Page 98 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

As I rocked against the thick strain of his cock beneath his jeans, a desperate ache coiled in my core. His mustache was rough against my skin as he fisted my hair, tilting my head back and exposing the vulnerable column of my throat. He trailed his lips down, kissing, nipping, worshipping, until he reached the swell of my cleavage.

“So fucking pretty.”

I ground down harder, the cold metal of his belt buckle pressing against my inner thighs.

“I need you,” I mewled.

His fingers found the clasp of my bra, popped it open, and he peeled the bra down my arms until it hit the floor. I sucked in a breath, heat prickling over my skin as the cool air kissed what he’d just uncovered. I reached down for my underwear. My fingers hooked the sides, awkwardly taking them off as I straddled him.

“Let me worship you,” he rasped. “Let me show you how a woman like you should be loved.”

Then his mouth was on me, sucking, tugging, his tongue flicking in torturous strokes that had me whimpering. I rolled my hips, pressing against that damn buckle, the friction teasing me to the edge.

Nothing was going to stop me from exploding, but I was desperate and needed him.

I managed to push off him, only to undo his pants and yank them off with his boxer briefs as he lifted his hips to help me. His cock slapped against his stomach, hard, thick, already leaking. My mouth watered at the sight, thighs clenching as I dropped to my knees in front of him.

Beau leaned back in the chair, his dark eyes hooded as he watched me. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “Open that pretty little mouth.” He gripped my hair, yanking enough to make me whimper. “That’s it, Cowgirl.”

I dragged my tongue along the thick, pulsing vein running down his length, tasting salt and heat. He hissed, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“Fuck, baby,” Beau groaned, his head tipping back, eyes dark with hunger. “Look at you. Like you were fucking made to have my cock down your throat.” He growled, jaw clenched. “Be a good girl and swallow.”

I wrapped my lips around the swollen tip, swirling my tongue before sinking down, stretching my throat to take him deeper. His hips jerked forward, a filthy groan ripping from his throat.

“Fuck—just like that,” he rasped, gripping the arm of the chair with his other hand, knuckles white. “Take all of me, baby. Shit, you look so fucking good choking on my dick.”

I moaned around him, letting the vibration send him closer to the edge. I wanted him ruined. I wanted him to break.

I took him to the back of my throat, swallowing him down, my nails digging into his thighs. His control shattered.

“Goddamn,” he growled, his hips bucking as his fingers twisted in my hair, holding me still while he fucked my mouth. “Gonna use that tight little throat till I come all over your fucking tongue.”

I hummed, encouraging him, my eyes locked on his as I flattened my tongue against him.

“You want it, don’t you?” he panted, breath ragged, his cock throbbing on my tongue. “Wanna be my filthy little cum dump?”

I nodded, whimpering, desperate for him to lose it.

“Fuck . . . fuck,” Beau groaned, his entire body locking up as his grip in my hair turned brutal. At the last second, he yanked my mouth off his cock, a guttural growl tearing from his throat as he fisted his length.

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurted across my face, streaking my cheeks, my lips, and dripping down onto my tits. The first shot hit my tongue before he aimed lower, covering me in his release.

“Fable,” he groaned, eyes dark and ravenous as he took in the sight of me—lips swollen, chest slick and glistening, his cum dripping down between my tits like a filthy masterpiece. “Look at you, baby.”

I shivered at his words, at the way he stared, like he wanted to ruin me all over again. His cock twitched, still thick and hard, smeared in the last of his release, and he reached down, swiping a thick glob of cum off my tit with his fingers. He smeared it over my lips, his voice nothing but gravel and heat.

“Lick it up, baby. Clean yourself off like a good fucking girl.”

I parted my lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth, moaning as I licked them clean, tasting him, swallowing every filthy drop he fed me.

“That’s it,” he rasped, trailing his free hand down. He squeezed my cum-slick tits rubbed his mess into my skin like he could keep it there. “So fucking pretty when you’re covered in me. Makes me wanna fill you up next. Stretch that tight little pussy till you can’t take anymore.”

My thighs clenched, my pussy already soaked and throbbing, desperate for exactly that.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice wrecked, needy, desperate.

Beau chuckled, dark and dirty, gripping my chin and tilting my face up so I had no choice but to meet his gaze.