Her Ruthless Cowboy

Prologue “I’m not sure I have this on right,” Layla said on the other side of the bathroom door. Andrew, who felt like he’d already been waiting a lifetime for Layla to come out, sat up on the suite’s California king-sized bed. “How about you come out, and I’ll let you know.” A moment later the door creaked open and Layla stepped out dressed in a peach bra that hardly covered the n*****s of her dark chocolate breasts. The cups of the bra were tied together with a satin bow at the center of her chest, a bow that seemed to be begging Andrew to untie it and release the two bountiful treasures it was barely constraining. Underneath the bra, she wore a pair of matching peach panties, the crotch of which was sheer enough to frame the swollen lips beneath it. White-hot bolts of lust shot through his c**k, making him fully erect underneath his black briefs in an instant. “I’d say you have it on exactly right.” For a moment, Andrew held still, his mind in the throes of warring compulsions to strip her bare and savor the sight of her like this at the same time. Seconds ticked by and she seemed to grow even more nervous under his gaze, shifting from foot to foot next to his bed. But Andrew kept her pinned with his eyes. He wanted her to fully understand the Andrew she remembered was no more. Her sweet and considerate college boyfriend was gone, replaced by an untamed animal who wanted nothing more than to devour her whole. She wiggled her fingers at her side nervously. “So are we going to…?” He came across the bed in an instant, dragging her into his arms and covering her wide mouth under his with raw and naked hunger. “Andrew,” she moaned against his lips. He forced himself to ignore the siren call of her breasts, and instead dug two fingers into her p***y. “Yes,” he said when he found her wet. “I want you wet. I want you f*****g dripping for me, sweetheart. I’m going to lie back, and I want to you ride me so hard I forget everything that went down between you and Nathan. Can you do that? Can you make me forget?” She nodded and pushed against his fingers, so hot for him, she probably didn’t even realize what she was doing. Andrew had never come in his pants, even as a kid. But the sight of her writhing into the fingers he was thrusting in and out of her nearly undid him. He had to let her go or risk embarrassing himself. And the last thing he wanted to do now that he had finally gotten Layla Matthews into his bed was come early. He dragged his lips off hers and, even more reluctantly, removed his fingers from her hot p***y. As it was, he wasn’t the least surprised when he took his c**k out of his briefs and found it rigid, already dripping with pre-c*m. For a moment, an image of Layla sucking him off the night before with her sweet mouth invaded his mind. Even more pre-c*m erupted from the eye of his d**k. But that was last night. He had something else in mind for this afternoon. He lay back on the bed. “Come on, sweetheart. Get on top.” Shy Layla was back now and once again, she didn’t seem to know what to do with that luscious body of hers. But Andrew was more than happy to tell her. “Get rid of those panties, then crawl over to me on the bed and swing your leg over.” With tentative movements, she did as he asked, but before she could sit down on top of him, he said, “No wait a minute, stay kneeling. I want to look at you.” And look at her he did. Her naked cunt glistened, weeping with need in the soft afternoon light. Finally he untied the bow, freeing her soft breasts to his hungry gaze. “Invite me in,” he said, his words thick with lust. She once again hesitated, but then placed a finger on each lip of her p***y and pulled it apart wide for him, giving him the most blatant physical invitation a woman could give. His manhood pulsed in immediate answer, and his mouth began to water. Another fight erupted in his mind. He wanted to taste her so bad again, but he didn’t think he could take not being inside her for even a minute more. He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her down over his d**k until he was buried deep inside of her. She cried out. “Oh, Andrew!” She was so f*****g tight, like a velvet glove made just for him. If he had known they’d fit this well together, there would have been no way he’d let her stay with Nathan as long as she had. And for minutes on end, the only sound in the room was of their two hungry bodies slapping together. But just as they were about to reach their apex, he stilled and stopped her hips from moving. “Layla, tell me you want this,” he said. Layla seemed to be in a daze, wild with lust to the point that it took her several moments of trying without success to move her hips to realize he’d asked her a question. But Andrew waited for her to figure it out. Considering how long he had waited for Layla, it wouldn’t do to have his patience give out now, even if his c**k was practically yelling, “Less talk, more rock!” After the haze cleared from her eyes, she said. “I want this.” Then she lifted her eyes to meet his. “I want you. The truth is, I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never wanted anybody like this. It feels like my body is going crazy.” “You want this more than you want to be with Nathan?” Andrew should have felt like a heel for demanding her acquiescence this way, in the middle of s*x. But when as much stuff had gone down between two people as it had between him and Layla, he couldn’t blame himself for wanting to hear her say it. “Tell me you want me more than you want my brother.” “I want you more than I want your brother,” she answered. No hesitation. No looking away. No way he couldn’t see the truth of her words written across her eyes. “Andrew, I—I love you.” And despite all the nasty things he planned to do and say to her, his heart just about came apart with joy then. “It feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear you say that. I love you, too, sweetheart. So f*****g much.” He surged up into her, and soon, as if to prove the validity of her professed feelings, she was coming apart for him, clenching her teeth as the orgasm took her and then him in a tidal wave of desire. Layla was his now. Fully his. She no longer wanted Nathan—she loved him. He had never been so happy in his life. He had finally landed the girl of his dreams. And this time, he was not going to be a gentleman about it. God help both him and Nathan if his brother ever tried to get her back.