The Last American Cowboy
“I know I sped on my way back to the hotel. When I got there, I rushed to my room, almost knocking over the maid’s cart that sat outside the room next to mine. I swiped the entry pad with my card and swore when it wouldn’t open the first time. I was on edge, sexed up, and knew what would bring me instant relief.
The door opened, and I rushed inside, slamming it behind me. I literally ran over to my suitcase and pulled out the zippered bag containing my vibrator. I pulled the drapes, took off my jeans and panties, which were still damp, and sat on the bed.
I prayed I’d charged the batteries up enough before I’d left my house the day before. I pressed the on switch. Yep, it was humming nicely. I switched it off again.
This was all Blake’s fault, getting me all worked up like he had. I scooted myself up the bed, rested my back on the pillows, and spread my legs.
I was still wet from him giving me that great orgasm…. Yes, the ride in the car from his ranch to the hotel had been uncomfortable.
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