The Big Girl and Cowboy Show - An Alpha Cowboy Erotic Romance (6 page)

My screaming was enough to send Randall over the edge and he let out a terrifyingly ferocious growl of his own that somehow made me feel strangely satisfied as I writhed against him. I had no time to dwell on that feeling though, because in the next instant I was consumed by the sensation of Randall beginning to come in my welcoming pussy. “Yes, Randall! Come for me!” I could feel the jet of his seed pulsing against my insides with each powerful spray from his throbbing cock. He continued to thrust as he came more and more. So much that it began to spill out of me as he continued to drive into my pussy, his cum running down over my button and dripping onto the duvet below. Finally, after what was an amazingly long display, the last of Randall’s aftershocks subsided. Breathing heavily, we both fell forward in a heap. On our way down to the bed, Randall pulled his barely softened cock from my pussy and I felt the rest of the warm load of his cum overflowing from my lips.

Randall was now laying on his side, draped over me, my tummy still flat on the bed and my head facing away from him. “Randall. My goodness. That was incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that. I mean, never.” Randall was quiet, save for his breathing, which was still understandably heavy. “And those sounds you made! That . . . growling. So, so sexy. I love feeling like I made you go all primal.” His breath was beginning to slow now. “My god, Randall. You’re an animal! A sexy, sexy, incredible animal. I love it!” I turned my head toward Randall and shifted myself onto my side, mirroring Randall’s position. “Look! You’ve even got some sexy animal fur on your chest.” I reached my hand to him and ran my fingers through the hair on his chest. Randall smiled warmly at me.

We stayed like that for a minute, looking at each other, my hand on Randall’s chest. Then it hit me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something was different. It took me a second to figure out what it was. At least, what I thought it was. The thing is, what I thought was different really didn’t make any sense as to how it could even
be
different.
 

“Randall,” I said. “I could have sworn you didn’t have any hair on your chest earlier. Is it possible I just didn’t notice?”

“Well, Connor,” Randall began slowly, “I suppose anything is possible.” He paused for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Why don’t we get dressed and grab some breakfast, Ms. Lyall. I think I need to fill you in on some things.”