“Not God, Wildflower, your cowboy. The man who is going to worship this pretty cunt for as long as you’ll let me.”
He leans back and I practically cry out, “What are you doing?” My breath is erratic, and my heart hammers. I’m so close to release.
On his knees he stares at my throbbing sex, a satisfied wolfish grin on his lips. “I’m going to make you squirt. Are you ready, Tally?”
I nod dramatically, my head a bobbing mess as I beg for whatever will result in me coming.
He dips down and presses a kiss to my left thigh, then ghosts his lips across my desperate pussy and presses a kiss to the opposite thigh. “Walker,” I growl.
He chuckles, his hot breath hitting my clit. “Yes, Wildflower?” He licks between my slit.
“Make me come.”
“Now who’s the one begging?” he muses.
I wrap my thighs around his neck and squeeze. “I’m about to make you beg for breath.”
He laps at me, nipping and sucking, and then, when I think I will die if he doesn’t increase the pressure, he pushes a finger inside me, angling and twisting before, without any warning, I’m coming, my vision blurring as an explosion rips through my body. My thighs squeeze, holding him in place as I thrust up against his mouth, and then he’s moaning. “There we go, yes, Tally, so good squirting for me.” He licks at me, sucking everything from me, prolonging my orgasm while I see stars.
My thighs fall open, and I should be embarrassed by how his face glistens but I can’t seem to care. Walker lifts me onto his lap and smooths a hand up and down my back. “You did so good, Tally girl.”
I tip up my chin to look at him and he smiles down at me—a smile so genuine that wrinkles form around his eyes. I pucker my lips, needing to kiss him, and he gives in right away. The peck turns heated quickly and then I’m grinding against his already hardened cock.
“Is this okay?” he asks as he leans me back just slightly. His cock is still pressed against his stomach, but the warmth of me wraps around him and he teases my clit with his head.
“Yes,” I reply, mesmerized with watching the way he plays with me like this. At how he toys with my pleasure.
“What about this?” he asks as he swipes a finger across one of my nipples, then pinches it lightly.
“God, yes,” I whimper.
He pushes me back a bit more and leans down, sticking out his tongue. Then right before he lightly bites my other nipple he asks, “And this?”
Oh God. The questions, the tone, those damn eyes.
“Yes.”
On my assent, his tongue laps at me, sucking my nipple into his mouth as he rolls me over his cock again. I’m so close. So desperate for him to fill me.
“Walker—” He glances up at me as I whine. “Can I fuck you?”
He smiles at my question. “You can do whatever you want to me. This is your show.”
I lick my lips and then lean forward. He grips my shoulders, stopping my movement. “Condom?”
“I’m on birth control, and I’ve been tested. I’m good.”
His eyes fall shut, and he groans. “You’re going to let me have this perfect cunt bare?”
I smile. “If you’re okay with that.”
His lashes flutter open, and he leans in for a kiss. Before he presses our lips together, though, he pauses. “I’m good, too.”
I knew that without him telling me. Walker would never put me in danger. He’s a protector. It’s clear in everything he does.
“I trust you,” I tell him.
He nods, solemn. “You should.” Then the tension grows again as he stares down at where I sit on him. “Lift up and put me inside you.”
