“Put the hat back on, please?” Her voice came out soft and sweet.
A grin tugged at my lips. Damn, this girl.
“Whatever you ask for.” I grabbed the black Stetson and set it low over my brow.
I climbed back onto the bed and settled between her spread thighs. The wide brim of my hat cast a deep shadow over her, making everything feel darker, hotter, more intimate.
I ran my hands slowly up her legs, pushing the denim dress higher until her pretty pussy was bare for me.
“Is this how they do it in your books, Starlin’?” I asked, voice low. “They tie their girl up and fuck her deep?”
She moaned and pulled hard against the silk, hips rolling up toward me.
“Something like that,” she breathed.
I couldn’t stop smiling as she strained and trembled under me, wrists bound tight.
I leaned down to kiss her, but the brim of my hat caught her forehead before my mouth could reach hers. I huffed a quiet laugh and tilted my head under the brim, finally crushing my mouth to hers. My cock rested thick and heavy against her soft inner thigh.
She pulled against the silk and whispered breathlessly against my mouth, “Stop teasing me, I need you inside me already.”
I groaned, fighting the urge to do as she said. Instead, I nipped her bottom lip and rocked my hips, letting my cock slide slow and heavy along her soaked pussy.
I kissed down her neck, twisting my head sharply under the brim to reach her. It wasn’t smooth, but I wasn’t taking the damn hat off, not when she’d asked for it. I sucked hard on that spot she loved, drawing out moan after moan.
I moved lower. The brim dragged across her skin as I angled my head to take her nipple into my mouth. She arched hardanyway, like she loved that I was fighting my own hat just to taste her.
My hand slid between her drenched thighs.
“Damn,” I growled. “You love being tied up like this, don’t you? Knowing I can do whatever I want to you.”
“Yes,” she gasped, breath hitching. “I love it.”
I pushed a thick finger inside her, curling it deep while my thumb stroked her clit. She moaned loud, hips chasing my hand.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re fucking dripping for me.”
I added a second finger, pumping slow and deep.
“Brock—fuck, that’s so good, but I want you.”
“I’m gonna stretch you open with my cock soon… but first, I want you soaking my hand.”
When her thighs started trembling, I pulled my fingers out. She whimpered, tugging helplessly at the silk, chasing the empty ache.
I moved between her spread legs, lining up my cock. I dragged the thick head right where my fingers had been, teasing her entrance.
“Please,” she whimpered.
I kissed her hard, swallowing her plea. When I pulled back, I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing ragged.
“You’ve been so patient for me, so now, I’m gonna give you what you want—all of me. I’m yours, Starlin’.”
I lined myself up, rubbing the head of my cock along her wet pussy.
Her glassy eyes met mine. “I’m yours too, Brock.”
Even though I already knew, it still felt damn good hearing her say it out loud. I rubbed my cock along her one more time, then pushed inside her in one smooth stroke, burying myself to the hilt.
