The Curvy Vet and the Billionaire Cowboy (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) by Victoria Wessex Page B

and grabbed at his sides, the muscles hard under my fingers, his skin still wet from the lake. I gasped and swallowed. “Y—Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
    Maybe it was the whisper that inflamed him. I saw his eyes go hazy with lust. He drew back and thrust again and I let out a loud, hard groan as he went deeper still. Another pump of his hips and—
    My eyes snapped wide. My ass clenched, clutching at the ground. I could feel him right up inside me, the head nudging the soft wall of my limits, and it felt incredible. He was staring down at me just as intently. I’ve never felt so completely connected to someone, so together.
    And then he began to thrust. Slow, languid strokes at first, letting me get used to his size. I drew in my breath each time he went into me, feeling myself filled…completely. Then a gasp and a moan as he stroked back out, the feel of the head caressing my satiny walls making me clutch at him.
    He set up a rhythm and I felt myself bring my knees up, the soles of my bare feet on the grass. My hands explored the muscles of his back and then slid down to his ass. It was as hard and smooth as I’d imagined it, the muscles flexing under my fingers as he thrust and thrust. The pleasure was building inside me, and every time it climbed higher my senses came even more alive. It started to cascade, unstoppable, until my hips lifted off the grass and began to circle around him. He gave a cry of surprise that turned into a groan of pleasure, and began to go faster.
    His groin was slapping into mine and I could feel the wiry contact of hair at his base each time he went all the way into me. I dug my fingers hard into his ass, urging him on. Both of us were panting now, skin glowing, staring straight into each other’s eyes as we neared our peaks. The pleasure was spiraling faster and tighter, folding back on itself, making me want to scream.
    I saw his lips draw back from his teeth. He was trying to say something, but he couldn’t spare the breath—it was taking every ounce of effort he had just to hold back. “Do you want,” he gasped at last, “me to pull out?”
    His cock was slamming into me, loaded and ready and so hot and hard. I could feel my own climax rushing towards me, bearing down on me like a wave. “No,” I said in a high, tight voice.
    I saw the lust grow in his eyes. He gave two more quick thrusts and buried himself deep—
    I felt it. The hot, thick spurt I’d never known before, right up against my limits. That sensation alone sent me over the edge, and as the orgasm began to hit I felt myself clench hard around him. He groaned, shooting again and again, and my hands locked tight around his shoulders, pulling him down to me as I spasmed around his cock. I felt my toes dig hard into the ground, digging furrows, as my back arched and my breasts pressed up into him. My chest came up off the ground and I jammed myself tight against him, every part of us in contact from groin to neck, and then he kissed me and it was complete. I cried out into his mouth as the wave of pleasure broke over me and then flooded through me, making me writhe and tremble. It left me limp in its wake. I had to keep clinging onto Russ’s shoulders, or I would have fallen back to the grass.
    He leaned forward and gently let me down, kissing me hard and then more and more softly. When he eventually drew back, we stared at each other.
    “Wow,” he said.
    He rolled off me and then turned me, his huge hands on my waist, so that we were lying on our sides with him behind me. He wound an arm around and cuddled me.
    “I’ve never…like that,” I said, because I hadn’t.
    He kissed the back of my neck. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    I just lay there numbly, trying to process what had just happened. Had I really just done that? With a guy I’d only met the day before? And…God, we hadn’t used protection!
    The warm afterglow of the orgasm pushed the worries back and I snuggled into his chest. For a