Page 42 of The Cowboy's Cabaret

“But I need your words. I’ve been your friend and respected your boundaries. If you want my mouth on your sweet pussy, baby, you have to tell me.”

I actually feel like I’m about to start levitating, holy fuck. Of course Wes would have a filthy mouth. He’s porn on legs. I must take too long to answer, still reeling over this man’s words because Wes reaches down and tilts my chin up to him. “Words, Dahlia. Do you want me to eat your pussy?”

“Yes. Fuck, please, please. Please, I need you.” And with that, he descends upon me.

If I thought he looked hot before, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of him lowered between my thighs, staring at my soaked center. He mouths my mound, planting sloppy kisses around, gently sucking on my clit, through my panties. I’m about ready to beg him for more when he pulls my panties to the side and blows out a hot breath against me.

“Goddamn. Look at this pretty pussy, Princess. You’ve been holding out on me all this time. You hiding this sweetness between your legs.” Lick. “I used to lay in bed at night and imagine what it would be like when you finally let me taste you.” Lick. “I guess I won’t have to imagine anymore.” He latches onto my clit, pulling it into his mouth with suction rivaling my favorite toy.

“Wes.” I let out a horny whine and he looks up, still lavishing my pussy with kisses. One tattooed hand holds my thigh openand the other reaches up, caressing my soft lower stomach. He looks at me like I’m made of gold.

He stops his tongue fucking and sits up to pull his shirt off. He looks at me with a cocky grin and slowly pulls my underwear down my legs.

“Mmm. Look how wet you are for me, Princess. Fuck, you need to be filled.” He’s palming his impressive erection through his jeans and I start to sit up, eyes locked on the cock I want to suck very badly. “Nuh-uh. I’m not done with you yet. Greedy fucking girl.” He pushes me back down on the bed and starts eating me like the world is ending. He circles my hole with one thick, tattooed finger. He looks at me, slowly rubbing around and I can feel myself clenching around nothing, empty.

I nod. “Please, more. I need more.” His finger enters me at an agonizingly slow pace while he suckles at my clit, fucking in and out of me. A second finger gets added and he starts to thrust faster, curling them inside me. “Fuck. It feels so good. You feel so good. Fuck, I think I’m gonna come. Fuck, fuck, fuu—” I’m cut off when the most intense orgasm of my life rips through my body. I’m writhing in pleasure as my thighs find their home around Wes’ head. He continues his work on my oversensitive bits and I reach down to pull him up to me. “Baby.”

He looks so satisfied. “I like the sound of that.” He leans down for a kiss, the taste of me dancing on his tongue. He pulls back with a chaste peck.

“Motherfucker, I am not done with you yet.” Using all the strength my post-orgasm muscles can manage, I try to manhandle him down.

“What, baby? You want something?” He stands and I’m ready to drag him to the floor, when he barks out, “Get the fuck on your knees and show me how much you want me, Princess.”

My inner whore is screaming with glee. I love this side of Wes. He’s normally so sweet and easygoing. Watching him takecontrol and order me around like this has me so turned on. I drop to my knees in front of him and he lets out a tortured swear. Looking up at him, he makes me feel so beautiful. He brushes his knuckles over my cheek before grabbing a fistful of my hair and tilting my head up to him.

“Pretty girl. Take me out.” I nod feverishly as I reach for his belt. Working his belt and jeans open, his cock is so close to where I want it. He shrugs his pants the rest of the way down his massive tattooed thighs. There’s a wet spot on his boxers where he clearly enjoyed going down on me, and I can’t wait to taste him. I look up at him from my knees and close my mouth around his tip through his boxers.

I can tell he’s fighting against grabbing my head by his fists, white knuckled at his side. I nudge his right hand with my head, trying to signal it’s okay. The look on his face and the way his cock perks tells me he definitely liked it.

He collars my throat, holding my chin with two fingers. “You like my hands on you? I’m trying to hold back and here you are, begging for more.”

His mocking tone has me ready to explode as my own fingers find their way underneath me. That gets a chuckle from him as he palms the back of my head and pushes me against his clothed dick. The sounds coming from me are pure sex and I need him in my mouth immediately.

Pulling his boxers down, his cock springs free—heavy and swollen, the tip red as it leaks pre-cum. I tentatively lick along his crown and his groans of approval motivate my moves. His velvety length feels so good on my tongue and I’m in no rush as I suck him slowly. Wes’ hands find the sides of my face as he moves me up and down his cock.

I gag a little when I try to take him to the back of my throat. “Fuck, so good. Just like that, baby. Take as much as you can.” I breathe through my nose and try again, more successful thistime, tasting more of him. He groans and feathers his fingers through my hair before pulling it up into his fist. “You feel too good, I don’t want to come yet.” His pleas do little to convince me of this since he continues to fuck my throat. I hum around him and he pulls me off his cock with a pop.

“Goddamn it, Dahlia.” He leans down to pick me up under my armpits and in an awkward tangle of limbs, he falls onto the bed with me on top of him. We both hiss at the contact—his hard cock brushing my soaked folds.

“I want to fuck you, Wes.”

His hands find their home on my hips as I pull my shirt over my head. “Mmm. What did I do to get so lucky to have you like this? Look at you.”

His praise has me glowing and I start to rock my hips above him. He palms my breast with blown out pupils. My nipples are so hard right now—pink and tight—as he plays with them.

He leans up to take a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking at me, before he nips it and lies back. I slide my slick pussy up and down his length.

“Baby, I don’t have a condom. As much as I begged the universe for this to happen, I didn’t actually think it would.” He laughs in disbelief.

“That’s okay, I’m on birth control. I haven’t been with anyone in forever and I got tested after the last time,” I say as I start lifting up to take his cock in my hand.

“I haven’t been with anyone in years and I’ve been tested too. Are you sure?” We’re having this conversation as if I’m not actively rubbing him against my pussy, dangerously close to slipping in. “I’ve never gone without a condom before.”

“Me neither. Let’s try it. You can put a little in me at first, Wes. I want to feel you,” I tease, like I’m not about to ride this man bare within an inch of our lives.

“Dahlia, you naughty girl. I’ll give you a little, let me put the tip in. Fuck yeah.”

I line him up and sink down slowly, the head of his cock disappearing inside me. He thrusts the smallest amount, only keeping the tip in. “You like that? Do you wanna take more?”