Curvy Pen Pal Fucked Hard By Cowboy

The moment I stepped off the plane in Billings and saw Jake leaning against his dusty black pickup, two years of filthy letters condensed into a single heartbeat. He was taller than I’d imagined—broad shoulders stretching the faded denim of his work shirt, sleeves rolled up over corded forearms tanned by endless Montana sun. His hazel eyes locked on mine and the air between us turned thick, electric, like the sky before a thunderstorm. I felt every inch of my curvy body under that stare: the heavy sway of my full breasts in my thin cotton sundress, the soft thickness of my thighs rubbing together as I walked toward him.

Jake didn’t speak at first. He just pushed off the truck, took my suitcase like it weighed nothing, and pulled me into a hug that pressed every lush curve of me against his hard frame. I breathed in leather, hay, and warm male skin. My nipples tightened instantly.

“Been waitin’ a long time for this, Lila,” he murmured against my hair, voice low and rough like gravel under boots. “Two damn years of those letters… you got any idea what you do to a man?”

I tilted my face up, heart hammering. “I think I do. Because you did the same thing to me.”