Page 7 of Protecting Peyton

At four, she slipped precariously to the left.

With my free hand, I grabbed her thigh and got her righted again at the six-second mark. It was looking good.

She had a seriously strong grip on me.

At seven seconds, she slipped again, this time to the right.

My right hand was on the rope, and I couldn’t help her.

With a scream and a laugh, she went overboard at eight seconds. So close, but not enough to win.

The operator cut the machine, and she was still laughing when it stopped, so I slid off to help her up.

“Another ride,” she demanded. “And this time, I’m in front.”

We looked at Lucas. He nodded.

Excited to get my arms around this woman, I was willing to try anything. I boosted her up and helped her wrap the rope tight against the handhold.

The metal handhold was for sissies. Our rule was you could only hold the rope.

After swinging up behind her, I snuggled close and wrapped my hands down low around her. My God, she felt good. I hoped my dick didn’t notice I was up tight against her ass.

She pried at my hands. “Let go. I have an idea.”

I watched her thread the loose end of the rope through the handhold.

“Now grab the two ends and hold me up against the handle.”

I did. It was a good idea, and I clamped my legs around her ass. “I think I’m going to like this.”

“Mind out of the gutter and hold on, cowboy.”

I glued myself to her as the beast started up.

The crowd was even more raucous than before, with the women all yelling.

At the count of five, it was looking good, but then a rapid double buck loosened me, and I started to lose it to the left.

At six, we got a lucky spin the other way, and I re-centered myself behind her.

When the count reached ten, the crowd went wild.

Peyton turned her head. “I told you.”

I lost my balance at the next spin and had to let go to keep from dragging her off.

With a scream, she came off a second later and landed on top of me. Her knee landed between my legs, but not high enough to cripple me. She was still laughing when I grabbed her.

“We won,” she said. “I told you my way was better.”

I held her a few seconds longer than appropriate by pretending the crowd was too loud. “What did you say?” My dick certainly noticed the firm press of her tits against me.

She repeated herself, then climbed off me, holding her arms high. “We won. We won.”

The next group took over the bull after I exited.

“No. Only the first ride counts,” I heard Lucas tell her. “Cobra and Serena won. Those are the rules.”