Page 3 of Filthy Cowboy
Rhett
“Tell me to stopnow if you don’t want this because once you walk through that door, there’s no turning back — you’re mine.” I grip her hips, grinding my cock against her ass.
“Only for tonight,” she moans, spinning around to face me. “It can only be for one night. Tomorrow, we go our separate ways—promise.”
That’s one promise to her that I definitely can’t keep, but for some reason, she’s dead set on making me agree. “I tell you what. If by the time you wake up in the morning and you still only want this to be one night, I’ll respect your wishes. But if you want more, it will be forever.”
A million emotions play across her face before she finally answers. “Agreed.”
Opening the hotel room door, I lead her inside and step back, closing the door behind me. I can't resist her, and I know that if I take her clothes off, they will be a pile of shredded material on the floor, leaving her with nothing to wear in the morning.
“Strip, I can't be trusted not to shred that outfit.” My shaft throbs in anticipation. I pull my shirt free from my jeans, place my cowboy hat on the bedside table, then make quick work of shedding my boots and the rest of my clothing. My hard cock bounces against my stomach as I watch her slip out of her clothes, leaving her naked to my gaze. I cross the short distance and crush my mouth to hers, kissing her, needing to be inside her anyway I can. I know we should take this slow, but I can tell by the way she’s rubbing her thighs together that neither of us wants to take it slow. Sliding my hands around her waist, I pick her up and then gently toss her onto the bed, as I follow her down onto the soft mattress. A soft giggle escapes her pouty lips and goes straight to my balls. My mouth takes on a mind of its own as it moves over her heated skin, licking her breasts, sucking one of those perfect tits between my lips. I take as muchas I can, which is more than a mouthful. She arches her back, moaning my name. My fingers travel farther down her body. She parts her thighs, relaxing against my touch. I push one finger into her tight hole. She’s so fucking tight. “I'm going to lose it before I even get inside of you.” I suck her nipple deeper into my mouth while my fingers dance across her clit before sliding my fingers lower to make her slippery entrance ready for my shaft.
Lifting my head, I place my hands on her hips and flip our positions so I’m lying on my back on the mattress and she’s straddling my waist, her pussy flush against my cock.
“Oh,” She lowers her hips and begins to grind against my thickness, the tip of my cock thrusting against her clit.
I squeeze her hips tighter, lift her off me, and position her so her pussy hovers over my mouth, “Ride my face like the good cowgirl you are.”
She hesitates, “But I’m not a cowgirl. I’ve never ridden a horse before.”
I remove one of my hands from her waist, reach for my cowboy hat on the bedside table, and place it on her head, “I’ll teach you someday. But for now you know what they say, save a horse, ride a cowboy.” I move my hands to her thighs, opening her up. I take a moment to feast on her pussy with my eyes before I feast on her with my mouth. Her lower lips are puffy and glistening with her desire. “So fucking beautiful.” I pull her down to my face and dive into her pussy, feasting on her sopping wet slit. Her hips roll with every thrust and slash of my tongue.
Watching her ride my face from between her legs almost makes me come at the vision of her holding my cowboy hat on her head with one hand while she squeezes her breast with her other hand.
“Rhett,” she cries out her orgasm.
“Good girl, that’s it, fuck my face.” She rides out her release while I lap up her desire as her hips snap back and forth.
Once her hips still, I sit her on my chest and slip off my cowboy hat from her head and place it back on the nightstand.
“That was amazing.” She leans down and kisses my lips. I see the moment she tastes herself on my mouth. “Hmm, I didn’t think I would taste that good.” She breaks the kiss and smiles against my mouth.
“You’re the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” She rolls her eyes and makes a move to roll off me. But I grab her hips and slide her down my body so her pussy is on top of my cock one more time.
“No, actually, I haven’t because you’re the first girl I’ve ever done that with.”
“There’s no way. Your tongue is too good to have never done that before.”
“Sorry to break it to you, but I’m a virgin. You’ll have to teach me how to make love.”
“Me? But I’m a virgin too.”
“But you just said my tongue was the best you ever had. At least that’s what I heard.”
“Ugh, men. I don’t have anything to compare it to, but there is no way anything could ever feel better than your tongue.”
“You want to make a bet?” I grab her hips, flip her onto her back and hover over her, my cock nudges at her entrance. “Are you ready to be mine?”
“Yes, Rhett,” she moans, sliding her fingers into my hair and pulling my lips to hers for a kiss.
Supporting my weight on my elbows, I roll my hips forward, pushing into her in one long, hard stroke, tearing through the evidence of her virginity like a wild animal. “Sorry, Charlotte, but your pussy is so tight I can’t think straight.”
“It's okay, the pain is already gone. Now, fuck me like we only have one night together.”
I want to spank her plump ass for saying we only have one night together, but instead I pull out and slam back into her tight hole again and again until we’re covered in sweat and breathing hard. The feeling of her silky core as it squeezes me tight is more than I can handle. I reach between us and tease her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
