Cowboy Daddy

by Hannah McBride

  She could feel Tyler all hard and throbbing in her hand, the tip of his thick length slightly damp and glistening. “I know you want me, Tyler,” she whispered.

  “Damn right I do,” he mumbled against her lips. “You know I do.” He kissed along her jaw hungrily and she tugged at his hair.

  “Then quit fooling around and have me.” She twisted her other hand, the one that was around his cock, pulling on him harder and then pushing the foreskin back down quickly.

  He gasped and arched his back a little, pushing himself into her hand, his fingers slipping deeper inside her. She moaned and wriggled and at that moment of weakness, he took control again, flicking his thumb over her clit and throwing one leg over her, mounting himself on top and, with his other hand, pushing down against her shoulders and pinning her to the bed.

  “You’re going to have to beg me first,” he growled, smirking a little as he looked down at her. “You really want my dick in you? Then you’re gonna have to beg. I wanna hear you…nice and loud. Don’t be shy now.”

  “Are you kidding?” She writhed in frustration.

  He chuckled and removed his fingers from her completely, refusing to touch her. He reached out with one arm and grabbed a condom from the drawer, carefully tearing open the packet so he didn’t rip the delicate rubber inside; he’d done that one too many times and it was pretty annoying having to grab another one. Anything that slowed down the process of intercourse was an annoyance, but Tyler had always practiced safe sex. The way he slept around it would be crazy to do anything else.

  “No, I’m not kidding,” he smirked as he looked down at his cock to slowly roll on the condom. “I want you to beg for my dick.”

  “Gimme your dick,” she mumbled non-commitally.

  “Not good enough. Louder.” The condom was on now, and he was ready to go, whenever she was. He took hold of both her legs and spread them, situating himself in between them and leaning down over her. He wasn’t touching her where she wanted to be touched, and he knew it must be pretty frustrating for her.

  “Come on,” she huffed a bit and wriggled around on her back, bending her legs and lifting her hips up to try and press herself against the tip of his cock.

  He pulled back just in time and laughed a little, shaking his head. “Uh-uh, not yet. Not until you’ve asked properly. Not until you’ve begged like a good girl.”

  Jamia gave a groan of frustration and moved one hand to touch herself, needing some kind of contact. Tyler grabbed her wrist and yanked it out of the way sharply. “No,” he snapped. “You don’t get to touch yourself, that’s not how it works.”

  “Oh come on,” she huffed.

  Just to make sure she wasn’t tempted to disobey him, he took hold of both her wrists and pinned them down either side of her head, leaning over her and dominating her with his expression, glaring into her eyes and daring her to disobey. The tip of his cock was just nudging against the warm wetness of her entrance, right where they both wanted it to be.

  She whined, and wriggled a bit in protestation. “Come on!”

  “Say the magic words,” he insisted darkly, knowing she’d have to cave eventually.

  “Alright, alright!” She screeched, panting a little already and wriggling her hips about, just trying to get him to push inside her a tiny bit more than he was. That tiny touch wasn’t enough, especially now he’d stopped stimulating her with his fingers.

  He stayed silent, watching her expectantly, waiting, ready to penetrate her any second, quietly willing her to say the words and wanting this just as much as she was, if not more.

  “P-please,” she mumbled, quiet at first.

  “A little louder,” he encouraged.

  “Please,” she gasped, still not loud enough but getting there, sounding more insistent and desperate.

  “More.”

  “Please!” This time she was forceful, and louder.

  He started to push inside her ever so slightly, about an inch, but not enough to completely satisfy her.

  “More.”

  “Please!” She cried out again, then once more louder than ever, practically shouting and screaming. It was a good job he lived alone in a mansion. “PLEASE!”

  That was enough for him; that was exactly what he needed to hear. This time, he pushed all the way inside, not pausing to give her time to adjust, or waiting to see how she would react to his size. He just leaned over her, pressed his hands against both her shoulders to hold her into the mattress, and entered her, completely and fully, slipping in inch by quick inch, until he was buried balls deep inside her.

  She gasped at the quick movement, her eyes widening first, then rolling to the backs of their sockets as her body naturally pushed upwards to meet his firm entry.

  Now that he was inside her, he didn’t feel the need to pin her down quite so much, so he released his grasp on her shoulders and instead ran his hands down her body, dancing his fingertips over her bosom, along her stomach and to her thighs.

  She lifted her legs up a bit and he tucked his hands underneath her thighs, keeping them slightly raised off the bed so he could get a good angle.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered breathily.

  This time, he didn’t question what she said, tease her, or ask her to beg. He sat up, pulled back his hips, and then immediately snapped them back into her. He didn’t want to have to wait any longer to get what he wanted, what he needed.

  She moaned and, with her now free arms, reached up and wrapped them round him, scratching her nails down his back straight away and tugging him down close on top of her.

  He kept a grasp on her thighs to keep the good angle they had going, but also leaned down at the same time and managed to connect his lips to hers, the two of them kissing desperately, their tongues clashing in a hungry embrace as he began to make love to her.

  He started to roll his hips into her, his movements slow and deliberate at first, just building up a bit of a pace and getting them both used to it, but those thrusts soon began to build up and increase, and before long he was snapping into her hard and fast.

  She cried out with every movement, her throat becoming sore and hoarse but she hardly cared, or even noticed. It had been so long since she’d even had sex with a guy, and even longer since someone had fucked her the way Tyler now was; so completely and fully. She could feel the stretch deep inside her, the walls of her vagina just about accommodating his girth and length, each thrust seeming to send him even deeper, touching parts of her she never knew existed and threatening to make her climax from the sex alone. That had never happened to her before.

  Within a few minutes of their fast pace, Tyler felt a sweat break out on the back of his neck and along his shoulders. He kept going, knowing he was fit enough and strong enough to keep this up for some time, his muscular thighs flexing as he pounded back and forth inside her tight hole. She gasped and tossed her head back, her entire body trembling as she started to come undone beneath him. This was what he wanted; this was what he aimed for every time; this moment when he could see and tell that his partner was totally his, and that he was causing every second of her pleasure.

  After a while, he dropped his grasp on her thighs and changed up their positions ever so slightly, leaning down over her and tucking his arms under her shoulders, clamping their chests together and locking his lips to hers in a deep embrace while his hips continued to do their business, thrusting back and forth, his balls banging against her ass with each snap of his hips.

  She moaned hungrily into his mouth and lifted her legs up more, wrapping them tight around him. He carried on in that position then got an idea to switch things up again. Since her legs were so tight round his waist, he was sure this would work, so he grabbed hold of her and rolled to the right hand side, rolling right onto his back and bringing her with him.

  She rolled, staying connected to him for most of it, but his dick slipped out right at the last minute, just as he landed on his back. He grinned and looked up at her, taking hold of t
he base of his cock and holding it upright and steady for her. “Get on it,” he whispered. “Ride me.”

  She didn’t need any more encouragement than that. She threw one leg over him and got on top, looking down so she could line herself up and get in position, then she slowly allowed herself to sink onto him. He filled her up again and she kept going until he was all the way inside her, giving a whorish moan and biting her lip at how good it felt.

  He placed his hands on her waist and gave her a gentle squeeze then reached up and cupped her boobs. This was the ideal position from which to appreciate them. As she began to ride him and bounce up and down on top of his eager, throbbing dick, he managed to get a load of her breasts, squeezing them, twisting and tweaking the nipples, worshipping her body as best he could while she brought pleasure to both of them.

  She carried on until she was out of breath and her thighs were aching, then collapsed a bit on top of him, breathing heavily.

  “Hard work, isn’t it?” He chuckled, running his hands up and down her back. “Want me to finish us off?”

  She nodded.

  He reached down and slapped her on the butt. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  She obeyed without a word, rolling off him and collapsing on the bed a moment, before crawling up onto her hands and knees, facing the headboard.

  He flipped himself over and got up on his knees behind her, shuffling himself into position and grabbing his cock, guiding it into place so they could do it doggy style.

  He held her by her waist then slowly slipped himself in.

  It felt new to her as she’d never been had that way before, and it went extraordinarily deep. She moaned at the new sensation and clawed at the sheets, grabbing them and scrunching them in her fists.

  Tyler reached down with one hand and wrapped it around her body from behind, placing his arm around her throat and pulling her back slightly towards his body.

  She moaned in pleasure and tossed her head back. “Choke me,” she whimpered.

  Biting his lip to suppress a moan, Tyler applied a small amount of pressure with his arm around her throat from behind, then began to thrust into her, hard, fast and deep.

  She kept her eyes half closed and her mouth open, unable to make much noise but occasionally giving a silent scream or gasp of pure pleasure. He could tell she was loving this and the feeling was mutual. He reached up with his other hand and tugged at her hair, getting a fistful of it and yanking her head back while he applied more pressure to her throat with his arm, wrapping it right around her.

  Jamia felt so on the edge, more than she’d ever been. She normally couldn’t climax like this in sex before, but with Tyler it was different. He seemed to be such an expert in what he was doing and he knew exactly what buttons to push with her. After a minute or so in that new position, she felt impossibly close and she could feel her body begin to let go, to give in to the pleasure and allow itself to fall over the edge. She tried to communicate with him, to let him know it was about to happen, but all that came out were a few incoherent moans, followed by a half strangled scream a few seconds later as she called out his name so loud she felt almost certain someone would hear.

  Tyler didn’t need any words to let him know that she was reaching her climax. As soon as it happened, he felt her clenching up and spasm around his dick, and everything felt more wet and damp down there than it had previously. His incoherent moans too, had turned into screams, which was a massive indicator, as well as the ribbons she was now scratching down his back. He didn’t mind in the slightest. He smiled to himself as he carried on pushing into her, knowing how sensitive she would be now, and that he could also allow himself to let go too, knowing that he had brought her to a climax.

  He leaned down close to her, whispering in her ear. “How was that?”

  She had no words, but he didn’t need her to.

  He sat up, placed both his hands on the small of her back, near her butt, and held her there quite firmly, to stop her from wriggling or sitting up while he had his way with her. “My turn,” he growled, then sped up, going harder and faster than he had throughout their whole session, truly slamming into her so hard that the bed was shaking and creaking, knowing he was only seconds away from his climax and using her spent body for his pleasure.

  She continued to gasp and whimper as he pounded her, her over sensitive body twitching and trembling beneath him until he finally reached his end, exploding into the condom and filling it up with what seemed like gallons of his thick cum. It had been a good while since he’d had sex, or even jerked off, there was a decent build up.

  Now it was his turn to moan and whimper like a little bitch, his legs trembling as his thrusts slowed and faltered, and eventually stopped, his whole body feeling like it was on fire, and incredibly weak. He panted and cursed beneath his breath then collapsed in a heap on top of her, breathless and totally worn out.

  He closed his eyes and just stayed like that for a good while until he could recover.

  She reached behind and stroked her fingers up and down his side, no longer digging in with her nails but just dancing up and down with her soft fingertips. It made a nice change.

  They were both sweaty and exhausted, but satisfied.

  Neither of them spoke for about five minutes, and it was Tyler who moved first, carefully rolling himself off from on top of her and dropping to the side, collapsing onto his back. His dick was totally soft and spent by now, with the full condom still attached. He carefully removed it from himself and then sat up, concentrating for a moment to tie the end of it in a knot, then he took an aim and hurled it across the room towards the trash can. He completely missed and it landed on the floor. They both giggled, then Jamia reached up for him with both arms.

  “Come here,” she murmured.

  He nodded and didn’t argue, coming in close for a cuddle. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close into her chest. In turn, he slid his arms round her and the two of them cuddled quietly for the next ten minutes.

  Tyler reached up and pulled the covers over their naked bodies to keep warm.

  “That was great,” Jamia murmured after a while.

  “I told you it would be,” whispered Tyler tiredly, and the two of them fell asleep.

  Chapter Seven

  The next day, everything went according to Tyler’s advance plan of Jamia’s two days off. They woke up in each other’s arms, feeling closer than ever after their sex the night before, both of them feeling that there was something between them now, not just this slightly unusual friendship where they flirted and made fun of one another. They kissed as they woke up, and even took a shower together. It was strange. It was almost like the type of thing people did when they were dating except, they weren’t dating, definitely not. After all, neither of them were the type to date.

  They got dressed and headed out in Tyler’s car. Well, one of them. He tried to impress her with the fact that he had four cars, but it didn’t work. She’d told him she didn’t care about money or possessions, and it was true. Still, they took a ride in his car and went into the city to get some breakfast together, at this place Tyler had been boasting about, telling her it did one of the best breakfasts in the city. She hadn’t had that many breakfasts out in her life but, when she tried it, she couldn’t find it in her to disagree. Even if she had nothing to compare it with, it was a pretty damn amazing breakfast.

  Once they were both full and satisfied, they got back in his car again and he drove her over to the offices of Preston Insurance Industries, parking in the underground car park and taking her inside. It was strange to see everyone so hard at work when they’d had the entirety of yesterday and all of today off. She really wasn’t used to it. It made her feel guilty about taking time off, but she didn’t have too much chance to worry about that, as Tyler was dragging her into the elevator and up to the very top floor to meet the boss, or at least, the man he had designated to be the boss – Michael East.

  Michael greeted her with
a smile and a handshake, and was only too happy to show her round the offices after Tyler explained that she was a cop in training, perhaps bragging her up a little more than what she was expecting.

  “She’s also my date,” Tyler added, slipping his hand into Jamia’s as they walked round the corridors.

  “Oh really?” Michael raised an eyebrow and smiled.

  Jamia scoffed and then laughed a bit. “In your dreams.”

  “Oh come on,” Tyler muttered. “After what we did last night, babe.”

  At that, Jamia blushed, and he was fairly sure he saw Michael’s cheeks go a little red too.

  “I think I’ve heard enough, Tyler,” the old man smiled, shaking his head fondly at the young Preston kid. Michael had seen him grow up, knew him from back when he was a young boy. He had a lot of fondness for him, despite his foolish arrogance.

  Under Tyler’s instruction, Michael was more than happy to show Jamia to the crime scene where Trent was found dead.

  Tyler decided to wait outside. He hadn’t actually been in since it happened, and he didn’t want to. That was just his way of dealing with it. Sure, he could brush off his dad’s death and laugh about it, but he didn’t want to see where it had taken place. That would just…make the whole thing far too real and gruesome. Then he’d have to actually deal with his emotions and his loss. No thanks. He got on his phone and checked Twitter while the two of them did what they needed to.

  Jamia’s eyes widened when she saw the blood around the chair. She’d seen crime scene photographs before but never actually been to one. This was…an honor, and very exciting, although she tried not to look too happy about it. Someone had been murdered here, after all. Tyler’s father. Her potential boyfriend’s father. Potential boyfriend? She shook that thought from her head and crouched down to get a closer look at the blood.

  “So uh…have the cops got any leads?” she asked Michael, looking up at him.