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It’s agony, the slow build of an orgasm I’ve been chasing for weeks consuming my senses. There’s no denying I’d never beable to give this to myself. No amount of toys or enthusiasm can match the wildfire of pleasure Jude ignites inside me.
“Take my dick out,” he murmurs, his ministrations slowing, as I swallow the protest on my tongue. Obediently, I do as I’m told, unable to stop myself from gripping the base and stroking him until he grunts and positions himself at my opening.
I’m so wet—soready—but Jude filling me nearly takes my breath away. It’s the most intoxicating combination of pain and pleasure.
One I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of.
“Jude.”
“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he growls, his strong hands gripping my hips as he starts moving me up and down his cockexactlyhow he wants it, unhurried, andGod, it feels so good.
“Yes.”
Throwing my head back, I run my hands over his shoulders covered in black ink, his chest, feeling the coarse hair under my fingertips as I start to find my rhythm.
As I start to ride him.
His movements are punctuated by murmurs of approval, rasping praise, and I let myself fall into it.
Own it.
Enjoy the absolute pleasure this man provides.
“Let go, baby.” It’s a whisper lost in the mix of our breathing, our skin slapping together, but I hear it all the same.
So I do.
I free-fall, the time before I hit the ground building the intensity until I shatter and cry out. I feel it everywhere, feelhimeverywhere, and I never want it to end. It’s quiet in my head, the pleasure rough and delicious as it washes over my body, my chest flushed from the exertion.
And like he knows I’m coming down from the high, Jude fucks up into me as he slams me down on his cock, grinding my clit on each pass until I’m gasping and writhing and coming apart at the seams.
But this time he follows, his cock pulsing inside me as we ride out our releases, my breath stolen as he takes my mouth in a bruising kiss.
It’s all-consuming.
And if I’m not careful, I might start thinking this beautifully harsh man could really be mine.
16
ARDEN
Eyes on the Prize-d Cow?
By Arden James
A quiet Saturday turned into allegedly organized mayhem when Jamison Downey’s cows got loose—again—in Blackstone Falls. Curiously, the cows were all adorned with large flashing buttons around their necks labeled one through five.
Miss Thelma Jean and Hal Greene were present and agreed this was the most fun they’d had since Jamison’s last cow-tastrophe. Sheriff Kade was not available to comment but sources at the police station are confident the situation is well in hand.
Or hoof…
Istare at the article. It's a simple distraction. A distraction from the thing I shouldactuallybe doing. My phone buzzes—speaking of distractions.
JUDE: True or false—the chocolate peanut butter cups taste different when they do the specialty shapes.
ARDEN: Random…but also true
JUDE: Deacon says they taste the same but I think that’s just because he eats them in one bite
