Page 111 of Perfect Cowboy

I watch, transfixed, as she spits in her hand and then expertly works it up and down my cock. I’m getting harder and hornier with every stroke, and I instinctively reach for her, wanting to take control and touch her back.

“You can’t,” she says, reminding me about her appointment without saying it outright. But I’m determined to find a way to give her some pleasure back.

She slides down to her knees so her mouth almost touches the head of my cock, and I squirm desperately. I’ve never been with a woman who so willingly gives head without a whole lot of coaxing on my part.

Okay, maybe begging would be a more accurate word.

“You’ll have to forgive me, cowboy, I don’t want to waste time finding lube.”

She looks into my eyes when she spits on my cock, and I groan when she uses her fingertips to stroke up and down the hypersensitive head, which is now all wet from her mouth.

When she slowly pumps her hands up and down the entire length, using her thumb to massage the crown on every upstroke, I legitimately see stars.

“Babe, that feels too good,” I encourage, and my tone is reverent as I look down into her eyes from under hooded lids. “Please don’t stop.”

“Not going to stop until you come,” she promises, and eager anticipation courses through me, heating my body to epic proportions.

She uses one hand to keep stroking me and places the palm of her other hand on the head of my cock. The two different sensations have me moving my hips in time with her strokes, trying to get more friction.

“Babe, harder,” I gasp. “Please.”

“Like this?”

She grips me deliciously tight and strokes hard and fast, the wetness from her mouth helping her hand glide smoothly along the length of my cock.

Instead of the palm of her other hand, she uses her fingertips, but firmly this time, stroking the head of my cock in time with her movements on my shaft.

I lean my head back and close my eyes, groans of pure pleasure escaping my throat. “Just like that, babe.”

When she can tell I’m getting close – because she can always fucking tell – she stops stroking the head and brings her hand to my balls instead, pulling them down gently. She slows her strokes to slow and gentle movements that make me curse in frustration.

“No, no, no, babe, I wassoclose,” I protest. “Oh, fuck. I’m in for it again, aren’t I?”

She smiles devilishly. “Oh, did you need to come, Gav? Would that feel so good?”

“I can hold out,” I return, not feeling very confident about my words.

Ashley pulls her shirt off, exposing a sheer black bra. Her hard nipples are visible through it, and I want to take them between my teeth.

One way or another, this woman is coming for me tonight.

She unhooks her bra and brings my hands to her bare chest. Then she uses one hand to hold the base of my cock tightly, and the other to stroke the impossibly hard length.

My dick pulses in earnest, and when I look down to watch Ashley’s hands work, I’m so fucking swollen that the vein is bulging. She traces her fingertip lightly over it, making me groan.

She stands up and leans closer to me, her nipples pressed against my mouth. She strokes me exactly how I crave, hard and fast, while I take her nipples into my mouth one at a time.

They’re hard enough to cut glass, and when I draw on them, teasing the peaks with my tongue, she cries out in shocked pleasure, and my cock somehow gets even harder.

Pre-cum steadily drips down my shaft and I’m right on the edge again. I can’t stop the guttural moan that escapes my lips, giving away my desperate need to come, and Ashley immediately switches to using just her fingertips.

“Babe, no, please no,” I cajole, almost whimpering. “Don’t quit on me when I’m so damn close.Fuck.”

“I thought you could hold out,” she teases. “That didn’t take long.”

“I was wrong. I can’t. I need you. Please, please, please. I need you to make me come so hard like only you can,” I beg. “I’ve never needed anything more than I need you right now.”

“No, sorry, not yet.”

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