Read Bred by Her Cowboy for Free Online

were no clothes between them. Her wetness dripped out
of her.
    "You
been with a man before?" Wyatt asked, pulling her head back so
he could kiss her throat. His kisses were scratchy, but she liked the
mix of sensations it brought up in her.
    "No,
never. But I want it. I want it so bad sometimes. Just thinking about
it makes me all hot. It makes me all wet between my legs..."
    His bulge
throbbed against her as he listened. Unable to hold himself back, he
grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it up over her head.
She sat on his lap in nothing but her shift. Lily unbuttoned his
shirt, putting her hands on his bare chest even as her hips gyrated
on him, making her sex wetter and his bulge harder.
    She felt
the walls of her passage swell and throb, and she could think of
nothing but her desire to feel that hard shaft of his sliding inside
her, getting wet and glistening with her juices.
    Wyatt's
hot kisses made their way down her neck. His stubble scratched at her
soft, pearly flesh, leaving it a hot red. His lips found their way
between the twin swells of her breasts. His hands moved up her bare
stomach. She sucked in a breath, letting her mouth fall open, as he
squeezed the firm flesh of her breasts.
    Her
nipples responded to his touch, stiffening. When he noticed, he
pinched at them.
    His hands
felt so hot as he slid his fingers under her shift. He let his
fingertips run along around her nipples, sending little sparks
through her body.
    Then he
pulled her shift off, and replaced his fingertips with his lips. He
sucked on each nipple until they both turned a bright red.
    So much
wetness had leaked out of her by then that she'd soaked the layer of
cloth covering her sex.
    Wyatt
continued massaging one of her breasts, while sucking on the other.
He moved his free hand down her stomach, letting his fingertips trail
along her body, exciting her skin to pebble with gooseflesh. His
tongue kept wrapping itself around her nipple. His mouth felt so hot.
    She moaned
when his fingers slipped beneath her undergarment, finding her lower
lips sopping and warm for him. His body shivered under hers as he ran
a finger into the soaking slit between those lips.
    "Wyatt!"
Lily screamed, pulling his mouth harder against her breast as he
pushed a finger up into her and began rubbing. He pushed it up until
it bumped against her maidenhead. He played with that thin layer that
marked her innocence, testing it with his fingertip, pushing at it
until it almost broke.
    Lily
continued moaning his name. She wanted so badly for him just to break
it, to make a real woman out of her. She'd gotten so wet around his
finger that she could hear her wetness as he pleasured her.
    He
worshipped her body, trying to feel all of it. When he finished
squeezing her breast, he cupped her by the bottom again, pushing his
fingers under her undergarments to caress her bare cheek.
    "Take
me," she begged him, "Take my body. I need it so bad,
Wyatt..."
    "Get
down onto your knees," he said, stroking at Lily's face. His own
face had flushed with blood, and he panted as though out of breath.
    Lily did
as she was told. Wyatt undid his trousers, putting his gun belt onto
the floor of the carriage beside her with a clunk.
    Then he
pulled out his manhood. Her eyes grew wide. It was so long and thick,
much bigger than she'd even imagined back home in bed. The flesh of
the purple head was so taut that she could see her reflection in it.
A small, pearly bead of liquid formed at the very tip of it as his
manhood trembled. She looked a question at him.
    "Grab
hold of it," he said.
    She
wrapped both hands around his shaft. He groaned at her touch. She
felt another shiver shoot up her back as she felt his manhood throb
hotly in his grip. Even holding it like she was, more than half of it
remained untouched. Experimentally, she pulled down. She gasped as
the skin pulled down on the hard shaft and Wyatt moaned.
    "Put
your mouth on it and suck," Wyatt said.
    He grabbed
the back of her