Page 52 of The Story We Wrote

Unable to hold back my smile, I smirked and said, “Whatever could you mean, Cowboy?”

Boone stood in front of me with his hands on his hip, “You dirty girl,” he muttered.

There was a shift in his eyes, and I knew I was in trouble. I took off running down the hallway, giggling like a schoolgirl. Boone’s heavy footsteps followed quickly, closing the distance between us. He caught me around the waist and tossed me over his shoulder to carry me the rest of the way to my bed.

Boone tossed me down, and my back hit the comforter with little grace. “I should punish you for making a move like that, Darling,” he whispered in my ear as he hovered over my body. He used both arms to hold himself up, dipping the bed beneath me. Biting my lip, I reached up and toyed with the waistband of his pajama pants.

“I’d say I’m sorry,” I gloated, “but that would be a lie.”

My body responded to him being this close. I could smell the clean scent on his skin; even his hair was a little damp from his shower. A part of me wished he was still covered in dirt and sweat, though I honestly couldn’t complain.

Boone tsk’d, moving my hands away from his pants. “You don’t get that yet. It’s my turn.”

I laid my hands flat on the comforter with my palms down. Boone dipped his head, slowly placing kisses down my jawline, my neck, and the tops of my breasts exposed from my satin tank top. My nipples were rubbing against the fabric, the sensation almost too much. Boone moved off the bed, kneeling on the floor between my thighs. He grabbed my hips and yanked me closerto the edge, placing kisses on my inner thigh. “I want to hear you scream my name,” he said into my skin, his hot breath driving me mad. “I’m quite possessive.” He made work of dragging his facial hair against my skin, teasing me.

Boone reached for the band of my bottoms and pulled them off in one, swift motion. Watching him, I swallowed hard as the saliva pooled in my mouth. My body anticipated what was coming next, and my core throbbed with need.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed. Boone snapped, wasted no time pressing his mouth to my core. He deliberately licked from my entrance up to my clit with the tip of his tongue, swirling around the bud.

I moaned his name, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. I was going to black out. Boone moved his tongue up and down my center again, and at this point, I was dripping.

My hands went to the back of his head and my fingers gripped his hair. I couldn’t help but push his mouth deeper into me, silently begging him for more. As Boone devoured me, I needed more friction. My clit rubbed against his mustache; shockwaves rippled through my core.

“I’m so close,” I moaned, panting his name. I was going to come with Boone’s face between my thighs.

Suddenly, the heat dissipated, and I was left to fall off my climax. I sat up on my elbows and stared at Boone, who was still on his knees, wearing a cocky grin. He stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“No way. I’m not letting you come that easy,” Boone laughed, flipping me onto my stomach. He was in control tonight, and I was down for it. I inched more onto the bed, leaving space so he could climb on behind me.

My tank top bunched at my shoulders as I raised my hips into position. Boone climbed behind me, using his hands to palm my ass.

“You want me from behind?” Boone growled. “That’s my girl.”

I shook my ass back and forth, begging him to fuck me. My cheek was pressed into the bed, but I caught a glimpse of him on his knees as he palmed his cock in his hand. I wasn’t sure at what point he took his clothes off,thank God, because I needed him now. Boone bent over me, kissing my shoulder as he used his fingers to spread my sex. He plunged two fingers into me and I moaned, gasping from the intensity. I was so wet that his fingers slid in and out of me easily.

Boone removed his fingers and I groaned at the loss of him inside me.

“Open wide,” he said, putting the same two fingers into my mouth. I sucked myself off him, admiring the taste. I’d never tasted myself before. It was erotic.

“I hate to do this, baby, but I don’t have a condom,” Boone admitted defeat. I didn’t either. I haven’t bought a box since I was a teenager. He couldn’t stop now; I was on birth control and clean.

“Have you ever had sex without one?” I asked, pushing my ass back into his hard cock.

“No. Have you?” Boone replied.

“No, I’m also on birth control.” I needed him badly, and there was no way I was letting him walk out, leaving me like this. Boone’s cock was the only way to finish what we started.

“Are you sure?” Boone waited for my response, rubbing my ass with his calloused hands. The sensation sent me over the edge.

“Yes. Fuck me, Boone,” I said, eager as ever. Boone didn’t wait when he lined up his tip to my entrance and pushed in achingly slow.

“Oh, fuck that’s good,” he groaned. The feeling of his bare skin inside me was indescribable. I could feel every moveintensified. He started with slow thrusts, my walls stretching around him. I needed more. I liked it rough. My previous partners never took my requests seriously. Then again, I never really spoke up.

“Harder,” I begged. My walls were coming down.

Boone reached for my hair and bunched it in his fist. He pulled up, my head tilted back and he fucked me harder, his skin slipping against my ass. His deep thrust felt so good that I moaned his name, screaming like no one else in the world existed. Our bodies rocked back and forth on the bed, my frame squeaking with each thrust. I swear I saw stars; he was hitting me so deeply. I’d never felt it like that before.

Boone pulled out as I came. My walls gripped him tight. His release fell in warm spurts on my lower back and seeped down my ass.

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