Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 99583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
So was I. I pushed into his mouth. “Did you forget, McQueen, that you’ve already had your cherry popped by a cowboy? Do I need to remind you?”
I thrust until I felt the back of his throat again and held a second before withdrawing. He sucked in a breath, then grinned cheekily. “My memory seems a bit hazy…”
“Oh?” I pushed myself back inside his mouth. He swallowed, his throat closing around my cock. “Let me remind you, then.” I tightened my hands on either side of his head and throat fucked him until his cheeks and chin dripped with saliva. I gave him little chance to recover between thrusts—just enough to draw a breath before I filled him up again.
He took it all, groaning and humming and straining. His hands clung to my ass cheeks, fingers digging into muscle as he held himself steady. I’d wanted to take my time—to indulge in him—but he was too perfect. Too willing and needy.
Normally, I had better self-control—I could tease and taunt for hours before coming. But Richard was too much. I felt my control shattering, my orgasm unstoppable as my balls tightened.
“Fuck!” I roared as I drove so deep in his throat that his lips pressed against the base of my cock. I pumped into him, filling him, feeling him gag around me.
Once I released him, I tilted his head back and looked down at him. He was thoroughly debauched, his lips plump and chin slick. Twin tracks of tears trailed down his cheeks from the strain of being gagged. I had a moment of hesitation, worried that perhaps I’d pushed too far.
Then he grinned. “That was hot as shit. God, I almost came just from the taste of you.”
I noticed then that at some point, he’d unbuttoned his pants, and his cock strained, tip dripping with precum.
I trailed a thumb through it. “Should I let you come?”
His expression turned to one of horror. “Wait, you mean that’s an option? Me not coming? I just assumed…” He trailed off, suddenly nervous.
“I guess that depends on how well you follow the rules,” I teased.
“Rules? Fuck! You know how I am with rules. I’m doomed.”
“Oh, I’m sure I can find ways to help you remember,” I said, my fingers dancing lightly along his cock. “Give you motivation to succeed.”
I let go of him, and he groaned. Richard feigned innocence with those blue eyes. “Please can we start following rules tomorrow? I don’t think I’ll make it through the night if I can’t come.”
It amused me that he didn’t realize it would be a punishment for me to deny his pleasure. I loved to watch him come, and I loved even more being the one who made it happen. I wiped my hand across his face and, using his own saliva as lube, grabbed his cock.
It wasn’t a soft hand job; it wasn’t gentle. I was demanding and rough, tugging and pulling, then easing off when he was about to come. His hips bucked against the ground, his back arching. By the end, he was begging, promising me anything in the world if I would just please please please let him come.
Eventually, I did, and he came with such force that I was pretty sure the cowhands all the way out in the bunkhouse heard his cry of pleasure. Afterward, he lay boneless on my bedroom floor, chest heaving as he sucked in oxygen.
“Fuck,” he finally breathed.
I lay on my side next to him, trailing my fingers across his naked skin. “Agreed.”
After a moment, his head lolled to the side so he could meet my eyes. “You know I’ll never stop pushing your buttons, right? Not if that’s how you’re going to respond.”
I laughed, grinning wide. “Please. You couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. And I…” I hesitated, dragging my thumb up his jaw to trace his puffy and well-used lower lip. All the things I wanted to say—the things I might have said if circumstances were different—felt like choking vines clogging my throat. My voice came out rougher than usual as I concluded softly, “Well. I wouldn’t want you to change on my account.”
Richard watched me for a long moment, his eyes soft like sunset, then leaned up and pressed his lips to mine.
Good enough, I told myself. This is good enough.
But I didn’t quite believe it.
18
RICHARD
I woke up the next morning to the heat of Boone against my back. His nose nuzzled my neck, and his warm lips pressed kisses down my spine. I cracked an eye. It was still dark out. “Too early,” I mumbled.
I felt his hand close around my dick. “You sure about that?”
I tried to make some sort of joke about cocks crowing at sunrise, but then his mouth was on mine, and I lost myself to the feel of him. He rolled on top of me, rutting against me. He didn’t bother with lube; instead, he spat on his hand and took us both in his grip.