Page 19 of Rugged

“What do you need, cowboy?” I purred, rewarding him with a slow lick around the head.

“That,” he grunted. “Except–”

“Except?” I twirled the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock.

He scrubbed a hand over his eyes, like watching me was too much.

“Except I’m havin’ a hard time holding back, baby. I want to flip you on your back and fuck you until the bed breaks.”

A shocked laugh tumbled out of me. Um…wow. That was graphic. Andhot.

So hot. No guy hadeverwanted to break a bed with me.

“But then you’d miss out on this.” I took his cock into my mouth and lowered my head, taking him as deep as I could–all the way to the back of my throat.

I didn’t know how to deep throat. Lyssa had explained it to me, but I honestly hadn’t had enough practice to teach myself not to gag, so I switched to taking him into the pocket of my cheek.

He loved it. His hands wrestled over his head as his thighs tightened and shook. His balls drew up tight.

I went slowly at first, bobbing my head up and down over his cock, adding a tight fist to the base so he’d feel like I was taking the entire length into my mouth–another tip from Lyssa, of course. Then I sped up, tightening my grip and sucking hard on the outstrokes, literally milking his cock for his seed.

“Lyssa…fuck,Lyssa.”

For a moment, I stilled. Hearing my sister’s name on his lips created a tumult of mixed reaction in me. One part was egged on, taking on the false persona even more. It allowed me to let go and be wild.

But I also hated hearing him call me by her name. I wanted to hearmyname on his lips. My name spoken with that ragged need. That desperate, straining keen.

When I cupped his balls with my free hand and started massaging, Johnny really lost it.

“Oh shit.”

The sound of ripping fabric made me pop off his cock, and I found feathers flying everywhere, filling the room.

He had literally ripped the pillow behind his head in two!

“Oh my God!” I laughed in surprise as a feather or two brushed my face.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He propped himself up on his elbows. “I told you I couldn’t take it. You’re way too hot, baby. I’ve never felt it like this before.”

Something shy and scared and vulnerable in me went still.

Not the part pretending to be Lyssa, but the real me. Emma. I loved that he said that, but he thought I was Lyssa. That this connection between us was between him, who was so real, and a fake version of me. A lie. Except my feelings were all mine. I couldn’t fake those.

“Me neither,” I whispered.

“Please let me fuck you now, baby. Or I’m gonna tear this whole bed apart waiting.”

I laughed again and grabbed the condom. When I fumbled putting it on him, he helped, then rolled our bodies over, so I was on my back, and he was above me.

He settled some of his weight on me, and I felt protected. Dominated.

“You okay if I drive, baby? I’m gonna die if I don’t get inside you right now.”

Everything he said pushed me to the brink, too.

Still, he waited for my permission.

I nodded.

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