Page 80 of One Last Rodeo

"How many dicks have you seen?" I groan out.

My free hand moves gently around her throat, not in a choke, but just to feel the way she opens for me. The way her throat swallows and struggles while it takes me. I swear I can feel myself in her throat which only makes me harder.

I pulse there a little when she sinks down again, rock my hips forward a beat, breathing hard, struggling to keep composure.

"Many," she says when she comes up for a moment of breath before taking me down to her throat and swallowing.

“You’re so fucking good to me,” I say.

She moves down, gagging this time, the slightest bit of moisture rising to the corners of her eyes from choking. I swipe it away and bring it to my mouth, tasting what her tears taste like when she’s turned on and not sad.

“You get so wet when you suck my cock, don't you?”

She nods, swirls her tongue on my crown again and sucks. I see stars.

“Just like that. Fucking swallow me, Kitty. Own me.”

Her fist pumps harder, wrapping around my base, taking what she can’t take while her mouth feels like velvet wrapped around my tip.

She pulls off on a gasp, licks a long line from root to my crown before cupping my balls gently and tugging. It’s just enough to make me hiss a curse and squeeze her throat.

“Coming soon. You okay with that?” I ask.

She nods and sucks me down again, all the way to the back of her throat, this time with a muffled, choked gag.

“I’m coming in your mouth, Kitty.”

She moves faster, bobbing, sucking, licking. The tears are coming more freely now, dropping down her cheeks to her chin and mixing with her spit and my come.

She moans around me, my fist tightens on her throat, and I go stiff, gripping the back of her head and holding her there so that I can finish by fucking her mouth to completion.

“Don’t swallow it,” I choke out, watching some of my seed drip down onto her lips and tongue in white rivulets. It's mesmerizing. Shiny, pearls of white on such a beautiful face and mouth that I love.

I love.

I swallow hard and pull out, the noise her lips make when they lose suction has me thinking I could probably come again if I wasn't on such a time crunch.

She slams her lips shut and looks up at me, nothing but trust and desire in her eyes. I take her chin gently, prying her jaw open, wondering the whole time how people so different ended up falling for each other. Because that's what's happening here, right? She's falling for me just as badly as I've fallen for her.

Fuck. I hope she is.

“Let me see it.”

She sticks out her tongue and I inspect it. My seed, warm and salty, her swollen lips, her tear-stained cheeks. And that’s when I realize she’s wearing make up for the first time since I've met her.

She’s pretty no matter what, but I think she’s prettier without it. Why is she wearing it tonight of all nights? Is it for her parents? Is it for me?

Fuck, is it for some other asshole?

I can't let that thought take root. I press my hand to her chin gently, getting her to close her lips around my seed.

“Swallow for me, Kitty.”

She does. I watch her throat bob; I feel it going down on the pads of my fingertips pressed there, and when she’s done, I ask to see her tongue again.

“Show me your tongue when I look for you before my ride.”

She nods, and I help her to her feet. Carefully. Like she’s something breakable now. I wipe her face with the edge of my flannel, gentle where the tears had streaked her cheeks. My thumb brushes under her eyes. I smooth her curls back into place, tucking a strand behind her ear until her gaze clears and that shy, little smile finds its way back to her mouth.