Page 33 of Tex's Angel

“Aww shucks, Tex,” I say with my best impersonation of a Texas accent. “You say the sweetest darn things.”

He looks down at me with an indescribable expression on his face. “When y’all use your cute little Texas accent it makes me want to throw y’all over my shoulder and run back to Texas with you.”

“Gosh, I ain’t never been naked in bed with a big strong Texas cowpoke before.”

He gives me an indulgent smile, “It’s not cowpoke. The term you’re looking for is cowboy.”

I put both hands on his chest and rest my chin on my hands. Gazing up at him, I explain. “I thought using the term boy might be insulting. You’re nothing like a boy. You’re all hot biker through and through.”

“I thought you were a sweet, innocent little schoolteacher. How did you learn so much about how to seduce a man?”

“Being married to man who wasn’t great in bed meant I spent a lot of time daydreaming about meeting the right man and flirting my ass off.”

He’s suddenly all ears. “So that asshole you married didn’t know how to please a woman. How goddamn tragic for you, sugar pie.”

“It was tragic,” I respond, stressing the last word. “My poor pussy has been sad and lonely for ever so long.”

A look of confusion crosses his face so fast I almost miss it. Smothering back a smile of my own, I drop the country accent and say to him, “I’m not talking about my actual cat.”

He gets a wicked grin on his face. “You wanna let me introduce myself to your pussy?”

“Only if you say please.”

“You’re one fucking naughty schoolteacher.”

Something about his rough language sends a thrill up my spine. “I’m a naughty schoolteacher with needs that aren’t being met.” Taking a chance, I add, “Maybe I could interest one of the other brothers if you’ve still got a few club girls you haven’t slept with yet.”

“Hell, the fuck no! So, y’all like to tease and play sexy games, do ya?” the growly tone of his voice goes right to my clit making it tingle like crazy.

“Why not? We’re consenting adults. We’re all alone in a cabin in the woods. We could have wild sex all night long and no one would even know.” I pull my sports bra over my head and toss it aside, freeing my breasts. “You in the mood to say please?”

His eyes light up. “No. I’ve got a better idea. I’ll let y’all play with my glorious cock if y’all put that pretty pussy of yours on my face first.”

I don’t have to pretend to blush, because I’m doing it for real. I smooth all my long red curls over one shoulder and purr in my best Texas accent, “Well now, Mr. Jones. I might just be interested in that deal.”

Chapter 14

Tex

This woman is straight up killing me. She plays sexy games, and I love them far more than I should. So much so that at some point I lose track of who’s seducing who. I climb out of bed and pull down my underwear, giving her a long look at my now rock-hard cock.

And this pretty redhead looks her share. It’s real cute how she’s made of eyes when it comes to looking at my naked body. This moment is worth every workout I’ve ever done in my entire life.

Especially when she stands up and sheds her panties. Watching the tiny silken triangle of fabric slide down her legs flips all the right switches for me.

Finally catching a glimpse of those curves is enough to make my mouth water. I want to kiss every inch of her, suck her nipples until she’s screaming for mercy, and lick her pretty pussy until she comes hard. I’m going to make her come so hard and often that it drives any thoughts of other men from her mind when we’re together.

It’s been months since I was with a woman, I wasn’t lying, and it sharpens my craving for the one I’ve been crushing on all this time. My possessiveness doubles and then triples all before I position myself on the bed and gesture for her to get comfortable. “Knees on my shoulders. I want to see that pretty pussy.”

She swings her legs on either side of me and scoots up. As her pussy briefly brushes my cock I moan. My hands come out and cup her sweet ass and pull her closer so her pretty little slit is just above my face.

Since I’m holding her with both hands on her sweet ass cheeks, I can’t pull her slit open. However, her legs are spread open enough for me to get in my first lick. Clara tastes as good as she smells. I learned long ago that there is no taste on God’s green earth better than the taste of a woman. All of them are different, unique, and I’ve personally never met one I didn’t like. That said, Clara’s pussy is luxurious by comparison to anything I’ve ever known. God help me for thinking it, but she’s what I’ve been missing in life these last few years. Even visually, her pussy is prettier and softer. Some women are pink, others are a dusty color, almost brown. Clara is almost cherry red, like her pouty lips.

I take a deep breath and slide my tongue along her slit, colliding with her clit. I get lost in the taste and texture of her pussy. Needing more, I roll her onto her back on the bed. Then I quickly get between her legs and use my hands to part her lips. I’m not rough but I want to get a good look at her womanly gifts.

I know every man thinks women are beautiful but my God, Clara looks like a fifties pin up girl in a lot of ways, lovely, good, and wholesome. I guess that I’m staring for too long because she asks, “Did you change your mind?”

“Fuck no. Only a complete idiot would think y’all are anything but perfect.”

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