Auctioned to the Cowboys Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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From beneath me, Taylor begins to undulate her hips, searching for the friction she needs as her chest flushes with exertion and arousal.

I spread her legs wider with my thighs, driving harder and deeper. When she comes again, gripping my dick with her spasming muscles, I finally let myself release deep inside her, and it feels so good, I groan like a dying animal.

Her hands press against my ass, urging me closer even though I'm as deep as I can get. Our sweat mingles, and breaths come in pants. I cant my hips gently, easing my cum against her cervix. She's so ripe and ready for breeding. Her wide hips and curves tell me everything I need to know about her readiness for a family.

“Taylor,” I murmur against her lips. “My sweet girl.”

Taylor shivers, kissing me back, sliding her tongue over mine. I stay inside her for the longest time, wanting to make sure my seed doesn't slip from her pussy too quickly. I touch her hair, marveling at its softness. I caress her face, mapping her pretty profile with my fingertips. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and the freckles that dust her nose and cheeks are glitter-like. “You made Daddy feel so good,” I say, looking directly into her eyes. Just from those simple words, her pupils dilate, and her pussy contracts. I knew she was the right one from the moment I saw her and heard her speak. I knew she’d be perfect for me. “My good girl,” I whisper against her jaw as my body shudders from the comedown.

When I roll from Taylor, I tuck my arm beneath her and pull her into my body. Her fingers stroke through the hair on my chest and over the tight skin that dips between my abs. I might be forty, but my body is still in peak condition. I close my eyes, relishing the peace that's settled over the house and the comfort her body gives me, curled against my side.

She didn't question whether I should have worn a condom. She doesn't seem bothered that I came inside her. I can only take that as a good sign, a sign she wants what I want.

“Who's that?” she asks suddenly, jolting me from my internal deliberations.

When I open my eyes and follow her gaze, surprised at her question, I realize my mistake.

I should have taken the photo down before I brought her upstairs, but it's too late now.

“My son,” I say.

Taylor stiffens and is silent when I don't elaborate, but I can almost hear the whirring of her brain. I can't leave that hanging without explaining. It isn't fair, after we've done something together that takes so much trust.

“He lives in Spain with his mom.”

“Do you see him?”

“No.”

I don't tell her that the loss of him is like a permanent fracture to my heart or that having a child to fill the gap in my life is the reason she's here. She doesn't need the burden of my grief right now.

What Taylor needs is three men to take care of her. She needs kindness and protection. She needs to be provided for better than her family has managed. She'll want for nothing, and in turn, she'll give me everything I need.

I pull her closer, kissing the top of her head, murmuring a silent prayer to the universe that I'll get everything right this time.

7

MAVERICK

WHAT SHE NEEDS

Jesse asked me to take Taylor into town. She desperately needs clothes and probably everything else a woman needs. The bag she arrived with was small.

He asked me to hang around the house in the morning so that Taylor’s not left alone. There’s plenty to tidy up in the yard, the porch to sweep, and a few repairs. At around ten, Taylor appears with a mug of coffee and a cookie on a plate. At twelve, she brings me a sandwich.

Afterward, I shower to wash off the dust and sweat and then head down to the kitchen. Taylor’s sitting at the table, staring into space while the radio plays upbeat country music in the background. She seems so distant.

I start to fix myself a takeaway cup of coffee, but Taylor takes over, finding me a blueberry muffin and dropping it into a bag.

“Ready to go?”

She nods but her expression is tight. I wonder if Jesse told her we’ll be buying everything she needs.

“I hope you’re ready to spend.” I pull a wad of money out of my jeans and wave it back and forth, raising my eyebrows.

“I don’t need much,” she stutters.

I shrug, knowing she’s lying. The girl needs everything. When we’re at the store, I’ll make sure she leaves with bags of new things. What she wears reflects on us and I want her to feel confident in whatever situation she finds herself in.



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