Page 154 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

I stroked his length, dragging my fist up and down, slick and messy with spit, while my other hand slid lower, cupping his sac, rolling him in my palm.

I tugged.

Hard.

His body jerked, his jaw clenching, a deep, rumbling growl tearing from his chest.

“Goddamn, Fable,” he gritted out, his breath ragged. “You keep that up, and I’ll be spillin’ down that pretty throat before I even get a chance to ruin that tight little pussy.”

I moaned around him, dragging my tongue up his length again before pulling back, letting my lips hover over the tip. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”

“I’m gonna claim every part of you—your mouth, your pussy, that sweet little ass—and when I’m done, you’re gonna be so full of me, you’ll never forget who you belong to.”

My pussy clenched, and I licked up his length again, dragging my nails down his thighs. “Then claim me, bull rider.”

His growl sent a shiver down my spine.

“Oh, baby,” he said, his grip tightening. “I already have.”

His hips snapped forward, his good hand fisting my hair tighter, forcing me to take him all the way.

“Fuck, Fable⁠—”

A deep groan tore through him as hot, thick ropes of cum shot straight down my throat, the first few bursts filling me up before I could even react. His whole body tensed as he pumped more, so much that it spilled past my lips, dribbling down my chin.

I moaned around him, swallowing greedily, taking every drop he gave me, my tongue curling around his length as I milked him. His cock pulsed again, another spurt of cum spilling into my tongue, the salty warmth coating my mouth.

“Baby,” he groaned, looking down at me with blown pupils.

He reached down, his thumb catching the cum dripping from the corner of my mouth, dragging it across my bottom lip before shoving it back inside.

“Swallow every fucking drop.”

I sucked his thumb into my mouth, moaning as I swallowed again. His jaw clenched, his cock still thick, still twitching against my lips.

“You love bein’ full of me, don’t you?” He wiped another bead of cum from my chin, watching as he smeared it across my lips.

I nodded, licking my lips, letting the last remnants of his cum coat my tongue, savoring the taste of him.

He tilted my chin up before crushing his mouth to mine, his tongue sweeping in.

Too soon, he pulled back.

“Up,” he ordered.

I rose to my feet, barely steady. Before I could even blink, his big hand tapped my ass—not a full smack.

“You need more, don’t you?” His fingers dipped between my legs enough to feel how soaked I was. I gasped, my body arching into his touch.

“Goddamn, Cowgirl. You’re dripping all over the fuckin’ floor. My cock barely left your mouth, and you’re already beggin’ for more.”

I whimpered and nodded.

“Go to the bed.”

I exhaled sharply, my thighs pressing together as my pulse raced.

“Face down. Ass up. Legs spread.”