Page 20 of Daddy's Grumpy Cowboy

I’ll exceed every expectation and then some, cowboy, I promise.

Unfortunately for us, time seems to slip by too fast and we’re back in the rental truck, heading for the ranch. Fortunately for us, the date doesn’t really end.

We talk almost the whole way back, discovering each other with every word. When the conversation begins to naturally fade, I decide to pick the mood up and turn some music on. When the first song to shuffle in is too funny to skip, I turn the volume loud enough for Caleb to hear.

It’s Dixon Dallas’ song Like Whiskey and pretty quickly into the singing, Caleb chokes on his own spit. Looking at me with wide eyes from the passenger seat, he balks. “What the fuck is this?”

I just turn it up, chuckling to myself. “Like that, do you?”

“They put this on the radio?”

I burst into a fit of laughter as Caleb absorbs the country-pop sound and the provocative lyrics.

“No, but it’s in my playlist,” I boast shamelessly. “Something about gay country music gets me hot, I wonder why that could be.”

Caleb scowls, huffing at the comparison. “I am nothing like this song.”

“Not really,” I concede. “It’s fun though. Feels like summertime.”

“It feels like summertime because it is summer,” he argues playfully, leaning over to smack a kiss on my cheek. But he doesn’t pull back, instead, his lips find my ear. “You know what else would feel summery? My lips wrapped around your dick while you drive us back.”

Loooord.

Chills skate up my arms. “Is that right?”

“What do you say, Daddy? Can you handle it?”

“You’re trouble, baby,” I mutter, catching his chin between my fingers. “Tell you what, you can give me head on the way home if you agree to come with me when I leave.”

His eyes twinkle. “You really want that?”

“I want that and more,” I assure him. “I’m currently figuring out how to get you to agree to come with me on my next work trip. I only have three meetings over a full two-week stay.”

“Goddamn, Elias,” he practically moans the curse. “I was already going to give you a blowjob, you don’t need to sell me on it.”

No, I just need to sell him on me. Preferably forever.

Caleb makes short work of my belt, pulling it off of me and clawing at my pants to free my already stiffening cock. He doesn’t offer a warning before swallowing me whole.

“Shit,” I hiss, gripping the wheel harder. “Take it easy on me, baby, I still have to drive.”

“You can handle it, Daddy,” he mumbles the words against my flesh, vibrating his lips on my dick. “I believe in you.”

Little shit, I chuckle to myself.

There isn’t any humor in the way that he sucks my soul through my dick, though. It’s insanely sexy and feels too good to be true.

Caleb slurps and sucks my cock with deep and fast movements. He chokes and gags but persists, making the most filthy sounds for me. He’s deep-throating all nine inches of me like it’s his goddamn job.

“Fuuuuck, baby,” I sigh. “If you don’t want cum in your mouth, you have to pull back?—”

Somehow he goes deeper, his wet wide-spread lips brushing against my sack. That’s what sends me over the edge, tumbling down into bliss.

Just as we’re rolling to a stop in his family’s parking lot, I take my foot off of the break and put the truck into park. Dropping my head against the back of my seat, I blow out a breath and shoot my load into his throat.

Forcing my eyes to stay open as the orgasm tumbles through me, lighting me up from the inside out, my whole body tightens up.

Blinking through watery eyes, Caleb drinks me down, swallowing around my girth. He breathes through his nose until he can pull up and take in large mouthfuls of air.

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