Page 97 of Live for Me

She rubbed her thighs together, silently wishing the same as she scolded me. “Beau, we’re in the bunkhouse for God’s sake,” she whispered.

For the last twenty minutes or so, I’d been holding her in my bunk. There was no way I couldn’t, not after what just happened. After we came down from our highs and my dick softened inside her, I gently pulled her away from the door and carried her to my bunk. I laid her down, took my boots off, and climbed underneath the covers behind her. We used to sleep like this all the time, her facing the wall and me surrounding her, my arm locked around her waist.

My lips found her ear. “And I just made you see God against the front fucking door. What’s your point?”

She pressed her ass against me. “Stop talking like that,” she breathed.

My hand slid up her soft belly, cupping one of her breast, my cock hardening again, wanting more. Her nipple was solid against my palm, and my mouth watered, craving her. “Do you know how many times I wanted to spread you out on the fucking table and devour you?” I asked her, yanking the front of her dress down, her perky tits spilling out. “Do you know how many times I’ve fisted my cock in this bunk to the thought of you, baby?”

She moaned my name, arching her back, grinding against me as she reached back, putting her hand on the back of my head. My jaw tightened as my control snapped. I couldn’t eat her here—I would have to kill anyone who saw her like that—but I couldn’t wait until when we got back to the cabin. My hand left her breast, snaking down her body, and lifted her dress under the covers. Without another word, her legs fell open, and she leaned back against me, panting.

“Yeah,” I praised. “You know exactly what I want, don’t you?”

My wildflower nodded, shifting her hips, searching for my hand.

The bunkhouse faded, and we both slipped into our roles, ones we discovered long ago. “My little fuck toy needs to feel good, doesn’t she?” I taunted roughly, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear as I slid my middle finger against her clit, my other fingers spreading her lips wide.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she breathed out, her mouth opened to let out a cry. I flicked her bundle of nerves again, pressing my cock against her ass.

I hummed, watching her from above as she squirmed for me. I didn’t give her anymore though. Instead, I moved my hand down slightly and slid a single digit inside her, feeling the aftermath of us in her little hole. Some of our cum spilled out as I pushed my finger in deeper, curling it to find her G-spot. I curled my other arm underneath her pillow, anchoring the top of her body to me as that hand worked her nipple now. I clicked my tongue. “Messy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Jesus, Beau,” she whimpered, still trying to fuck my hand, seeking pleasure.

Outside, I heard horses, but Abbie was too lost in this to notice. I pulled my finger from her and adjusted our covers to make it look like we were sleeping. “How badly do you want to come, beautiful?”

She twisted her neck to look at me, her eyes filled with lust and love, the raw beauty of her making something shift in my chest. “Please,” she begged. “I need to feel good. Please, please.”

My hand snapped up from her nipple to her mouth, covering it. Her eyes widened as a wicked smile found my face, my hand going back down between her legs to play with her clit, my middle finger moving in short, quick circles. Her eyes fluttered closed, but not before I saw them roll back.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

I felt precum leaking against my jeans as I held Abbie against me, silencing her and playing with her messy pussy. The front door to the bunk house opened and I heard the twins coming in, yapping loudly. Abbie eyes widened, and I flashed her a grin before rolling over her slightly, pinning her to the mattress, my finger still working her clit mercilessly.

From where they were in the kitchen, they couldn’t see us because of the load-bearing pole in front of my bunk and thank fuck for that, because I wanted to drive her crazy with my words. My mouth was against her ear again as she struggled underneath me. “Such a good fucking girl,” I praised quickly. “Letting me play with that wet pussy whenever I want.”

She stopped struggling and moaned into my hand. I smirked. “There she is. There’s my perfect little fuck toy,” I whispered as Lance started talking to his brother about their friend, and I heard a cabinet slam behind me.

“Lawson, I don’t understand why you let her come here in the first place,” Lance snapped.

Their conversation escalated from there and, like usual, the twins started bickering and I could give less of a fuck. I returned my attention back to my woman and whispered, “Those cowboys would kill to see you come, to feel this pussy milk them. You know that?”

Another soft, muffled sound left her as I worked my hand faster. “But that would never happen. You know why?” I hissed hotly. “Because the only cowboy who gets to fuck you—to use you—is me. The only cowboy who gets to see, hear, and feel you come is me. Isn’t that right?”

She nodded against me and started squirming again.

She was close.

I licked the shell of her ear. “Are you mine?”

Another rapid nod.

I pressed my finger down harder, keeping the same pace. “You my obedient little fuck toy, baby? Is that what you are? Hm?"

Another nod. Another whimper.

My teeth grazed the shell of her ear then. “Prove it then, Wildflower. Come for me in front of these unknowing cowboys.”

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