Page 69 of Rust and Stardust

With a low growl, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slowly slid them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, already glistening at the tip. I licked my lips unconsciously, desire pooling hot in my belly. Before I could help myself, I leaned forward, licking the pre-cum from his cockhead.

“Fuck…” I groaned, the salty sweetness spreading over my tongue. I breathed in his musky, masculine scent. “I thought I’d never get to do this again.” Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his thick cock, eliciting a groan from his lips. “But I’m so glad I am.”

Beau's hand tangled in my hair, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I took him deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his shaft, reveling in the familiar taste and weight of him. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, and I relaxed my throat to take him all the way in.

“Goddamn,” Beau groaned, his Texas drawl thicker than ever and going straight to my cock. “Your mouth feels so good, darlin'.”

I hummed in response, the vibrations making him shudder. I worked him with my mouth and hand, alternating between long, slow licks and quick, deep sucks. Beau's thighs trembled beneath my free hand, and I could tell he was getting close.

Suddenly, he pulled away, his cock slipping from my lips with a wet pop. I looked up at him, confused.

“Wait,” he panted, his chest heaving. “I don't wanna finish like this. Want to be inside you.”

My heart raced at his words. I nodded eagerly, scooting back on the bed to make room for him. Beau climbed onto the bed in front ofme, his muscular body moving with a predatory grace that made my breath catch. He crawled over me, his blue eyes dark with desire as he captured my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over the planes of his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my fingertips.

“Do you have...?” Beau murmured against my lips, his hand trailing down my side.

“Nightstand,” I gasped, arching into his touch. “Top drawer.”

He reached over, fumbling in the drawer for a moment before retrieving a bottle of lube. I watched as he doled out a generous amount into his hand. Tossing the bottle to the side, he smeared the gel over his thick cock. The sight alone was enough to make my cock twitch with anticipation. But the moment his lubed fingers found my hole, I melted into his touch, desperate for anything he would give me.

Beau's fingers worked me open with practiced ease, the familiar stretch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arched into his touch, gasping as he hit that sweet spot inside me. It was wonderful, but it wasn’t what I really wanted.

“Beau,” I moaned, my voice thick with need. “Please, I'm ready. I need you inside me.”

He growled low in his throat, his eyes dark with lust as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax.

“You sure, darlin'?” Beau asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I nodded frantically, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer. “Yes, god yes. Please, Beau. I need you. Make me yours.”

With a groan, he pushed forward, slowly sinking into me. The familiar stretch and burn made me gasp, my fingers digging into his broad shoulders. Beau paused, giving me time to adjust, his forehead resting against mine as we both panted heavily.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

I nodded, tilting my hips to take him deeper. “Yes,” I breathed. “God, you feel amazing. Please, move. I need all of you.”

Beau needed no further encouragement. He pulled back slowly before thrusting forward again, setting a steady rhythm that had me moaning with every stroke. His strong hands gripped my hips, angling them just right so that he hit my prostate with each and every thrust.

“Fuck, darlin',” Beau growled. “You're so tight. Feel so good around me.”

I could only moan in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling me so completely. My hands roamed over his sweat-slicked back, feeling the muscles flex with each powerful thrust. The room filled with the sounds of our gasps and moans, the slap of his balls against my ass.

Beau's pace increased, his hips snapping forward with more urgency. I arched up to meet him, desperate for more friction. My cock was trapped between our bodies, leaking pre-cum onto my stomach with each thrust.

“Beau,” I gasped, feeling the familiar tension building in my core. “I'm close. So close.”

He groaned, burying his face in my neck. “Me too, darlin'. Come for me.”

I didn’t have to touch my cock, I knew that. Instead, I leaned into his thrusts, my hole tightening around his cock. Between that and the friction of my dick rubbing against his stomach, I was over the edge in no time.

With a shouted cry I came, coating us both with my warm, sticky seed. My body tightened around Beau at the same time, and he buried himself to the hilt. With a low growl, I felt him throb inside me, a sudden heat filling my belly.

The next moment, Beau was on top of me, his head resting against my neck and his cock still buried inside me. We both laidthere, breathing heavily as wave after wave of pleasure threatened to consume us both. If, for any reason, I’d doubted we should be together, that doubt was now gone. Nothing had ever felt so perfect in my life as my cowboy buried inside me, the pair of us basking in the afterglow of our love making.

“Damn,” he groaned at last. “That just never gets old.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I grinned back, kissing his ear. I let the moment rest before I asked, “So what do we do now?”

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