Page 70 of The County Fair Queen

"Oh my God," he whispered.

"You taste delicious." Returning to his dick, I ran my tongue around the head, sighing contently when another bead of precum touched the tip. Tracing my tongue around the end of his foreskin, I looked up at him and winked before diving in. The sounds he made as I worked him into my throat were nothing short of animalistic. His hips were rolling instinctually, and his fingers threaded through my hair, guiding me at the pace he preferred.

With each attempt, I swallowed more and more of him until I finally reached the base. With a throatful of cock, I glanced up at him, wanting him to see the appreciation in my eyes for letting us have this. Breathing in through my nose, I stared into his eyes, pleading, though unsure of what I was actually wanting from him.

"Phillip," he whispered, reaching down and stroking my cheek with his thumb. "So beautiful, baby." I wasn't sure if the tear he wiped away was caused by the cock lodged halfway down my esophagus, or from his words. It didn't seem to matter, because he just wiped the wetness from my cheek and nodded. "Keep going, Firecracker."

Using his hands to tug my hair, he gently pried himself out of my throat, but before I could recover, he started gently thrusting forward until his cock tickled my tonsils. I moaned around him, not caring that I couldn't breathe. Not giving a damn that everyone on the second floor could probably hear me choking on his dick. Not wanting to ever let my Rivers go.

So, as I stared into his eyes, through a full mouth, I made a muffled admission I had no right to make. One I knew he wouldn't be able to understand.

I think I love you, Riv.

He paused for a moment, and it felt like I'd just gotten caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Had he heard the words? Was I hoping he had? I wasn't entirely sure. He made no admissions of his own, so I figured I was in the clear, but I still purred like a kitten when he touched my cheek and said, "Good boy."

I serviced him for a little while longer before pulling off his cock and attempting to speak. My throat was raw, and my voice sounded cracked and broken when I spoke. "Scoot down farther."

Without question, he slid down, revealing more of his ass. I didn't have to tell him to pull his knees closer to his chest to give me access, it was like he knew what was coming, and was more than eager to get us there.

I grabbed a cheek with each hand and squeezed, kneading my thumbs into the fleshy humps. I wasn't sure how long I spent groping the two-week object of my desire, but the soundof Rivers' throat clearing snapped me out of my haze. When I looked up at him, he was smiling ear-to-ear.

"Having fun down there?"

I gave his cheeks another squeeze and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Promise you'll still respect me in the morning?"

"Huh?" He seemed genuinely confused by the request, and as I spread his cheeks, revealing a tight, pink pucker that looked ripe and ready for me, he gasped. "What are you about to do? I'm serious, Phillip. I'm not ready for that."

I rolled my eyes. "And I told you, I'm a strict bottom." I reached down and gripped my cock, shaking it for emphasis. "This guy right here isn't a big fan of penetrating anything other than a mouth or a fist."

"Then what are you going to—"

Before he could finish, I lunged forward, running on pure desire and determination. His hole was less than an inch from me, and just like his cock, it was surrounded by a glorious dusting of fur. I said a prayer to a god I didn't particularly believe in that my actions wouldn't send Rivers running for the door. I breathed him in, inhaling the scent of evening sweat and his natural musk. Worrying he might pull away if I stalled for too long, I grazed his entrance with my thumb, eliciting a moan from him.

"Oh, my God," he whispered. I wasn't sure if he even realized he was arching his back, seeking contact, but that's exactly what I gave him. Contact. An unbreakable connection. Judging by his reaction to my touch, I was fairly confident his wife had never done what I was about to. I loved that. Getting to be his first. Wanting to be his only.

I extended my tongue just enough to make contact, and the sensation of wet warmth made Rivers cry out. The sound he made was raw and feral. It was like he'd been given entry to a land he never knew existed. I watched as his hole spasmed,clenching tight and opening back up for me each time my tongue touched down. All it took was one well-timed moan for me to lose myself in the moment. The second my name left his mouth, my mouth was between his cheeks, licking and lapping as the tight ring in front of me.

God, I could have eaten his ass for days. I could have bundled myself up into a little ball of sass and sparkle and just lived in his crack. I would happily reside in the valley between his cheeks. Maybe plant a little tent next to his hole so I could visit it any time I saw fit.

"Wanna live inside you. Never wanna leave," I said between licks. "Wanna fucking claim you." I moved away from his asshole and worked my way up his crack, nibbling upward until I reached his taint. Not wanting it to end, I gave the bare patch of skin my undivided attention, licking and kissing every inch of flesh.

"Jesus, Phillip. That's…fuck."

"Mine," I barked between kisses. I looked up at him, pleased to see that his eyes were almost closed, his pupils blown wide. "Do you hear me, Rivers?" I pressed my thumb against his hole and put pressure against it—just enough to get his attention, but not enough to breach the rim. "This is mine. I swear to God, if I find out you've let someone else have it, I'll set your goddamn house on fire."

He whimpered, his body writhing beneath me as his soft moans filled my childhood bedroom. "Please. Phillip, please."

"What do you need?" I wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly stroked his cock. "Tell me what you need and it's yours. Anything."

"Anything?" he whispered, his voice small—almost broken. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the slit, moaning when another stream of pre-cumpoured into my mouth. He stared at me as I nursed his cock, and the sight of one lonely little teardrop made me pull away.

"What's wrong?"

"Anything, Firecracker?"

I nodded, because whatever he wanted, I would give it to him. I didn't care how depraved the act might be, all he had to do was say the word. Fuck, with a naked Rivers Rivera in my bed, I kind of wanted depravity. The kinkier, the better. "Anything, baby." He sat up and crossed his legs, depriving me the wonderful view I'd had of his hole. "Hey, I wasn't done with—"

"Stay," he said, cupping my cheek. "Please, Phillip." Leaning in, he pressed his forehead against my chest. "Don't leave me. I promise, I'm worth it.Wecan be worth it. You've just got to give us the chance."

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