“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, fingers threading into my hair. He’s holding himself back from taking the lead. He’s letting me have this.
Emboldened, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard.
His hips buck involuntarily, and a thrill shoots through me at the power I have over my cowboy. This is what he’s taught me—exactly how to unravel him.
And it feels amazing.
I bob my head, taking more. And then even more, using my hand to stroke what my throat can’t take.
Wet sounds fill the room, mixing with his low curses and the crackle of the fire.
“Jesus, Maisey. Where’d you learn to—” He cuts off with a growl when I hum around his cock, the vibration making his thighs tense.
I pull back, just enough to look up into his eyes as I drive him crazy.
“Goddamn, I love this side of you,” he groans, barely holding on to control. “Confident. Sexy.Mine.”
The praise hits like lightning. I dive back in, taking him deeper until his massive cock hits the back of my throat, and I’m seeing stars as I move faster, fucking him with my mouth until he’s panting. His fingers tighten in my hair. “Shit—Maisey. I’m gonna?—”
I don’t stop.
He comes with a guttural moan, pulsing hot and powerful streams down my throat. I swallow every drop, holding his gaze the entire time, letting him see how much I love it.
When he’s spent, I crawl back up him, kissing my way over his chest, his neck, his mouth. He tastes himself on my tongue and groans.
His hands grip my hips as he tries to flip me over, but just as quickly, I push him back down.
“My turn to ride, cowboy.”
He grins, wicked and wrecked. “Yes, ma’am.”
I straddle him again, my pussy completely soaked and dripping for him as I line up with the head of his cock. He’s already hardening again. Insatiable man.
Sinking down slowly, inch by massive inch, I gasp at the stretch he gives me. The fullness of taking all of him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. His hands tug at the few remaining buttons of my shirt, exposing my breasts so he can cup and squeeze them, using his thumbs to pull my nipples into hard peaks. “Taking me like you were made just for me.”
He pulls more moans out of me as I start rocking my hips, grinding down hard until he hits that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
I force my eyes open, needing to see him, and the look of pure desire I see reflected at me makes my confidence surge.
“You like what you see, cowboy?”
“Fuck yes.” His hands grip my ass, guiding but not controlling. “Ride me hard, Maisey.”
I do. Faster, deeper, chasing the edge that he’s taught me to crave in only a few short weeks with him.
What would the rest of my life be like?
I don’t have time to let the thought sink in. Travis’s thumb finds my clit, rubbing in tighter and tighter circles until I shatter, clenching around him, crying out his name.
He flips us over, pulls my legs up over his shoulders, and thrusts deep. Once. Twice. And then he, too, is coming apart with a roar muffled against my neck.
We collapse together, tangled and sated.
For now.
Travis
