Page 60 of Samuel

His mouth lowered, lapping up her arousal before he focused all her attention on the spot he knew would throw her over the edge.

“Look at you, Bluebell. So needy. I love seeing you laid out like this, just a wiggling mess waiting for me to take care of you.”

He continued to focus his attention on the swollen bud until her legs started to shake around his head. He could tell she was so close.

“Wait, Bluebell. Don’t come yet.”

“I can’t… It’s too much.”

Sam slipped a finger inside her, his other hand pressing down gently on her hip to hold her in place as her back arched.

“You can, Evie. Christ, you’re so beautiful like this. Flushed, chasing that orgasm you so desperately need. I’m never going to be able to let you go after this. Now that I’ve had a taste of you. You’re mine. So fucking mine it’s making my heart hurt.”

“Sam.”

His fingers curled, pressing over the soft spot he knew would send her into oblivion.

“Let go. Give me this orgasm. There’ll be more, Evie. I promise.”

Her legs clamped down on his head, spurring him on. His tongue lavished her clit at the same pace his fingers plunged in and out of her. He worked his mouth and fingers in tandem as she rode out her orgasm.

Sam lifted his fingers to his lips, licking off the remnants of her release.

“So fucking delicious. I don’t think another meal will ever compare with the taste of you, Bluebell.”

Her chest rose and fell as a blissful smile crossed her face.

“That tongue of yours is wicked, Cowboy.” Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth.

“Why do I sense a ‘but’ in there?”

“I heard there was an interesting rule about wearing a cowboy’s hat.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam reached over to where his hat was resting on the floor. He picked it up, placing it back on his head. “What’s that?”

“I heard if I put on the hat, then I had to be ready to ride the cowboy.”

“Are you ready for that, Evie? Are you ready to wear the hat?”

Evie wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her. She smiled, plucking the hat from his head and placing it on her own. “Giddy up, Cowboy.”

Sam held onto her waist as he lifted her, turned, and positioned them so he was sitting down on the bale of hay with Evie wrapped around his lap. Her fingers went to his buckle and his cock strained against his zipper. It only took a few seconds for her to have the buckle and button undone.

Her hand wrapped around his shaft as he tried to shake his pants down under his ass. Sam hissed at the contact. Christ, he was about to embarrass himself.

Running his fingers up under her shirt and over herbelly, Sam cupped Evie’s breasts as she continued to stroke his length. Reality smacked him in the face.

“Evie, wait.” Sam hated the confused look on her face.

“Was I not doing it right?”

“Baby, you, touching me like that… feels incredible. I just, I don’t have a condom.”

She smiled. “I’m clean, Cowboy. Had to have every test under the sun when I went through IVF. I haven’t been with anyone in years. And I can’t get any more pregnant than I already am.”

“You don’t want me to wear a condom?”

“Is there a reason you need to?”

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