Page 56 of Don't Trust the Cowboy

“Oh, fuck me, Billy!” I shout, feeling my second orgasm come so fast with his speed, and I can tell by his face that he’s going to come, too, as he pulls my face to his, and kisses me so deeply, so erotically, coming inside me again, fucking me with so much vigor, driving me to grasp the sheets until my knuckles are white, and my back is arched almost completely off the bed. His cock drives in and out of me, as he comes, wetting me again, sending me to the edge with him. I don’t realize how much of a grasp I have on the sheets, until my fingers start to cramp.

He slows, still kissing me erotically, but slower, as we both come down. He’s breathless when he says. “You wake me up like that again, baby. You get whatever you want.”

I chuckle, breathless. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He rests his hands above my head, cupping my face. “Good mornin’, darlin’.”

“Good morning.”

“It is a good mornin’, thanks to you and those beautiful lips of yours, wrapped around me like that. You are the sexiest goddess that ever lived.”

“It’s your beautiful cock that made me do it.”

The ‘v’ that forms at his brows is as sexy as hell, and his matter-of-fact, comical tone is even sexier. “My dick spoke to you?”

I nod dramatically. “Oh, yes....it did.”

“Well, I’m glad you answered back.” He wiggles his brows. If I didn’t just have him, I’d want him again, he’s so fucking sexy.

“God, you have no idea what you do to me, Billy.”

He points at himself, still playful. “Me? Hell, because of you, I just shot my wad in you again, darlin’. I know how much you like that. We are playing with fire here, baby. You best be deciding which way y’all want to go, because the way we’re headed, with you waking me up like this, I’m gonna end up knockin’ you up right quick.”

“I do like it.” I admit salaciously. It’s difficult to have a serious conversation when he’s still inside me. His washboard stomach leaning on mine, his sexy, just fucked facial expression staring at me.

“I know you do, darlin’.” He chuckles, sexy as hell, and that’s when his alarm beeps. “Shit. I gotta get up, baby.” He says, carefully pulling out of me, and turning his alarm clock off.

“That’s okay. I’ve got to get up, too.”

He comes back to my face and kisses me, full on the mouth. “Who needs an alarm clock when I’ve got you.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

He rubs his nose on mine and chuckles. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.”

“I’m gonna get dressed right quick and get outside, and try my damndest not to act like I just had a blow job at the getgo this morning.”

I laugh out loud. If it was anyone else saying that, I’d be offended, but the way he says it, it’s equal parts sexy, playful, and gracious. “You? Hell, I went from virgin to learning what a sixty-nine is in under twelve hours.”

He rises, still hard, looking so goddamn good I don’t know how I’m going to not take him again. He laughs. “I suppose you’re right there, darlin’.” I watch him pull his jeans on, and struggle to do them up with his dick still hard.

“You having trouble?” I ask, teasing.

He chuckles his answer and gives up, since he’s too hard to do it all the way up. “It’ll have to wait for now.”

I rise, naked, and he looks me up and down. “You’re not helping.”

“You’re the one standing there with no underwear, and a hard-on.”

He lifts a hand. “Tell you what. Since we have a problem, and we’re going to have a load of people here soon, why don’t we save it for later, hm? I’ll go jump in a cold shower, and you go make yourself some breakfast.”

“Sounds good.” I smile, walking away from him, as his eyes stay on me. I make no effort to put clothes on, and he can’t take his eyes off me.

“You are not playing fair, missy.”

“You are the one not going into the shower.”

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