The Cowboy's Secret Baby: BWWM Cowboy Pregnancy Romance (Young Adult First Time Billionaire Steamy African American) by Christin Jensen Page A
Authors: Christin Jensen
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glanced at some of the obvious improvements she had made to the place. You can’t polish a turd . He thought to himself, but she sure had done a decent job in some places .
As the week passed and the child began to sleep more into the night, Clarice became something of herself again, able to move around more freely and tend to things with the business. Several commissions had come in while she was busy giving birth to her son and she hurried to set about plans for the sketches. Farris had become more of a help than before, though she knew he had much to learn. He had planned to head out the following week, back to the farm and her little slice of heaven. That night, after the baby had gone down for its final night feeding, the two sat awkwardly in the living room. He rubbed his hands nervously on his jeans, wanting so badly to embrace her, but still fearful of it, remembering the nurses instructions. He inched closer and wrapped his arm around her.
From that close of a distance he could smell her scent once more, savoring the smells of her hair and skin as he had done what felt like so long ago. He smiled and gazed into her eyes. She looked tired, but still as beautiful as ever. He leaned in, kissing her ear gently and nibbling as he went. At first, Clarice didn’t feel like she was in the mood, but as his persistent teasing continued she could feel the rush of hormones once again converging on her. She allowed him to caress her, closing her eyes and drawing pleasure from his gentle touch. He rubbed her shoulders, the soreness leaving each muscle and relaxing her body at the same time. She leaned upward, kissing him deeply, their tongues dancing intimately once more. Her body was electrified once again, remember what it felt like to be loved, to be desired. He let out a soft moan, feeling the erection growing beneath his pants. Soon his body pressed tightly against hers, leaning her back until her head rested on the arm of her rickety old couch. The spring’s groaned under the lovers’ weight.
“You are still as beautiful as ever,” he whispered in her ear, lowering his pants to the floor beside him, “I love you Clarice.”
His words filled her heart. Even after all she, and her body had gone through he still desired her as deep as he had the first time on Two Flags ranch. She caressed his stiffening cock with her hand, watching as the feeling stirring pleasure in his eyes. He licked his lips hungrily and dove in for another long passionate kiss. Soon he was inside her wetness once again, slowly pressing himself deep with her crevice and feel the heat of her passion building around it. He rocked gently, being as gentle as possible considering it had been so long since she was his. Clarice’s body remember almost instantly the pleasures of intimate connection with Farris, the way his body filled her to the brink of fullness. She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations of his warm body to surround her thoughts. He grunted and moaned, signs of his true desire for her. She could feel the pressure building up, threatening to burst in an explosion of hot, wet pleasure. Farris too was reaching his climax, gripping the couch and quietly whimpering with need. He thrust once last time as the two ignited in the flames of organism. They lay together on the couch, holding one another tightly. This is what I missed more than anything , he thought to himself. He knew he would do anything to have her in his arms, as his love and wife, for the rest of his given life.
Later that night, as the two slept peaceful beside their young son, he rose and glanced out the window at the night sky. He reflected on how much his life had changed since the arrival of Clarice to the ranch and all the drama that it had brought with it. Though the girl couldn’t help it after all, it was her bitch of a mother doing most of the dirty work. He had found himself caught up smack dab in the middle of a war between innocent daughter and evil
As the week passed and the child began to sleep more into the night, Clarice became something of herself again, able to move around more freely and tend to things with the business. Several commissions had come in while she was busy giving birth to her son and she hurried to set about plans for the sketches. Farris had become more of a help than before, though she knew he had much to learn. He had planned to head out the following week, back to the farm and her little slice of heaven. That night, after the baby had gone down for its final night feeding, the two sat awkwardly in the living room. He rubbed his hands nervously on his jeans, wanting so badly to embrace her, but still fearful of it, remembering the nurses instructions. He inched closer and wrapped his arm around her.
From that close of a distance he could smell her scent once more, savoring the smells of her hair and skin as he had done what felt like so long ago. He smiled and gazed into her eyes. She looked tired, but still as beautiful as ever. He leaned in, kissing her ear gently and nibbling as he went. At first, Clarice didn’t feel like she was in the mood, but as his persistent teasing continued she could feel the rush of hormones once again converging on her. She allowed him to caress her, closing her eyes and drawing pleasure from his gentle touch. He rubbed her shoulders, the soreness leaving each muscle and relaxing her body at the same time. She leaned upward, kissing him deeply, their tongues dancing intimately once more. Her body was electrified once again, remember what it felt like to be loved, to be desired. He let out a soft moan, feeling the erection growing beneath his pants. Soon his body pressed tightly against hers, leaning her back until her head rested on the arm of her rickety old couch. The spring’s groaned under the lovers’ weight.
“You are still as beautiful as ever,” he whispered in her ear, lowering his pants to the floor beside him, “I love you Clarice.”
His words filled her heart. Even after all she, and her body had gone through he still desired her as deep as he had the first time on Two Flags ranch. She caressed his stiffening cock with her hand, watching as the feeling stirring pleasure in his eyes. He licked his lips hungrily and dove in for another long passionate kiss. Soon he was inside her wetness once again, slowly pressing himself deep with her crevice and feel the heat of her passion building around it. He rocked gently, being as gentle as possible considering it had been so long since she was his. Clarice’s body remember almost instantly the pleasures of intimate connection with Farris, the way his body filled her to the brink of fullness. She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations of his warm body to surround her thoughts. He grunted and moaned, signs of his true desire for her. She could feel the pressure building up, threatening to burst in an explosion of hot, wet pleasure. Farris too was reaching his climax, gripping the couch and quietly whimpering with need. He thrust once last time as the two ignited in the flames of organism. They lay together on the couch, holding one another tightly. This is what I missed more than anything , he thought to himself. He knew he would do anything to have her in his arms, as his love and wife, for the rest of his given life.
Later that night, as the two slept peaceful beside their young son, he rose and glanced out the window at the night sky. He reflected on how much his life had changed since the arrival of Clarice to the ranch and all the drama that it had brought with it. Though the girl couldn’t help it after all, it was her bitch of a mother doing most of the dirty work. He had found himself caught up smack dab in the middle of a war between innocent daughter and evil
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