Page 113 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

A shriek escaped me as he tore my thong clean off, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the room.

“You—”

He bit my lower lip, silencing my protest with a growl that melted every rational thought from my mind.

“Won’t be needin’ that,” he muttered against my mouth, his breath ragged with hunger. “Been dreaming about tasting you again . . . making you come on my tongue till you’re beggin’ me to stop.”

Frantic fingers pushed my shirt up over my head, and then I was bare—exposed beneath his heated gaze. His eyes darkened as they roamed my body.

“Fucking perfect,” he rasped before gripping my hips and hoisting me into the air.

“Oh—!”

I gasped as he threw my legs over his shoulder, my thighs pressing against the sides of his head, my ass and legs exposed to the cool air of the room. With rough hands, he gripped my thighs, spreading me wider as he pressed a hot kiss against my sensitive skin, inches away from my core.

“You’re drippin’ for me already. Goddamn, I missed this sweet little pussy.”

My back arched as his tongue flicked against my clit, each stroke pulling a moan from deep within my chest.

“Beau— fuck⁠—”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he growled. “Say my name, baby. Let me hear how much you need me.”

I held on as pleasure built within me. My thighs clenched around his head, but he only gripped me tighter, plunging deeper as he devoured me.

“You’re mine,” he murmured between each flick and suck. “This pussy’s mine. Say it, baby. Say it.”

I shattered against his tongue, gasping his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even come up for air. He swallowed me down and pulled back enough to spit against my swollen clit before diving back in. The wet, obscene sound of his mouth had my toes curling.

Before I could catch my breath, he tossed me onto the bed.

“God, I missed this body,” he rasped, pinning me beneath him. “I’ve been losin’ my damn mind without this pussy.”

He pushed up just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, the fabric catching for a second before he tore free with a low, impatient sound. My hands went greedy on his skin the second he was bare, fingertips dragging over his chest, down his stomach, feeling how tight he was with want.

“Look at you,” he muttered, gaze burning as he reached for his belt. The buckle clicked and he shoved his jeans down his hips.

I clung to him as he slid the head of his cock against my slick folds.

“I fucked up, Fable. I should’ve been here, holding you, loving you, making you feel how much you mean to me.” He pulled back and looked down at me. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”

I locked eyes with him as he pushed inside with one hard thrust. The stretch had me gasping, my nails digging into his back.

“Take it all,” he growled. “Yeah, that’s it. You’re built to ride me, built to squeeze this cock like you don’t wanna let go. Just like a bull buckin’ hard out of the chute, I’m the only one who can hold on and tame you.”

He thrust harder, his hips slapping against mine, the sound echoing through the room.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered. “Let me break you in proper.”

I obeyed, gripping the sheets as he pounded into me.

“Feel that? Feel how deep I am? No one else can fuck you like this. No one else can own you like I can.” He spat against my lips, and I gasped as his tongue chased after the slick heat.

“Come on, Cowgirl. Ride this cock like you mean it. Show me how bad you need me.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, tilting my hips to take him deeper. My moans turned desperate as pressure coiled tighter.

Slowly, he let a stream of spit dribble from his mouth onto my cunt, the warmth mixing with my slick heat. He moved his thumb through the wetness, spreading it across my folds with slow, teasing circles. My thighs trembled. The air thickened with the sound of my breathless moans and the wet noises of his touch.