Page 49 of Wild, Wild Cowboy

His beautiful, beautiful dick.

The jury was still out on whether it was magic, but as far as his tongue was concerned, I had my answer.

My god, the things that man had done to me with his tongue.

I shivered, remembering, and my stomach turned warm and melty. Before Zack, I had never gotten off with anything but my own fingers or a toy, and even then a man had never been in the same room with me.

But he had done it…with his tongue, of all things. I hadn’t thought that was possible. Oral had always been a thing for me. I enjoyed the feel of it, but not the pressure. All that attentionfocused solely on my pussy with the expectation of a reward that Iwantedto provide but couldn’t quite seem to manage.

And wow, did men ever take that personally.

Like I wasungrateful.

So, I had been a little nervous when Zack settled between my thighs like he intended to be there for awhile. But he didn’t seem at all concerned about how long it would take, or if I’d even get there at all. Like he was perfectly content to spend hours kissing me there and talking his Zack nonsense. It hadn’t felt like pressure. Only pleasure.

Cute aggression. For mypussy. What onearth.

I shook my head, smiling, and then continued to peruse Zack’s naked body in a way that would have been rude if he’d been awake—although I doubted very much that he would have minded. If there was one thing Zack Hale wasnot, it was shy about nudity, particularly his own. I loved that about him. It wasn’t even a sexual thing for him. He was simply comfortable in his own skin.

Of course, his body was magnificent, scars and all, so that probably helped. My eyes lingered over the angry, fresh scar that swooped under his rib, the one from his spleen removal. That had altered the course of his life, something he still seemed to be struggling to come to grips with. I had noticed his aversion to unhealthy foods and tried to accommodate that as much as I could on this road trip, but with limited fast-food options, it wasn’t easy.

But that seemed to be his personal hangup, although a common one among people who were recently spleen-less. From everything I’d read on the internet—I’d done an extensive search after he’d first told me at the rodeo—living without a spleen didn’t mean the end of everything. It was a good idea to avoid dangerous activities like bronc riding, but it didn’t have to change every factor of your life.

I made a mental note to talk to Chloe later to see if there were any mental health resources that could help him—without betraying his confidence, of course.

That could wait until we got back to Aspen Springs. Right now, I had a very beautiful, very hard dick to take care of.

I mean, my god, it was just solovely. Thick and long, with a fat, dark pink head. I wanted to lick that vein pulsing along the underside of his length. So I did. I crouched between his legs and licked his lovely, lovely dick root to crown. I liked that so much that I did it again.

He whimpered, stirring, one hand going to my head as he murmured something unintelligible. It occurred to me that this could go badly. He might say another woman’s name. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a couple dozen to choose from. He might?—

“Hannah, baby. What are you doing?” his sleep-rough voice cut through my doubts.

“I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.” A bead of pre-cum formed at the tip and I lapped it up.

Zack groaned. “God, your mouth feels so good. Do we have time?”

“We have time.” This wasn’t going to take long. Not to brag, but blowjobs happened to be a particular skill of mine. It turned out that being really good with my mouth was great for distracting men from the real issue. They were so busy with their own orgasms that they forgot all about mine.

But that’s not what I was doing now. And it wasn’t payment for last night, either. I just liked him, a lot. I wanted to make Zack feel good. Really, really good.

I slipped my lips over the silky-smooth crown of his cock and flicked my tongue over the frenulum. God, he was thick. I took the first pass slowly, enjoying every ridge and vein of cock, making it only halfway before I had to pause. I slid up again,dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock as I went, making him groan.

“Fuck, duchess, you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he muttered. He propped his arms behind his head to better enjoy the view.

With my eyes locked on his, I sucked gently on his crown. His hips bucked, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. I took him in, and this time I got further down his shaft before he hit the back of my throat and I gagged like an amateur. But he liked that, too, and moaned in response.

My hand made up the difference I couldn’t stuff into my mouth, and I set a steady rhythm that made his dick thicken even more.

“Yes, Hannah, just like that, oh, fuck—” he hissed between his teeth. “I’m gonna come, don’t?—”

He tried to push me off, but I ignored his warning and kept going. With a shout he thrust up and shot hot bursts of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every last drop then slowly slid him from my mouth and dropped a kiss on his crown.

I followed that with a kiss on his cheek. “Get dressed, Zack. We have a horse to save.”

True to his word,Zack took the first shift driving—over my protests—but I didn’t use the time to sleep. Even when I was tired, I didn’t like wasting a long drive on sleeping. I loved road trips because it gave me a glimpse, however brief, of a place I would never truly visit.

“You’re not sleeping,” Zack accused.

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