Page 110 of Stay for Me

Before I could get my wits back, his hands were at the waistband of my shorts, peeling them down my legs. A raw sound left him when he discovered I didn’t have any panties on. I brought my knees together, the sight of him standing above me nearly too much. Without thinking, I brought my hands up, gliding my fingertips over my imperfect belly and up to my nipples, rubbing and pinching them.

I whimpered, arching my back, and just as I closed my eyes, his hands pried my knees open.

My eyes shot open just in time to see him climb onto the bed, his eyes on my pussy. “Mags,” I pleaded.

The cowboy’s dark eyes flicked up to mine. “You’re going to scream for me, baby,” he murmured gruffly. “You’re going to scream and scream, begging for me to stop because the pleasure will be too much, and I’m not going to.”

My lips parted on a needy whimper.

“I need you to understand that, Firefly,” he said gently, his finger tracing down the inside of my thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. “What you just gave me, I’ll never forget, and now, I want more of it.” When it landed on my mound, he looked back down, watching his hand drive me insane. “See that honey coming from you?”

“Mags,” I cried, his finger on my clit now, lightly rubbing.

“That same honey just soaked the front of my jeans.” His finger started moving in small, slow circles. I cupped both my breasts in my hands, moving my hips, seeking more from him.

“Wanted that honey for a long, long time, beautiful.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back.

“Want it soaking my fingers now, baby,” he groaned, dropping down and slowly pushing one inside me. That raw sound came from him again as he pulled it out and then eased it back in, over and over as I squirmed. “Better than my dreams,” he muttered.

My body moved, back arching, hips grinding, my hands twisting and plucking at my erect nipples, needing his mouth on them. I need his mouth all over me. “I can’t—I can’t.” I sucked in a breath. “I need you, Mags.”

“All the dreams, Diana, in all those fantasies, you were a good girl for me,” he rumbled, his breath near my thigh as he added a second finger. “You let me have that sweet honey whenever I fuckin’ wanted—whenever I needed.” I opened my eyes, finding him lying down, his head between my legs now. He pressed a kiss to my mound, his eyes snapping up, watching me pant. “What are you going to do for me, Firefly?”

I whimpered, feeling my climax slowly start to build. “I’m going to scream for you.”

A slow, breathtaking, wicked smile stretched across his face. It was the happiest I’d ever seen him. “Atta girl.”

Then, as he continued fucking me with his fingers, he hooked my legs over his shoulders, keeping his eyes on my face as put his mouth on my core. My body arched, my hands leaving my breasts as I cried out, weaving my fingers through his hair. As his tongue slid up my sex, his fingers tightened on my thigh, indenting the softness, and the sound that came from him, primal and deep, had my eyes rolling back.

He dragged his tongue all the way up to my clit, flicking it twice before pulling away, his other hand still fucking me. His dark eyes flicked back up to me as he confessed, “I knew you would taste like beauty, knew I would want to drown in it, baby, butfuck—” He didn’t finish his confession as he latched onto me again, curling his fingers to press against my G-spot.

“M-Mags,” I stammered, pulling at his hair as he continued to suck, lick, and flick at my clit, his hand moving violently now, the sounds of my wet sex filling the room.“Mags.”

“Fuck.Fuck,” he growled against me, his arm shifting as his free hand went to my stomach, pressing down, holding me still.

“Oh,God!”

“God ain’t the one with his tongue in your cunt, Diana,” he bit off, his teeth dragging against my sensitive flesh. “You cry outmyname inmybed. No one else’s.”

He removed his fingers and dropped down, his tongue entering me. I was on the edge, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure. His thumb found my clit and stroked in fast, hard circles as his tongue plunged in and out, drinking from me.

The cowboy pulled back slightly, his hand still working my clit as his teeth sank into my thigh. The pain, mixed with the overwhelming pleasure he gave me, was too much.

And I fell.

I fell into a state of pleasure I’d never experienced, and as I screamed his name, I heard his dark chuckle before I felt his mouth on me again, lapping at the mess he’d caused. My legs began to shake, and by the time I started to come down, both of his hands were at my thighs, his dark head between them, still eating me.

He didn’t let up. He didn’t listen to my pleas for mercy.

My cowboy ate my pussy like a man starved, not stopping until I was coming again. Again. Again.

I’d lost count of how many climaxes he gave me, but when he finally pulled his mouth away, my body was spent and shaking. My head rolled side to side as a breathless laugh left me, my knees coming together.

“Look at me,” he said gruffly.

When I did, I found him standing again, his eyes soft, his lips and beard glistening with me. “Hi, cowboy,” I whispered, my heart about to explode.

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