Page 149 of For Cowgirls and Kings
“You want me to fill your ass?” His finger teases in and out as he asks, and I push backward into him. I’ve never done anything like this, and although fear races through me at the thought, so does exhilaration.
I have someone I trust so completely, I’d let them do anything to me. Even if it hurts. Because no matter what he doesto me, I’m strong, I’m safe, and I’m loved. And there’s nothing more freeing than that.
“Yes,” I pant, pressing into him again, encouraging him to fill me more. His finger slips out of me, and I cry out a second before something smooth and cold pushes against my hole.
I pause, turning to look over my shoulder. Mateo’s eyes are fixated on my ass, and the silver bulb shaped piece he’s running through the lube gathered there.
“A butt plug?” I’ll admit, I’m a little disappointed he doesn’t want to put his cock in my ass.
He chuckles, reading my mind in that way only he can, before pushing the plug past the ring of tight muscle, stopping only when it hits the stopper. I groan, feeling instantly more full than I’ve ever felt, stretched to the point of pain, the sensations sending ripples of pleasure to pulse in my core once more.
“I don’t want to hurt you too much. ‘ll fill your ass with my cock one day, but we’re going to work up to it. Today you’re going to wear this, while I fuck this tight little pussy, and we’ll see if you can even handle that much.”
It’s a taunt, and I fall for it like the stubborn bitch I am. “Try me.Friend.”
There’s no time to adjust before he’s ramming his cock to the hilt, filling me, stretching me,ripping meso deliciously that my only thoughts are of him, and where we’re joined.
He pounds into me at a vicious pace, his balls slapping against my thighs, my cum coating his cock so completely that we sound sloppy and wet.
And I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
The plug fills me, pressing onto his cock in an added pressure that does nothing but make him swell, hitting all the right spots inside of me. I’m panting, grabbing at the sheets as he pushes us across the bed, his grip on my hips punishing, grunting in pure concentration.
He’s mindless, lost to his lust.And. I. Love. Him. More.
“More!” I scream, and one of his hands instantly drops from my hip, pressing into the middle of my back until my face is pressed into the bed. The change in position is enough to make my body feel borderline too full, and an orgasm burns through my veins, racing toward me.
“You’re going to squirt for me baby, drench us both.”
I nod into the sheets, my body no longer my own as it follows his command. The wave crashes against me, my pussy clenching tighter, and even as my instincts tell me to fight the sensation, I breathe out, andtrust.Trust myself, trust the man I love to draw out of me exactly what I need, and trust my body to release in a way that feels so dirty—and so fucking right it should be illegal.
“Mmmm, fuck!” Mateo growls a second before I feel the liquid running down my legs. And as if spurred on by my body's reaction, his pace quickens. I feel a second wave building, and I push into him, needing the release or I just might explode. “Such a good fucking cowgirl. Squirting on my cock like the filthy girl you are. Do your friends make you come like that?”
I’m mindless, my body and mind feeling like two different entities as he tears through me. I’m screaming and nodding and panting—anything to make the release wash over me the way I so desperately need.
But instead of finding it, Mateo pushing me there the way I need him to, he pulls out of me, and I freeze. My lips tingle and I’m completely disoriented, as I blink trying to find up and down again.
A hand grips my chin, and I prop up on wobbly arms. I turn dazed eyes to the man kneeling before me, his cum slicked dick bobbing in front of my lips. I open my mouth to ask him what exactly he wants, but instead of allowing the question to pass my lips, he presses his dick into my mouth, groaning as he does.
I suck at him, the mixed taste of us filling my mouth, and I moan at the filthiness of it all. He thrusts into my mouth slowly at first, cooing and praising me as I lap and suck at his fat cock like the ravenous bitch I am.
“I’m on my knees for you, and you're on your knees for me, and you still want to call me your friend?” he hisses, and I pause, caught off guard. I don’t remember saying friend again, but his tone says otherwise. “I told you I’d fuck your mouth, while filling you with that dildo, and guess what baby, today’s the day.”
And then he thrusts deeply into my throat. I gag in response, eyes rolling back into my sockets as I suck him deeper, drool running down my skin as I try to please him. Leaning over my back—his size does have its unlimited advantages—he presses the dildo against my swollen entrance, pushing it into me in equal rhythm to his hips pumping into my mouth.
I’m so full, and a second release crashes through me before I can even feel it building. I scream around Mateo’s cock, gagging as his pace quickens.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Dale. Such a perfect cowgirl for me. Tell me I’m your friend again.”
My mind races, my body numb as the orgasm rips through me.It’s too much—I feel like I’m burning up and I shake my head.
“I’m not your friend?” he growls, his hips and hand not relinquishing their punishment on my quivering body. He tears a release from me again, and I feel like I’m floating.
His dick slips out of my mouth just long enough for him to grip my chin, tipping my watery eyes to his. “What am I Dale?”
I’m panting, lost to the haze of release. But even in the fog, I know whatnotto say. Not if I don’t want to die by orgasm. “Not my friend,” I groan, my eyes heavy.
“What else could you call me?” He’s feral, his pupilsconsuming the warm brown around them. A wild, crazed beast, and I’m the only thing he wants.
