Page 119 of Live for Me

“You’re my pretty little slut.” He slammed into me to the hilt, stretching me.

I cried out, my voice echoing throughout our private meadow. His hands snapped down to my waist, holding me down as he pulled out and slammed into me again and again. My body bounced back against his, my breast swaying above the grass as my arms trembled, struggling to keep me upright. Each thrust came harder and faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, pleasure zapping through me like lightening.

“Beau,” I moaned, my voice cracking, my eyes closed.

“Abbie.”

“Fuck, Beau.”

He groaned, his hand coming to the back of my head then. “Down, Wildflower. Lay down in the dirt and let me fuck my little pussy the way she needs to be fucked, yeah?”

I clamped around his length, my walls quivering and my arms giving out. I laid my cheek against the cool grass, and his hand shifted the side of my head, his hips still drilling into me. “Fuck, look at you,” he grunted, our skin slapping now. “So fucking perfect. So fucking wild. So fucking beautiful.”

He shifted then, bringing the other end of the rope underneath me, pressing it against my clit. I gasped as my eyes rolled back. Beau moved the rope against my bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts, the rough feeling of it nearly sending me over the edge.

“Beau!” I cried out again, twisting my neck to look at him. His shirt was pulled up, showing his tanned abs, his dark blond hair dusting over his V-line. The veins of his arms were popping, rubbing the rope against my pussy. He wasn’t looking at my face; his chin was dipped, his hat blocking my view of his eyes.

I wouldn’t be able to come until I saw his blue.

“Look at me,” I rasped, my thighs shaking now.

Beau’s head shot up. His eyes met mine, and I let go.

“There you go, beautiful. Come all over my cock. Make a mess on my rope, baby. That’sfuckingit,” he praised, his hands snapping to my hips now, his movements slowing as I came apart.

I chanted his name, my back bowed, and I tried to get away from him. The pleasure was too much.

“Nuh uh,” he growled, pulling my legs out straight.

“I c-can’t,” I stammered, my hands searching for something to grab.

He mounted me then, his hand pressing down on my lower back as his thighs forced my legs closed. “Lift that ass for me,” he clipped. “I’m not fucking done with you.”

Whimpering, I did as I was told.

I was good girl.

I was a good little slut.

He pulled out slowly and sank back in, forcing the breath from my lungs. My head shot up, a low moan echoing throughout the meadow then. I felt his lips on my shoulder, his lower body still fucking me with slow, forceful thrusts.

“You mine?”

I nodded, my eyes rolling back again.

“You my good little fuck toy? Hm?”

“Y-yes!”

His pace quickened as he wrapped his hand around the front of my throat, his teeth against the shell of my ear now. “You my good, filthy little slut who likes to be fucked in the dirt?” he whispered.

I felt my second climax building then, bringing me to the edge of bliss. I nodded, turning my head to find his mouth. I kissed him with everything I had, my body nearly spent. “Yes,” I answered, breaking the kiss, the brim of his hat blocking my face from the sun.

“Good little sluts come on their cowboy’s cock, baby,” he muttered sweetly. “They make a mess. You gonna do that for me? Hm?”

Holding his eyes, I nodded against his forehead. “Y-yeah.”

“Are you my slut?”

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