Page 40 of For Cowgirls and Kings (The Trauma Bonded #2)

THIRTY-TWO

MATEO

It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to keep from ramming into her wet heat.

It wraps around my cock like a fiery vise, and I’m certain nothing’s ever felt so good.

Stars dot behind my eyes and my balls involuntarily tighten.

She’s strangling me, and I hope I never have to pull out of her again.

I don’t know if I’ll survive it.

“Fuck Dale, you’re so tight,” I groan into the crevice of her throat and shoulder. She pauses, her entire body quivering and already slick with sweat.

“Am I…am I hurting you, Mateo?” She sounds so uncertain of herself.

And I vow in this moment, I’ll prove to her she’s the greatest thing to happen to my cock, to my life, to my heart.

She has the power—every ounce I have and could ever have rests in her hands—and I know I’ll do anything to show her just how incredible she is.

“Only if you stop.”

“It…you feel so big.”

I try not to pant, or smirk, but both tear from me as if controlled by some primal need to beat my chest—there are few better words a woman can say at a time like this. And a woman like Dale? It’s damn near enough to make me come.

“You’re only like half way.” There’s a hint of teasing in my voice, laced with needy desire. She’s doing so good, and I don’t want to scare her off. But fuck, I need to pound into her before my balls explode.

“You’re kidding,” she mumbles against my lips.

I grab the plush cheeks of her ass in both hands, moving her back and forth slightly in a grinding motion, stretching her around me.

I kiss her hungrily, her soft tongue tangling with my own.

“Mateo, fuck, this is better than anything I could have imagined.”

“Take me baby. Take all of me, I know you can. Fuck me. Make yourself feel good.” Maybe I should be more patient with her, but some part of me knows she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to feel broken, and I’ll gladly tear her apart to prove just how strong she really is.

She bites down on my lip, viciously drawing blood, and then slams her pussy down, the heat swallowing my cock completely.

I know by her urgency, her need to feel everything including the pain, she’s as crazed with her need for me as I am her.

And that realization is enough to make me come undone completely.

“Holy fuck,” I cry hoarsely, my voice as strangled as my dick at this point. I feel out of my mind, words and complete thoughts jumbled or missing all together.

My hands still mindlessly push and pull at her hips, her clit now rubbing against the base of my cock, and a fresh wave of liquid pools between us.

Her hands run through my hair, tugging and pulling at the roots, her heavy tits pressed against my chest. I feel on fire every place we’re touching, and I let her grind and explore for several moments.

It’s more important to me that she feels in control, that she likes and wants to do this, than it is for me to get oxygen. I’ll die with a smile on my face if this is as far as we ever get.

“Mateo—” she mewls, her tongue lapping at my throat, my ear, my shoulder.

“Yes baby. Whatever you want.”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to show me how to do it. It all feels so fucking good, and so fucking different. I just—” She sits up, her eyes so glassed over, eyelids heavy, hair wild around her face—her beauty kicks the little oxygen I have left from my fiery lungs.

“I like control, but this time, I want you to do it. I want you to show me how you like it so next time I know what to do.”

I want you to show me how you like it so next time I know what to do.

The chains I shackled my restraint in fall away from my body, vibrating through my subconscious with a loud clunk. Next time.

“You tell me if anything hurts, do you hear me? I need to trust you’ll tell me, no matter what.” I stare into her eyes, my heart hammering in my chest. She bites at her bottom lip, and then nods.

It’s the only signal I need.

Lifting her up, careful not to slide out of her, I tuck her beneath me. Her black hair, some ripped free from its braid, lays like little glistening strips of night sky over my sheets.

I start pistoning my hips, grinding equal parts to thrusting, and her moans fill the room. Each cry seeping into the cracks of my brain, branding herself permanently as a part of my soul. I’ll never be the same again, and I don’t want to be.

Picking up pace, the slapping sound of my balls hitting her flesh spurring my need to move faster, harder inside of her. Her fingers claw at my back, at my neck, and I know I’ll be covered in marks tomorrow.

Her fucking marks.

“Bite me baby. Make me yours,” I hiss the words, desperate to be claimed by this woman who’s too good for any man, especially one like me.

She leans up, and I wrap an arm under one of her knees allowing me to pound deeper inside of her. She screams, her teeth sinking into my neck. The mix of pain, and the euphoric grip of her pussy around my cock has an orgasm sparking at the base of my spine.

It’s too fucking soon. I have to make her come first.

Dropping her leg, I sit up, and she grabs for me, a frustrated cry pulled from her lips.

I smirk down at her, and her eyes widen.

“So fucking greedy for my cock aren’t you Dale?

Who knew the friend could make your pussy so wet.

Tell me, do you think any of your other friends would fuck you like this?

Would anyone’s cock feel as good as mine buried inside of your pussy? ”

I look down at the wetness we both feel slicking my thighs, and she groans, writhing beneath me. “Yes, I love when you talk dirty.”

I slowly push in and out, forcing myself to focus on lasting, while she looks more and more desperate by the second. Keep it together Mateo, fuck!

I slow my pace, pulling another cry from her.

“You didn’t answer my questions Dale.” Her eyes ping open, looking at me like I’ve completely lost it.

And fuck, if this is losing it, I don’t ever want to be sane again.

I have to hear her say no one would feel better—I have to know it’s as good for her as it is for me.

“Would anyone else’s cock feel as good? Tell me. ”

Her fingers claw at my chest, and she opens her mouth, but no words come out. I slow down my thrusts even more—barely pushing in. It’s torture, but I’ll do it for as long as it takes for her to find the words.

“Fuck, Mateo. No, fuck! No one—” She squeezes her eyes shut, her hips lifting as if with a mind of their own, “no one could ever feel this fucking good. No one is as big, or hard, or as good at fucking as the fucking king. You’re the king of this pussy.”

I groan, my eyes fluttering shut. I want to punish her for her smart ass words—but even laced with irritation and mockery, they send a bolt of desire firing through me straight to my aching balls.

“That’s”— thrust— “fucking”— thrust— “right.”

“Fuuuccckkk yes,” she screams, and I look down at her, writhing beneath me. Her one hand is pulling at the roots of her own hair, the other has started rubbing little circles on her swollen clit. I watch her work—mindless and desperate.

“Your pussy looks so pretty swallowing my cock baby. Like it was made to be filled by me—” I pause, thrusting harshly into her, stretching her once more. Her back bows, eyes rolling back into her head, “and me alone.”

“Fuck yes,” she pants, little beads of sweat covering her warm, perfect skin. I drop one hand, using mine to push hers away, my own thumb finding her clit. I begin to rub small, focused circles on the sensitive bundle, and she screams at the contact.

“That’s it, scream for me. Let everyone know that your friend is making you scream. Scream my fucking name.”

Her pussy clamps around my cock, her orgasm close. But I don’t want it like this for her. I want her on top. I want her in control.

I pull from her heat with a hiss, feeling more like I’ve ripped my soul from my chest, and her eyes fly open.

“What the fuck?”

I stretch out next to her, pulling her on top of me, and line my cock up with her heat again. “Take me Dale. This orgasm, and every one after are yours. Fuck me baby, fuck?—”.

She doesn't let me finish before she slams onto me, her ass recoiling with the force of the impact, and my own finish comes barreling toward me.

She bounces, her tits swaying, head thrown back, and I feel my heart shattering. She’s the most beautiful, incredible person and I know I’ll never be able to deny my need for her again.

If I lose her I won’t survive.

“I’m so close,” she cries, and I grip her hips, making her grind against me once more. “Ohhh.”

Leaning forward she starts grinding harder into me, and then as if hit by a bullet she stills. Her body quivers right before her pussy clamps like a vise on my cock. Grabbing her hips, I thrust up into her, racing to follow her over the edge.

“Mateo!” she screams into my throat, and hearing my name on her lips is enough to finish me. Like a bomb, my release fires through me, and I go to pull out of her as I remember I’m not wearing a condom. But she sits on me, gripping my wrists behind her back.

“Come in me, Mateo,” she pants, and I explode, unable to keep it back a second longer.

“Fuuucckkk,” I groan, my cock throbbing as cum coats the inside of my best friend's pussy. It’s the best high I’ve ever known, and if I thought I wanted or needed her before, I was fucking delusional.

This. I know I’ll never be the same— I’m ruined forever.

The sound of the shower turning on pulls me out of a dead sleep.

I crack my eyes open to see the bathroom door ajar, soft light filtering through the crack.

Tilting my head to the side, I see the clock reads one in the morning—after having sex a number of times, stopping only once for a rushed bowl of cereal, which led to a new and favorite way to consume milk and strawberries, I brought Dale to bed with me, tucking her perfect, soft body against my own.

She’d showered before climbing in, and I had the sense she wanted a moment to herself.

Even though it killed me— I don’t think I can ever be far away from her again —I’d given her space.

When she came back to bed, her face was soft and flushed, clearly satisfied, and we’d fallen asleep almost instantly.

So why would she be up now? Did I push her too hard? Was she not as okay with everything as she said she was?

Maybe she’s worried about me coming in her? We never discussed it.

Climbing out from beneath the sheets, I pad across my room, listening for any signs of distress on the other side of the door. I don’t know what the protocol is here. Do I go in and make sure she’s okay? Do I let her have her space once more?

As I draw closer, the unmistakable sounds of humming filter through the wooden door, and unable to resist the urge to be near her, even though every cell in my body warns me about falling too hard, too fast, I push into the steamy room.

Dale’s facing away from me, her long hair wet and glistening like a black waterfall down her back, covering the perfect curve of her ass.

The humming becomes louder, the familiar sound of that silly pink pony song bouncing around the tiled space.

I don’t bother fighting off the smile that tips my lips.

I’m drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, and before I know it, I open the glass door of the shower, a thick wave of steam blasting my naked form.

She continues to hum, her hips swaying slightly as she runs her hands through her hair.

The smell of my shampoo rises to my nose, and the thought of her smelling like me, makes my dick twitch .

When did I become such a caveman?

Aching to feel her skin beneath my hands, I press in farther, eyes glued to the droplets running across her skin. They dribble over her every curve, connecting the dots of her freckles in a mesmerizing web that I’d gladly get caught in for the rest of my life.

“Want to wash my back for me?” The cool press of a plastic bottle against my hand pulls me from my trance, and I instantly spring into action.

“It’s kinda late for a shower,” I state, my mind blank as I run a soap slick hand over her back. Beneath my touch, her skin pebbles. After several seconds, I realize she still hasn’t responded, and I stop my path across her body, instead gently gripping her shoulder to twist her to face me.

Her eyes dart everywhere but my own, and I freeze. What did I say?

“What’s wrong? Are you worried about me coming in you?” I whisper, insecurity rearing its ugly head.

She shakes her head, “No, I’m on birth control.”

I rub a hand over her arm, waiting for her to continue.

She nibbles at her lip, before taking a shaky breath, and reluctantly meeting my gaze.

“Sometimes I just feel…dirty. It doesn’t matter how clean I am, or how good of a day I’ve had—” Her voice quivers, like she’s afraid I’ll take offense to what she says.

“I had the best day Mateo, I promise. It’s just when I finally allow my brain to quiet, I can hear them again.

I can feel them, and cleaning myself helps. ”

Her words shatter my remaining composure. Here I was, worried about my own selfish insecurities, and she’s back there, with them , battling her demons alone once more. I shake my head, fighting down the sudden well of frustration filling my chest.

She needs me, and fuck it all, I’ll be here for her no matter what it takes. That’s what I vowed to myself when I found her, what I vowed to myself when she demanded we don’t develop feelings for each other, and again now.

Dale deserves that much. She deserves so much more.

Instead of giving her space to feel even more insecure, and trusting that she asked me to help by giving me the soap to wash her off, I pick it up once more, resuming the task of lathering her perfect skin in suds.

“Turn around, baby, I missed a spot.”

Her shoulders deflate, a small sad smile tilting her lips, before she does as I ask, lifting her hair over her shoulder. I wash her over and over, until her skin is pink and she finally relaxes into my touch.

“Thank you for saving me,” she whispers.

Little does she know, she’s the one saving me. Every second of every day.