Page 38 of The Cowboy's Promise

“Ah, I see. Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“Hey, it’s fine, you didn’t know. Let’s drink this hot chocolate in front of the fire. We need to warm up. Then I intend to ravage every part of you.”

“If this wasn’t so delicious I’d ravage every part of you right now,” she quipped with a giggle.

Breaking into a grin, he took her hand, and she walked with him into the living room, but when Butch beat them to the couch, they settled on the floor with their backs against it.

“Really, Blake? Why are you letting him sit up there on the comfy cushions where we should be?” she remarked, shaking her head.

“I have my reasons.”

“Which are?” she asked as he placed his mug on a side table, then took hers.

“Um, excuse me, I was drinking that.”

“Not anymore.”

Before she could respond he leaned down and fervently kissed her.

“You’re right, I’ll drink it later,” she muttered as he pulled back, then urgently lifted her sweater over her head and threwher arms around his neck. “Honestly, you have no idea how you make me feel.”

He responded by sliding his hand behind her and deftly unhooking her bra.

“Uh, Blake, you do that much too well,” she murmured as he tossed it aside.

“Excuse me?”

“You can only get really good at something with practice.”

“Ah, but practice makes perfect, and now you get the benefits.”

“There is that,” she quipped, but as he pushed her onto her back all thought abruptly left her. He began drawing her nipples into his mouth, moving from one breast to the other, hungrily sucking and flicking them with the tip of his tongue.

“Please, Blake, please…”

“What?” he breathed, raising his head and staring down at her.

“I want you so much.”

“Close your eyes and don’t open them. Understood?”

“Ooh, yes, Sir.”

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After removing her clothes, Blake strode into his bedroom and quickly found the two items he wanted. A battery powered vibrator and a blindfold. With his cock surging to life, he quickly returned and slipped the blindfold in place.

“Spread your legs and rest this against your clit,” he ordered, turning on the vibrator and putting it in her hand. “You can press it hard, or lightly, your choice, but under no circumstances are you allowed to climax. If you get close pull it away. Any questions?”

“No, Sir,” she panted, pressing the massaging wand against her sex.

Quickly removing his clothes, he knelt beside her, fondling her breasts with one hand, while stroking himself with the other. He continued, paying close attention to her moans and cries, then leaned down and devoured her lips in a crushing kiss.

“Blake…I’m already so close…” she gasped. “It feels so…so…”

“Stop! Get on your hands and knees and keep the vibrator in reach.”

“Oooh, yes, Sir.”

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