Page 50 of Perfect Cowboy

“Yes, sir,” she purrs.

Her unexpected words send my hand flying between my legs to grip my dick and stroke it to take some of the edge off.

Fuck.

She steps closer and lifts my hand, kissing each knuckle before releasing it. “Let me.”

“You weren’t doing it,” I growl, not quite able to believe just how badly I need to come.

“Impatient much?”

“I’m horny as fuck. Don’t tease me, woman.”

She piles her long blond hair on top of her head with one hand and uses her free hand to guide my wrist up.

“I don’t have the patience to find a hair tie and neither do you,” she says. “You can hold it out of the way for me.”

I wrap my fist around her hair and grip it tightly, guiding her head down where it belongs. Using my free hand, I press the tip of my cock against her pouty little mouth, and my breath catches from even that slight bit of contact.

Ashley licks her lips and then flattens her tongue, licking from the base to the tip. It’s been so goddamn long that I’m already groaning, and the sounds spur her on.

She slides the head into her mouth but doesn’t suck down on it, just letting me feel the warm, wet heat of her body.

It’s agonizingly slow torture as she works her way up and down my length, gagging when the tip rubs against the back of her throat.

Gagging, but not stopping.

Good girl.

Her tongue swirls around and teases all the sensitive places that make me so horny that I can’t breathe or think. But she’s still not giving me any of the pressure that I need so badly.

“Ashley,” I say, my voice a grumbling warning.

“Yes, sir?” she asks sweetly, her tongue working circles around the glans and making my thighs start to shake.

“Suck,” I order. “Fuck, babe, you’re seriously killing me here.”

And then she hollows her cheeks and does exactly what I asked. My grip on her hair tightens as my head rolls back, my hips pushing my cock deeper into her mouth.

She takes me all the way, the tip popping into the back of her throat and giving me the most delicious friction.

My hips move of their own volition, and she lets me fuck her throat. When she gags so much that her eyes water, I start pulling back, but she digs her nails into my thighs to encourage me to keep going.

She doesn’t want me to stop. Doesn’t want to stop making me feel so damn good.

Fuck.

So goddamn sexy.

The pressure of my impending orgasm mounts to unbearable levels, and whatever the fuck I’m saying is completely incoherent.

Wild groans mixed withmore,yes,fuck,don’t stop, andso good.

Right when I’m about to blow, she takes all the good stuff away. She goes back to her infuriating teasing and not-sucking-just-letting-me-feel-the-heat action.

“Ashley,” I roar.

One of her hands moves along each ridge of my abs before gripping the base of my dick, covering the space where her mouth isn’t touching with slow, firm strokes.

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