I’m more grateful than ever that I decided to change into a sundress and heels before dinner, freshening up and doing wonders for my confidence.
“And you’ll have me. Slip your dress off and let it fall to your feet. But don’t move. I want you right there.”
Yesss.“Whatever you want.”
The straps of my sundress slide down my shoulders at a pace that feels torturous, even for me. I hear Stetson’s footsteps draw closer, in no hurry to catch up to me, likely taking in the sight of my naked breasts as my dress hits the floor. I hope he likes silver on his tongue. “Fucking hell, Cove. Those tits. And pierced? I’m a lucky man.”
They feel so swollen. Sensitive.
He’s closer than before, and my eyes stay shut. The anticipation of his touch makes me so fucking wet. I’m drenched, and I can’t wait for him to find out for himself. I also want to touch myself, but he commanded me not to move.
I’ve never been an obedient girl, but I will be for Stetson.
“Face me,” he demands, and I turn, our bodies directly in front of each other. He’s less than a foot away, fully clothed in his usual attire. Ever the simple man.
I’m unsure if it’s his eyes on me or the sudden brush of cool air across my nipples that has my moan sounding strangled. I arch my back on impulse, standing before Stetson in nothing but light pink panties and white pointed heels. He takes a step closer, drawing his fist to his mouth and biting down. “Good girl. Nice to see you have someobedience beneath that powerful exterior. Could have played me for a fool.”
Seeing him bite his fist might just be the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Combine it with a compliment to my womanly power, and I’m a puddle. A man of Stetson’s caliber fighting for control? Gnawing at his own hand to refrain from dominating me?
Nothing is more attractive than that.
“I’m trying real hard to be respectful of you right now, Cove. But seeing you like this. Full tits swollen, in need of my touch. Those goddamn nipples rings. Smooth legs looking deadly in those heels. Just the smell of your pussy is doing a number on my fucking sanity. It only makes me want to disrespect you in the filthiest of ways.”
If my pussy could cry, it’d be screaming right now. I can’t overcome the urge to squeeze my thighs together, eyes rolling to the back of my head in overwhelming need to be consumed by this man. “Do it. Disrespect me, Stet. I want it.”
He’s less than a breath away, and I want him closer.
The moment I feel the faintest touch slip across the fabric of my core, my body jolts, a raspy moan leaving my lips. “Oh my god.”
One thumb meets my right nipple, ghosting the silver ring intentionally, while the fabric of my panties is simultaneously shoved into my center. “How about we stuff this tight cunt for a moment while I play with my girl?”
The lace creates a delicious friction against my clit, and I’m unable to physically stop my hips from rolling. Training my eyes on Stetson’s hypnotizing blues, I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, wanting it to be his so badly. “As long as you promise to give me pain with that pleasure,” I rush, feeling famished and achy.
My breath is stolen in seconds at the pinch of mynipples, his thick fingers twisting them enough to make me scream. “Stetson!”
His mouth runs leisurely up the side of my neck, only to stop at my ear and whisper hoarsely, “I have dark tastes, my love. I need your consent before I make a disrespectful mess of you.”
Surprising him right back, I twist my head to the side and pull his ear between my teeth, then slide my tongue up the side of his neck. “As if my moans aren’t enough. You’ve got it. Now, make me your little slut.”
This is both my therapy and reward. And what a pleasant surprise, we share the same interests. It’s about time I matched with someone just like me.
Shocking for the Texas cowboy, but no less ideal.
Palms almost the width of my stomach slide up my curves and ghost the sides of my breasts, grasping them into his calloused hands. Stetson’s towering frame brings a level of potency and possessiveness I’ve hungered for.
There’s no doubt in my mind I’ll never forget this night.
However, my thoughts are solidified when, without warning, Stetson’s hand grips my neck in a chokehold, his strong body falling into the arch of my stomach. He seethes with passion, my body coming to life at his touch.
“Then get on your fucking knees.”
And just like that, I’ve met my match.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
stetson
“Famous last words.”
