Her Filthy Cowboy (Fit Mountain Cowboys #2)

5. Brody

Chapter Five

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“I don’t know about you, but I am officially stuffed,” Savannah says as I swipe the hotel keycard and push open the door to our suite.

I chuckle as I follow her inside. “I’m glad you enjoyed dinner, sweetheart. I wanted tonight to be perfect for you.”

It’s Saturday night, and Savannah and I just returned to our hotel after having dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town.

Savannah kicks off her high heels and pads across the plush carpet in her bare feet toward the expansive windows that stretch from floor to ceiling. She pulls back the gauzy curtain and lets out a soft gasp.

“Brody, this view...it’s breathtaking,” she whispers.

I have to agree. The night sky is awash with twinkling stars that seem close enough to touch. The full moon hangs low while the lights from the town glimmer in the valley below.

I walk up behind her and slide my arms around her waist, enjoying the way her supple curves feel pressed against my body. “It really is something else,” I murmur as I nuzzle her neck. I breathe in the sweet scent of her perfume. “Almost as beautiful as you.”

“Still, it’s too much. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me. The five-star restaurant, this incredible suite...”

“I wanted to,” I assure her, tucking a strand of her silky hair behind her ear. “I like spoiling my girl.”

Savannah turns in my arms to face me. Her green eyes sparkle in the moonlight. “Your girl?”

“Yeah, baby. My girl.” I caress her cheek. “I want you to be mine, sweetheart. Not just for tonight. But for real.”

Savannah’s lips part in surprise and I capture her mouth in a deep kiss. She melts against me, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck as she kisses me back just as fiercely.

I skim my hands down her back to cup her round ass and give it a possessive squeeze. “Damn, your ass is perfect. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Savannah reaches between us and rubs the bulge straining against my pants and smirks. “Mmm,” she purrs seductively. “Does this mean you’re ready to collect on our bet and have your way with me?”

I groan as her fingers trace my hard length through the fabric. “Fuck, yes,” I rasp. “I’ve been half-hard all night just thinking about getting you naked in this bed.”

“Oh really?” she looks up and gives me a coy smile. “What else were you thinking about?”

I fix her with a heated stare. “You really want to know?”

Savannah swallows hard. “I really want to know.”

I press my lips to her ear. “I’ve been thinking about licking you from ass to clit. About claiming every inch of this sweet little body of yours. I’ve been thinking about how it will feel to make you come on my fingers and then my tongue. I’ve been thinking about shoving my thick cock deep inside your soaked little pussy over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

Savannah’s cheeks flush pink at my words and I chuckle at her reaction. “You asked, sweetheart,” I remind her with a wicked grin.

But then she surprises me by pressing her soft curves fully against my hard body. She trails a finger down my chest, her nail scraping lightly over my shirt.

“You’re right. I did ask.” Her voice is low and breathy. “Because I want it. I want you to do all of that to me.”

Fuck.

I love how confident Savannah is. Knowing that this gorgeous woman wants me just as much as I want her is a huge turn-on.

I trace my thumb over her full bottom lip. “Then strip.”

Savannah’s eyes go dark with lust at my command. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches behind her neck and slowly unzips her dress. The silky fabric slithers down her body to pool at her feet, revealing a black lace strapless bra and matching panties. My cock throbs at the sight.

“Keep going,” I urge.

Savannah reaches back to unclasp her bra. Her heavy breasts spill free and my hands itch to touch them, to feel their weight in my palms. But I resist, wanting to savor the show she’s putting on for me.

Next, she hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties and shimmies them down her long legs.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan, drinking in the sight of her naked body. “You’re perfection.”

My gaze rakes over her full tits, soft waist, and flaring hips. Between her thighs, her pussy is bare and glistening with arousal. I lick my lips, already imagining how she’ll taste when I bury my face between her legs.

“Lie back on the bed and spread yourself open for me,” I command. “I want to see that pussy.”

Savannah’s thighs part instantly. The sight of her, open and waiting for me, nearly brings me to my knees.

“Gorgeous. Now, touch yourself for me. Let me see you how you get yourself off when you’re alone.”

Savannah’s blush deepens but she does as I say, trailing her fingertips down her body until she’s circling her clit. She lets out a breathy little moan that shoots straight to my cock.

“That’s it, baby.” I palm myself through my jeans as I watch her. “Just like that. You’re so fucking sexy.”

Savannah’s hips start to undulate as she rubs herself faster. Her other hand comes up to knead her tits, tugging and pinching her rosy nipples until they pebble under her touch.

I groan low in my throat. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby. I’m so fucking hard right now.”

She gives me a coy smile. “I want to see what I’m doing to you.”

I don’t hesitate, dropping my pants and boxers in one swift motion.

My cock springs free and I wrap my hand around my thick shaft and lazily stroke myself from root to tip. “Like what you see?”

She swallows hard. “You’re so big. I’m not sure if?—”

“It’ll fit.”

“But I?—”

“Trust me, honey.” My eyes lock on hers as I continue to stroke myself. “We’ll make it fit. Even if it takes all night. You just focus on making a mess over there. Help me slide in deep.”

Savannah starts to whimper as her fingers move faster.

“You like this, don’t you?” I growl. “You like putting on a show for your man.”

“Yes.” She moans and arches her back. “I love you watching me.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking about. What’s making that sweet pussy so wet, baby?”

She slips a finger inside her clenching hole. “I’m thinking about your big cock stretching me open.”

My dick jerks in my hand at her words. I love that my girl gives as good as she gets when it comes to dirty talk.

“Is that what you want? My big cock filling up that tight little hole until you cream all over it?”

“Yes, Brody.” The desperation in her voice nearly makes me burst into flames. “That’s what I want.” Her hips start to buck off the bed, and I can tell she’s close.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” I growl. “I want my tongue inside you when you do.”

“But I don’t think I?—”

“I said wait, baby.”

Panting, Savannah removes her hand from between her legs. A needy whine escapes her.

“Good girl.” I pump my fist over my cock as I drink in the delicious sight of her splayed out before me. Her body is flushed and trembling, her perfect tits heaving with each ragged breath.

I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

“Spread your legs wider,” I instruct. “Hold yourself open for me. I want to see everything.”

Savannah reaches down and uses her fingers to spread her glistening folds apart, giving me an unobstructed view of her soaked pink flesh. Her opening is fluttering wildly and her clit is swollen and throbbing.

“Look at you. So wet and ready for me. I’m going to taste you until you’re shaking and coming all over my face.”

Groaning, I drop to my knees before her. I hook my arms under her thighs and yank her to the edge of the bed. “Hold yourself open for me just like that. Don’t move your hands.”

Savannah whimpers but obeys, using her fingers to keep her glistening folds spread wide. Unable to resist any longer, I bury my face between her legs.

“Fuck, you taste incredible,” I growl against her flesh. “So sweet. I could feast on you for hours.”

“Oh, yes,” Savannah gasps, fisting her hands in my hair as she grinds against my face. “Don’t stop!”

I have no intention of stopping. I lap at Savannah’s pussy like a man starved.

Her thighs start to tremble, and I slide two fingers deep inside her, curling them just right as I suck on her clit. Savannah’s back arches off the bed, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she climaxes.

I pull back and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand as I admire my handiwork. Savannah looks utterly wrecked, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine. The hunger I see there matches my own.

I brush a strand of hair from her face. “We’re just getting started, baby.”