Page 118 of Perfect Cowboy

The heel of his hand rubs my clit while his fingers tease my opening through my bikini bottoms, and all I want to do is rip them off.

“Gavin,” I moan.

“Say sorry.”

“No.”

“Then you’ll suffer.”

He flexes his hips, and there are so many competing sensations that I can’t decide what to focus on.

His hard cock stroking against my back while he groans into my neck.

One of his hands kneading my breasts and rolling my aching nipples between his fingers.

His other hand relentlessly teasing every sensitive place between my legs without giving me anywhere near enough friction or pressure to get off.

My legs splay open and my head rolls back, giving him better access to everywhere he’s touching while I moan manically.

“Okay,” I pant. “You win. I’m sorry.”

“Say it like you mean it.”

“Fuck,” I moan. “Gav, I’m sorry. You’re the sexiest man on the planet, and I can’t get enough of you. I love how you touch me. No one makes me feel how you do, let alone Jerry Jet.”

He chuckles, but instantly slides his hand under my bikini bottoms and expertly finds my clit, working firm circles around it with his index and middle fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He drops his other hand from my breasts so he can slide two fingers inside my dripping wet, needy pussy while he tirelessly strokes my clit, my body bucking from how goddamn sensitive he’s making me.

He scissors his fingers inside me and then curls them into my g-spot, the mounting pressure nearly blinding me while I cry out, making a startled whimper I don’t recognize.

“Oh, Gavin,” I moan. “You’re already making me come.”

When my pussy clenches around his fingers, he lets out a long, desperate groan while his hips thrust into me.

“Goddammit, I need your cunt squeezing me like a fist right fucking now,” he hisses.

I’m boneless, but still manage to spin around and straddle his lap, rocking my hips against his hard cock while I capture his mouth.

“I’m going to take care of you,” I whisper.

“Mmm, yes, please. Let’s go inside.”

“You need to wear a condom though,” I say. “You know, just in case. It’s that time.”

“Fuck,” Gavin groans. “Now I know what it’s like without one. That’s cruel and unusual punishment. I’ll pull out in time, promise.”

“I guess I can trust you. Save a horse, ride a–”

“You didnotjust say that,” Gavin laughs. “You’re too much. Now come on. It’s time to saddle up, babe. My dick is aching.”

Chapter 30

Gavin

Iwishwehadmore time.

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