Page 84 of For Cowgirls and Kings
He groans, his eyes never leaving my tits, my navel, the mound of my pussy. His eyes feel like a brand across my skin and I welcome their heat. “Only one?”
“You want to be a good boy don’t you?”
“Yes, I want to be a good boy for you. I…I guess, I’d want to touch your tits. It’s not that I don’t want to touch your pussy because god, it’s taking every cell in my body not to devour you right now, but because I saw them first. I’ve had the image of your heavy, perfectly freckled, cherry tipped tits stuck in my head since Christmas. I’ve pictured nothing else but pulling one into my mouth—tasting them. Are they sweet, or tart like cherries? Will your skin be as soft as it looks?”
I’m about ready to walk out of the room and demand a damn minute. His words cut through me so completely, and I feel wild, so far out of control, it should be terrifying. But it’s not.
“Taste them, Mateo. You tell me.”
“Yes, cowgirl.”Okay, the way he growled cowgirl that time?I’m definitely getting behind this name.
Both of his hands slide over my ribs, cupping the underside of each of my breasts, pointing the dark nipples towards his face. I’ve always thought I had average sized tits, not too small but definitely not too big either. But the way they spill over Mateo’s enormous hold—fuck, they must be bigger than I thought. Does he like that?
“They’re so fucking soft—so fucking beautiful.” He leans in, finally capturing one of my nipples in the warm heat of his mouth, and I moan, tipping my head back with the sensation of it.He’s going to be the death of me.
He groans around my nipple, sending little vibrations to shoot straight to my dripping center. He begins to suck harder, as if he can’t control himself any longer, pulling as much of my soft flesh into his mouth as he can fit.
The nipple pops free of his hold, only for him to shift, taking the other one into his mouth. He tugs and pulls at it, his teeth nipping at the bud, making my legs tremble. His grip on my breast is hard and punishing, and I relish the fact that he seems to have forgotten the bruises.
I want him to forget. I want him to see me as whole—strong and sturdy—even if I’m not the same as I was before. I want to see myself that way.
“You taste so sweet,” he mumbles around my tits, and then lifts back, like he’s going to take the first one back into his mouthagain. Instead he pushes them together, creating a deep valley, leaning over, and spitting between them.
I never thought spit would be hot.But Holy Fuck.
“Again,” I growl. He obeys, spitting between my tits a second time, and I watch the liquid pool between them, before he rubs the skin together, the mounds slick with his spit, gliding across each other dirtier than it has any right to be . Mateo shifts, focusing once more on my nipples, placing firm, flat tongued licks over each peak, fast and hard. “Fuck, I need more.”
“I want to fuck these perfect tits. But Dale”—Fuck I want him to fuck my tits too—“I want to fuck your pussy worse. Can I? Can I be your first?”
There’s no reservation, no disgust. There’s only that desperate, heavy yearning I’ve heard in his voice repeatedly, and it feeds that twisted part of me that loves having something he wants.Something he’ll bow and beg for.
“How do you want to fuck my pussy?” I really hope he answers, because even in my wildest imagination, I never actually pictured how my first time would go. It always seemed more likely that I’d either just skip it and be well-used the way everyone assumed I was, or to remain a virgin forever.
I certainly never imagined my first time to be with someone like Mateo. Or with someone with a cock the size of a horse’s.
The image of his dick flashes in my mind, and I instantly feel nervous. What if he doesn’t fit? I know guys like it tight, but surely that’s going to betoo tight.
“I can see you getting nervous. Talk to me, please. I promise there’s nothing I won’t like, nothing.” His words are so certain, and for that part, I believe him.
“What—” I nibble my lip. “What if it doesn’t fit?”
His lips twitch, like he’s fighting off a smirk, and part of me wishes he’d let it shine through. I could use some comedic reliefin this moment. Everything feels so serious, and I’m quickly realizing I might be in over my head.
“I’ll make it fit.” My eyes snap to his, fire racing through my veins.He’ll make it fit?Am I in one of my dirty novels right now?How is he real?
“What way feels the best?” I ask, hating the note of uncertainty in my voice. I’m desperately trying to stay in character.
“Each person is different. Some like missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy style…”
I snort. “Cowgirl? Now you’re just making shit up.” I’ve seen porn, lots of porn, but I don’t remember that one.
Now he does smirk, the slash of his lips devastating, and I wobble on my feet. “It’s just the name when you ride me, chest to chest. Typically it’s used when you’re wanting to finish—most women who are able to come, can do it in cowgirl.”
“Some women can’t come?” I sound like a twelve year old girl learning about the birds and the bees for the first time, and I hate it. I’ve never been able to ask someone these questions before, and there’s only so much you can learn on the internet if you don’t even know the right questions to ask. I’ve always been able to make myself come.
“Some, but”—he darts his tongue out, licking my nipple again—“I don’t think you’ll have a problem with that. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Okay, I want to do that one. I want to ride you, like a cowgirl.” I smirk at myself, and his eyes glitter back at me hungrily. “Can…can we do it on your bed?”
