Page 133 of Stay for Me

“Not.” Another inch followed by a breathless moan from her.

“Cancel.” I slammed the rest of the way in.

“Babe,” she rasped, her fingers sliding up into my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp as I began pumping into her.

But fuck, I loved her calling me that. I felt it from my heart all the way to my cock.

“You going to be a good girl and continue to show the world how amazing you are?” I asked, my mouth going to her neck, her pussy taking all of me.

“Yes!”

“And you’re always going to come right back home, right back to me, correct?” My teeth grazed her sensitive skin, my mouth watering as the sounds of our bodies bounced off the bathroom walls.

“Yes, Mags,” she breathed out, her thighs shaking.

I slammed all the way in, holding myself there, my balls against her as I dragged my lips to her ear. “You do your thing, and you come home to your cowboy. Always and fuckin’ forever.”

“Always and forever,” she confirmed, twisting her neck, her mouth colliding with mine. Her tongue pressed against mine, both of us starved for one another. It would never be enough.

Fuck.

Fucking. Fuck.

I pulled out, set her on her feet, still ravaging her mouth as my hands went into her hair, holding her in place. “Keep kissing me like that, I’ll make you choke on my cock,” I warned.

Her eyes snapped open, and she brought her hand down, wrapping her fingers around my length. “Please, Mags,” she begged.

Suddenly, I had one hand on her throat, the other between her legs, two fingers entering her. “Told you if you said those two words, I’d give you anything you want,” I bit off, pumping my hand as she jacked my cock.

My firefly—fuck me, her eyes flashed with hunger as she nodded in my hold.

“Tell me what you want,” I challenged through my teeth.

A sweet, melody of a whimper filling my ears before she murmured sweetly, “I want to choke on your cock, cowboy.” My eyes fell to her lips, watching as she begged. “Please, Mags, let me taste it.”

My balls tightened, and I ordered, “Drop.”

Slowly, the woman of my dreams, the love of my life, got down on her knees in front of me, water trailing down her beautiful face, falling onto her stunning tits before tracing over her curves. Her hair stuck to her skin, her cheeks were flush, lips parted, eyes pleading.

“Swear to Christ, your beauty and the chance to get even just a glimpse of it was the only thing that kept me going some days,” I murmured, stroking her jaw and the column of her throat as I fisted my cock with the other. My hand shifted, moving to cup the back of her head, my fingers gripping her hair, holding her in place. “I’m in control, you hear me?”

She nodded, licking her hips, her eyes on the silver ball and my pre-cum on the head of my cock.

“Open,” I commanded. “Tongue out, hands on your thighs.”

“But I want to touch you,” she said softly.

I tipped her head back further and bent down, getting in her face. “You’ll do as I say, or my handprints will be on your ass.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

I rose back up, a primal satisfaction humming inside my chest as she placed her hands on her thighs and opened her pretty mouth, tongue out, waiting. Holding her in place, I put the tip of my cock on her tongue, the warmth of it making me want to roll my eyes back. “So damn beautiful,” I murmured, stroking my shaft. “Know you’re going to be absolutely devastating with my cock fuckin’ that little throat.”

She moaned, her eyes closing for a moment.

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