At the Cowboy's Mercy by Emma Jay

nearly rolled back in her head. "Yes."
    "Put me inside you, Kennedy. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my dick."
    She wrapped her grip around his erection and guided him to her opening. She lowered herself onto him, her body stretching, opening, the heat of him burning into her skin, branding her. God. She took him in in little thrusts, deeper each time. When she thought she couldn't take any more of him, he closed his hands on her hips and thrust upward until his pelvis was flush with hers, the wiry hair around his cock rasping her swollen clit. She rolled against him a few times, getting accustomed to the depth of him. She slid her fingers through his chest hair, up and down, loving the rasp of it against her palms.
    Then she began to move. Her thrusts were awkward at first. Luke clenched his jaw, and she wondered what that meant. His thumbs rested in the crease between her thigh and hip, stroking lightly as she struggled to find a rhythm. One thumb shifted to rest on her mons, just above her clit, which swelled in anticipation of his touch. Instinctively, she moved toward it, her breath catching at the sudden pleasure she found. He grunted his satisfaction and matched her rhythm, unrelenting. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through her blood. He teased her nipple with one thumb and slipped his other lower, riding the ridge of her clit. She moaned and pistoned her hips, slamming them against his over and over, the wet sound of slapping flesh echoing in the tiny space, the orgasm building under his touch.  
    "God. Luke!"  
    He sat up, wrapping one arm around her as she came apart, her channel squeezing around him, her clit pulsing against his hand. Before she could catch her breath, he tightened his grip and lifted her. She expected him to flip her onto her back, but instead he pinned her to the wall. Her thighs spread across his as he crouched, one hand braced against the paneling behind her head, and hammered into her. She hooked her feet around his ass to bring him deeper. He took the invitation, pressed his hand against the small of her back as he fucked her.  
    Then he tightened his grip, his body flush against hers, and his breathing hitched. She felt the pulse of his cock inside her as he ejaculated. Why did that make her feel powerful?
    Before she could give it much thought, he withdrew, and with one arm looped beneath her ass, carried her back to the bed. This time, he was gentle as he lowered her to the cool sheets. She felt him strip off the condom, then he curved his body around hers, stroking her hair as he drew her against him. His heart still hammered against her back and she waited for him to say something. Instead, he stroked his fingertips up and down her thigh, his breathing slowing until she knew he was asleep.  
    ***
    The drive to Gonzales the next day was gorgeous, everything green, the day unseasonably warm so they had the windows down. Luke had stopped at the gas station and bought some drinks. Kennedy hadn't had a Big Red in ages, hadn't had the wind blowing in her hair, feeling damn near carefree, in almost as long. She smiled over at Luke, the first real smile she'd felt in months. She would not attribute her relaxed state to the two orgasms this morning. In fact, she shifted on her seat, sore.  
    He seemed more relaxed, too, and while it could be the blow job she'd given him earlier, she thought it was more that he was getting away from the rodeo, out to his land. His. He'd always been happiest when he was at her dad's place, out in the open, out in the air. He was an excellent rodeo cowboy, but sometimes she thought he was born out of time, that he needed to be away from people, out on his own, his own schedule.
    He turned onto a white crushed rock road. Kennedy leaned forward for a look, but the road was lined with trees, and weeds grew high against the fence. The drought that had forced her father to sell off his cattle last year had ended, and now there was food in abundance.