I’m about to die at her feet, a ghost of who I was. I don’t correct her to say some other knot is on the horizon for her. Damn, that’s the truth, but it feels so fucking wrong I can’t bring myself to say it.
Veda bites down on her bottom lip, a pretty frown between her brows. “You can do it, you know. Rub if you need to.”
I groan. “Yeah, are you sure, darlin’? It’s not going to spook you watching this big cock work?”
She twists over the rock, nipples pebbling and pressing against the soft fabric of her shirt. “Of course not. It’s so hard, Derrick. It looks like you’re in pain.”
She’s a fucking vixen. Her hungry eyes devour me, and I start stroking, knowing damn well I’m only getting myself into trouble. But it’s worth getting into trouble for this woman. She’s worth every single thing. Veda watches me with intention, her teeth so deep into her bottom lip that I reach out with my thumb.
“You’re going to hurt yourself.”
The softness of her lips tears me apart. I start stroking harder, faster, my eyes hard watching her every reaction. Famished for it. Pleasure builds thick, and I know I’m about to fall apart. The image of hercovered with my cum is something out of my every dream, but I have good sense and angle to the other side, away from her.
Her tongue peeks out, and I watch the movement as she tastes my thumb still over her lips. It’s all I need to let it go. Ropes of cum splash over the forest ground. I groan, powerless. My head falls back once again, and I suck in thick air smelling like her arousal. My cock twitches in my hand, and I squeeze my knot, taking pleasure in those last moments of my orgasm.
Moments tick by, and when my conscience returns to where it should be, I lower my head back, finding my Veda squirming over the rock, eyes so full of want, I drop to my knees in front of her.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my hands reaching for her waist. “Was that too much?”
“No.” Her voice is soft and breathy. It sounds so good that I start getting hard again.
“Do you need relief too?”
My question stuns her into action. She blinks at me like I’m insane and stands up quickly. “No. No.”
Something about this doesn’t make sense. It doesn't match what we just shared. I tuck myself back in my pants, but I prowl over to her. I can smell her arousal. I know she needs relief, and I don’t know why she won’t let me do it.
“I can make you feel good, darlin’. You don’t need to be scared.”
She scoffs and starts moving back to the trail, leaving me behind. “I’m not scared. I just… hmm, I don’t need you to bother with me.”
I laugh so loud she shoots me daggers over her shoulder. “If you think licking that pretty cunt is bothersome, you don’t know much about cowboys.”
She reacts to my crude words. I can smell it in the air like I’m a fucking cartoon dog after a roast chicken.
“Do you want me to beg?”
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At his words, I stumble on my feet, almost falling face-first. Derrick is on me before I have a chance to fall, his chest on my back, his arm around my waist, keeping me steady. There’s no hiding the fact he’s hard again. I feel it in the small of my back.
“How can you be this hard again?” I whisper.
“You’re needy and so am I.” He shrugs and lets me go once he’s sure I won’t fall.
His words get stuck in my head, in a loop that doesn’t make sense with what I learned about men. He got his fill. He had me squirming over a rock, looking at his cock like it was the most delicious treat I’ve ever seen. He came all over the woods. He should be happy that I didn’t ask for anything in return.
Instead, he started talking about licking my—
My legs rub together as I walk, providing me with so little relief. There must be something terribly wrong with me because all I wantto do is for him to push me down on the ground right now and fuck me until these silly notions about sex evaporate from my brain.
“Am I perfuming?” I decide to whisper, embarrassed.
Derrick’s jaw is taut. “Yes.”
Shit, I knew it.
