Page 118 of Live for Me

My tongue shot out, licking my lips as he freed himself, a pearl colored bead of moisture already at the tip of his head. Beau had a beautiful cock. Without thinking, I brought my hands up, tracing my fingers down his shaft, the veins. A low grunt came from his chest then, his hips flexing.

“I love your cock,” I whispered, looking up at him.

His jaw was tight, his nostrils flared. “Show me how much you love it.”

I wrapped a hand around him, keeping eye contact as I opened my mouth wide and wrapped it around his head. Some of the tension in his jaw faded as I sucked, my tongue pressing into his slit, his salty taste causing me to whimper. I pulled back, releasing him with a pop, and licked my lips.

“You teasin’ me?” he quipped.

I nodded, pressing a kiss to his tip, stroking him with my hand now. “Of course, I am.”

“Why’s that?” he questioned, his voice gravelly, filled with lust.

I lifted his heavy length, dragging my tongue up the underside of it. I didn’t give him answer, continuing to lick and gently suckhis head. When his body began to vibrate and he hissed my name, I looked back up at him, batting my eyes.

“You told me you were going to make me choke on it,” I reminded him in a teasing tone.

He yanked the rope tight, a growl leaving his lips as he slapped my hands away.

“Open that filthy fuckin’ mouth, Wildflower,” he commanded. My core was soaked now, and I complied, opening wide for him like a good girl. He fisted the back of my hair with his free hand and snapped his hips, shoving his cock all the way in until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged and a sexy chuckle filled my ears. “Yeah, that’s right, beautiful. Choke on my cock.”

After a few moments, he pulled out, leaving me gasping for air, spit dripping off my chin.

“Hands behind your back,” he clipped.

I looked up at him and did as he commanded.

“Open.”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, opening wide.

He filled my mouth again, not stopping until my nose was against his lower abdomen. “Fuck!” he barked, groaning. “Hold it there, Abbie. That’s it.”

I moaned and gagged around him again, breathing in and out through my nose. He yanked the rope tighter around my neck, and spots filled my vision. “That’s my good slut. So fucking pretty with my cock down your throat,” he praised.

A second later, he pulled out. I gasped for air, my body begging to be used—to be fucked. “Beau, please,” I rasped as he walked around me, the rope shifting on my neck. His lips found my ear. “All fours, baby,” he growled.

Thank God.

I widened my knees and went down on my hands, my fingers sinking into the soft grass, the heat of the sun on my back.

“Arch your back. Let me see my hungry fucking cunt,” my cowboy ordered from behind me.

Whimpering, I arched, and he tugged on the rope, forcing my head back.

“What are you?” he asked, and I felt him get down on his knees behind me, his cock brushing against one of my cheeks as he reached around me, his hand going right where I needed it most.

I let out a moan when his finger lightly touched my clit. “Your little fuck toy.”

“What else?” he whispered in my ear.

“Your woman,” I cried out as his finger began rubbing in short quick circles.

“You forgot something, baby,” he said sweetly, the tip of his cock hovering at my entrance.

I twisted my neck to meet his eyes. “What did I forget, Beau?” I breathed against his hips.

He pulled back on the rope. I whimpered, digging my fingers into the dirt, bracing myself.

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