Page 24 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

“Look at you. Spread out for me. Bet you’ve been waiting for someone to take care of you properly.”

Little did he know, I’d been waiting so long for this. He pulled off my underwear, and I not so gracefully kicked them aside. Moving to my knee, he kissed a trail up my thigh, and my knees spread farther to make room for him. His stubble scraped against my skin, a delicious contrast to the heat of his tongue as he licked a slow line toward my center.

“I’m gonna ruin you, baby. Make you forget every other man who’s ever touched you. Make you think of me with every man in the future.”

Then his mouth was on my sensitive nub. He flicked his tongue over my clit, teasing at first, then pressing harder as I moaned, my back arching off the bed. Gripping my thighs, he held me in place as he worked me over, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, precise flicks.

“Beau. Holy fucking⁠—”

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper, his tongue sliding inside me, curling and stroking in a way that made my head spin. “This is mine now. Every inch of you. Say it.”

I could barely think, let alone speak, but when he nipped at my inner thigh, I cried out, “Yours. It’s yours.”

“Damn right it is,” he growled, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it until my body trembled. He slid one hand down and curled his fingers inside as his mouth worked me. “Do you like the way I flick my tongue around your clit, baby? You want more of that?”

I lifted my hips into him, my body begging for more.

“That’s right, Cowgirl. Fuck my face. Ride my mustache.”

And I did. My body arched, muscles locking as pleasure ripped through me, his name spilling from my lips in gasping cries. His tongue relentlessly stroked me until I was shaking.

“Open,” he commanded.

My legs were still trembling as I propped myself up on my elbows, trying to steady my breath. “Open?” I asked, confused, and he nodded.

Unsure but willing, I parted my lips, hesitating as I waited to see what he meant.

“Wider.” His voice was muffled like something was in his mouth.

I tilted my head back slightly, following his instructions, my chin pointing toward the ceiling as I opened my mouth more.

He spit into my mouth and gripped my chin, holding me still so I couldn’t look away. “Swallow,” he demanded.

I obeyed, my throat working automatically.

He brushed his thumb over my lips. “That’s you, baby. Sweetest fucking thing I’ll ever taste. You’ve ruined me. Nothing else will ever come close. Taste it.”

Holy fuck. My mind spun as the realization hit—he spit into my mouth, and instead of feeling unclean, my body was on fire, throbbing for more, wanting the heat to consume me.

He didn’t give me time to recover. His hands were already at his pants, ripping his belt free with a sharp snap. The sound made my pulse race as he shoved his jeans down and kicked them aside. Standing before me in nothing but black boxer briefs, his body was a masterpiece—thick chest, powerful shoulders, every muscle defined and commanding attention.

“Take it off,” I murmured, trying to muster up as much courage as I could.

“Use your words, Cowgirl. What do you want me to take off?”

“Y-Your shirt,” I said, and his hands went straight to the hem, lifting it off his body.

“I like when you use your words. You’ve got such a pretty voice, almost like honey.” He stepped closer, his gaze burning into me as I fell onto my back. “What do you say you let me see those pillows, baby?”

I laughed, a shaky sound, and slowly lifted my shirt over my head. Beneath it, I wore a delicate black lace bralette. I didn’t have the biggest tits around, and I’d never, ever, been naked like this in front of anyone other than Mike.

The groan that tore from his throat was low and primal, a sound so raw it made my core tighten. He stalked forward and climbed back on the bed. His cock strained against his briefs, thick and hard, grinding against me as he closed the distance. His heat was overwhelming all my senses.

His hands moved to the lace, rough and sure as he tugged it aside, baring my perky, hardened nipples to his gaze. He brushed his thumb over one, and my breath hitched, the sensation sparking through me like fire.

“Fuck. You’re fucking perfect.” He pressed his hips harder against me, that thin layer of fabric the only thing separating us. “I’m gonna ruin you, Cowgirl.”

Latching onto my nipple, he swirled his tongue around it before tugging with his teeth. My body arched into him as his hips rocked against me, grinding perfectly against my aching center. Wetness soaked through the fabric between us, and his hard cock pressed into me with every thrust, making me tremble. He gripped my lower back, holding me firmly in place as I moved with him, desperate for more.