Page 109 of Scrape the Barrel
“What are we doing?” I asked as he led me into my bedroom.
He closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it, then brought me over to the bed.
It dawned on me what his plan was.
“Oh, no. Callan, that’s going to take a lot longer than a minute, and—”
“Are you doubting how fast I can make you come?” he asked, arching a brow at me.
“You really think you can do that in a minute?” He was out of his mind.
He took his cowboy hat off, placing it on my head. “Start the timer,” he said, releasing my hand to bunch the bottom of my dress up above my thighs.
“My phone is in the kitchen.”
“Better start counting, then.”
“I’m not going to count,” I bit back.
“Then you better take my word for it.”
And then this man—this overly-caring, husky, thoughtful man—was on his knees before me. Calloused hands slid my panties down my legs with no restraint, and his head disappeared beneath my sundress. The instant he was out of view, his mouth was on me.
“Holy fuck,” I said with more breath than actual words.
He nipped at my clit with his teeth, and my knees almost buckled on the spot. It hadn’t even been ten seconds.
His fingers dug into my thighs, and then he slid two digits into me. His tongue flattened against my core as he licked me from my entrance to my clit. He moved at a speed I couldn’thandle, my body relaxing and tensing around him all at the same time. His tongue flicked over my clit in rhythm with his fingers, and my thighs were already trembling.
He pulled his fingers out of me, then stood, letting my dress fall back over my thighs. He grabbed my hand to bring me over to the bed.
“What happened to your minute of my time?” I teased.
“Fuck the minute. I want to savor you.”
He laid down on the bed, pulling me on top of him, then started to tug me forward.
“What are you—”
“Ride my face, baby. Soak me.”
My brows shot up. “Callan—”
“Sage, if you don’t sit your pretty little pussy on my face right fucking now, I’ll make you beg until I allow you to come, and I’m not letting you leave this room until you fucking do.”
I didn’t even have time to consider as he hefted me to his shoulders as if I weighed nothing.
I’d let this cowboy manhandle me any day if I had anything to say about it.
My thighs were on either side of his face as my palms laid flat against the headboard. He hiked up the skirt of my dress so that he had easy access, and then the fabric covered his face and what he began doing to my body.
His rough hands slid up the sides of my thighs, coming around to grab my ass in a strong pleasure-inducing grip. He tugged me down, causing me to fall onto him. All of my bodyweight was pressing my pussy onto his mouth, and the sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Involuntarily, my hips moved, rubbing my pussy against his mouth. His tongue was out, lapping up every bit of me he could get, and the stubble on his cheeks grated on my thighs.
Every nerve ending lit up inside me like a blazing furnace. My hands wrapped around the top of the headboard, using the leverage to quicken my pace as I rode his face.
Somehow, not being able to see him under my dress made it all the more attractive, knowing he was down there doing the unspeakable to my body and I couldn’t see a bit of it.
