“Goddamn, baby. You really do like being spanked, don’t you?”
I can’t tell if he’s teasing me or not, but right now, I don’t care. I try to spread my legs again, and this time, he lets me. “Please,” I beg, too needy to give a shit about pride anymore.
His fingers feel massive as he pushes two of them inside me. The angle’s all wrong, my thighs can’t part as much as I need them too, but I moan anyway as they fill me. It’s not even one of the fake ones I use during shows. Just feeling filled by him is enough.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this, Tex. Ass as red as your hair, pussy soaked, voice all sweet and high.”
“Fuck me,” I whine, squirming in his grasp again. The hand he has around my wrists tightens, but he pulls his fingers out and helps me stand a second later.
I know what I look like when I’m turned on—actually turned on, not faking it. I’m pale, so the flush in my cheeks always reddens my neck and chest as well, making me look all splotchy. It’s not a pretty sight.
But Maddox is looking at me like I’m the prettiest damn thing he’s ever seen. The wholesomeness of it, after he just spanked my ass so hard I don’t think I’ll be able to drive home without squirming, makes me feel like a germ under a microscope.
I don’t know if he can tell, or if he just gets his fill right about the same time I get uncomfortable, but he stands abruptly, making me step back to avoid being bumped into. He pushes my panties the rest of the way down and then pulls my shirt over my head.
“You’ll have to tell me how to play with these so I don’t hurt you,” he tells me, something like awe in his voice as he gazes at my piercings. I grin. Finally, back on solid footing. I know how to handle a man who finds me sexy. It’s a man who finds me pretty that’s foreign.
“Been fantasizing about them, Rancher?”
“Like a damn teenager.”
I laugh, and the last of the awkwardness melts away. “Pretty much the same that you’d play with any nipples. You can tug the barbells lightly, but don’t be rough about it.”
He doesn’t hesitate after that, but instead of twisting them with his fingers like I figured he would, he ducks his head down and wraps his lips around one, flicking his tongue. I hiss at the sudden pleasure, back arching and fingers threading through his stupidly soft hair. My mind inches back toward that wonderful soft feeling it’d been floating in earlier.
One of his hands reaches down to fiddle with his jeans, while the other slides around to my back, pressing against the small of it like he wants me closer, too.
The movements are counterproductive—pushing me closer gives him less room to unbutton his jeans. He growls against my nipple in frustration, the vibrations against the barbell causing my breath to hitch, and then pulls away reluctantly. His fingers make quick work of the button and zipper. “Sorry, I feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t get these pants off so it can get some room.”
“Mhmm, sure, Rancher,” I joke back, watching. “You don’t have to make excuses to get your dick out, you know. I’ve been asking to see it since I got here.”
He doesn’t even respond to me, just lets out a sigh of pleasure when his dick springs free. It’s not a pencil cock, that’s for sure, but I’d already known that. Seeing it in person is different, though. Now, if I want it, I can have it. My saliva thickens at the thought and it takes more effort than usual to swallow.
Maddox strokes it with a smirk. “Not a pencil cock after all, is it?”
I bristle. “Still a pencil cock. Maybe a thicker pencil, though. Like the one they give out when you’re just learning how to write.”
He laughs at me and I grab the hair tie off my wrist to put my hair up, planning to humble him a bit, but when I try to kneel, hegrabs my elbow to stop me. “Nope. As much as I want your pretty little lips around my cock, it’ll be over in seconds, and I’m aiming to give you one of those boneless orgasms you’ve been talking up so much.”
“Step one: stop running your mouth and start fucking me.”
“Well then, we’re starting at step zero first because I wanna taste you.”
It’s the only warning I get before he bends over just enough to band his arm around the back of my thighs and toss me back on the bed. I huff like being tossed around by him doesn’t thrill me. “What’ve you got against people getting on the bed the normal way?”
He doesn’t dignify my attitude with a response, following me onto the bed and rolling onto his back. I’m confused until he grabs my waist and starts tugging me where he wants me.
My breath hitches. Fucking finally. I’m eager to comply after that, my knees framing his face as I kneel above him. He groans, craning his neck impatiently and holding my thighs. The mustache I’d been fantasizing about pricks my skin as he kisses my thighs, leaving my pussy aching for attention again, but when I try to lower myself, his fingers dig into the backs of my thighs. “Maddox.”
“You’re so goddamn impatient,” he grumbles back, nipping me lightly and making me suck in a breath. I’m gonna have tiny little bruises from his fingers and mouth all over me and the realization makes me even hotter.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I rode someone’s face? I think the last time might’ve been Col?—”
The bite is harder this time and I yelp. “The only name you’re gonna be saying in my bed is mine, Tex.” He lets go of one of my thighs, his fingers creeping around to press inside me again now that he has a front row seat to the action. We both groan at the same time, his head falling back against the pillow. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I nod mindlessly, a moan following it when his thumb finds my clit. “Surprised you don’t have this pierced, too.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
