Page 127 of For Cowgirls and Kings
“I want you,” I whisper into his ear, darting my tongue out to lick the shell of it. He shivers, his hands clamping down on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white.
“Not like this,” he grinds out.But we’re running out of time, and I don’t want to waste another second.
I lower my lips, tracing a path up the perfect line of his neck, running my tongue over the stubble peppering his jaw. My eyes flutter shut, the taste of him invading every cell in my body.
“Dale,” he whines.
“Hmmm?” I hum, running my tongue a second time over his jaw, pressing kisses in the wet path.
“We’ll be late—” I bite his earlobe hard enough to make him hiss, and then suck it to pull away a fraction of the pain before crawling closer still, now all but in his lap.
“Only if you stop driving,” I purr, my hand running up his thigh to the belt keeping his perfect facade wrapped behind black leather and a simple gold buckle. Pressing a final kiss to his chin, I begin to work his belt buckle with sure fingers, quickly popping it free, yanking the zipper down.
“You don’t have too, what if it reminds you?—”
My head snaps up, eyes fiercely boring into his, wide with concern. He’s always so gentle, so thoughtful, so concerning—but I’m not fucking breakable.
“If I want to suck the soul from your body, I fucking will. Nothing about you reminds me of them. Now shut up and let me suck your dick.”
He groans, his head hitting the headrest, knuckles cracking as he strangles the steering wheel. But he doesn’t stop me.
I scoot back, my knees on the passenger seat, ass in the air as I tug his pants and boxers down. He even lifts his hips like a good boy should when I can’t get them down farther without help. His cock springs free, already hard, the veins bluish beneath the delicate skin, his head glistening with precum. “Mmm, what a good boy you are.” I run my hand over the crown, gathering the slickness before coating his shaft in it.
My face’s only inches away from him, and the intoxicating smell of him fills my lungs like the most potent drug. His hair is dark and curly around the base, but manicured, not that I’d expect anything less, and I love that he’s not completely bald there. It reminds me of the beast underneath—imperfect, but masculine to his very bones.
“God, you’re beautiful Mateo. A king, ready to be worshiped.”
“Fuck, Dale,” he groans, one hand falling from the wheel to push the hair falling over the side of my face. My eyes flick to his for a second, and I see the desperation in his expression. So I do what I feel any truly powerful woman would do—I flickout my tongue teasing the tip just to see him shudder, and then I face his cock fully, sucking him down in one single push.
I moan at the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of his silky skin filling my hungry mouth. My tongue works up and down his shaft, running along each tender vein, taking special attention on the crown, spreading the growing pool of saliva gathering in my mouth.
“Holy fuck!” he growls, his fingers now twisting my braid like he just can’t help himself. Mateo’s hips twitch, pushing his dick farther down my throat and I gag, saliva running in a stream from my mouth to pool at his base. Even as my eyes begin to water, I eagerly begin to bob my head, aware that I won’t be able to take him all, but desperate enough to try.
Using my free hand, I spread the pool of spit at his base around the lower part of his cock with my hand, making jerking and twisting motions in tandem. He grows impossibly harder in my mouth, and I moan again, spurred on by his response to my touch.
I’ve never felt more powerful.
“You’re going to kill me.” His voice is gravelly, and I have the faint awareness that the truck begins to slow. But I don’t, instead picking up pace, gagging as I push his fat head past the tight muscle in my throat, breathing through my nose.
His hand brushes my hair back once more, and he hums his approval. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world, choking on my cock. You’re going to make me come like this baby.”
“Mmmhmmm,” I praise, working faster, my free hand twisting around his balls, kneading them between my fingers. If he doesn’t come in my mouth I might die.
“Fuck baby, are you going to take all of me? You're going to swallow my cum like my good little whore?”
Instead of responding, I push further on his cock, the sounds of my gagging filling the truck. Mateo begins topant, his hand slamming into the roof of the truck, his other tangled in my braid as he starts to fuck my mouth, no longer able to hold back.
And it’s this man I’m in love with. The completely lost and out of control one—the one who thinks, sees, breathes, nothing but me.
“I’m gonna come baby.” He groans right before the first rope hits my throat. I swallow the salty taste of him—a welcome reward for my efforts.His dick thickens, pulsing and I breathe shallowly in an effort to not lose even a single drop he gives me.
His hold loosens in my hair, moving to my chin as he gently pulls me off his cock with a wet pop. I realize we’ve stopped on the side of the road, the truck idling beneath us, and a fresh wave of power rushes me—he just couldn’t control himself. Locking eyes with his—blown black with desire—I lick my lips once more with a smirk. He growls, pulling my face to his with the grip on my chin, crashing his lips to mine.
It’s a hungry, frantic kiss, and I cling to the front of his shirt with my own fists.
If this is the last time I have him, at least it was like that. Reclaiming my own power—giving him my heart in the only way I know how.
“I want you so fucking bad, Dale, every moment of every day, but I’m certain my best work will not be done here in the front seat of my truck. Not to mention, someone will definitely see us.” His words mumble across my lips, and I pause with the realization he wants more.He wants more of me.
