reading Roper and Cassidy’s story. Next in this series will be Decker’s story. More Cowboy Bikers, standalone stories, will follow soon.
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