Page 51 of Perfect Cowboy

This girl has become a deadly cock tease, and I fucking love it.

She looks up at me with desire in her eyes, letting me know she’s exactly where she wants to be.

It means everything.

I wasn’t kidding about what I said.

There is nothing hotter than a girl who gets off on giving her man pleasure.

She gets me close over and over, and holy mother fucking fuck she’s gotten good at this.

“I’m right there,” I groan. “Ah, Ashley. You’re making me feel so goddamn good.”

“Tell me how you want it, sir,” she says, in between licks on the hypersensitive head of my cock.

And enough is enough.

I roughly grab her and throw her on the bed, directing her head over the edge. Her tank top becomes shreds in my hands, and I grab both of her heavy, full breasts while gliding my cock into her mouth and down her throat.

“You’re making me come right fucking now,” I growl.

She can’t say anything with her mouth full of my dick, but she reaches a hand back and cups my aching balls, stroking and massaging them just right.

Jesus fucking Christ.

On the edge of depravity, I pump my hips and a non-stop stream of gratitude pours out of my mouth.

“You’re making me feel so fucking good,” I groan. “Love the way you’re sucking my dick and rubbing my balls, mmm, yeah, babe, exactly like that, keep working that dick for me.”

When she drops her free hand down between her legs, I’m done, losing all control with a primitive roar as I come in her tight throat.

She lets me ride out the waves and keeps sucking until I’m spent. And then she flips over to her stomach, kissing the head of my cock and licking up the rest of the cum.

Ashley has always swallowed with a smile, and it’s so fucking sexy.

Stress and tension that I’ve been carrying around for who the hell knows how long melts away, and my next breath comes out as a sigh of relief.

She moves to a seated position and I lean down to kiss her, the thought of how wet she must be consuming my mind.

“Thank you,” I mumble against her lips, “So fucking much.”

“I loved every second of doing it for you,” she says, “Sir.”

God, I love when she calls me that and it riles me up like nothing else.

“Give me your pussy.”

Rather than immediately obeying, she hesitates. She was the one who wanted this to happen, so she’s not backing out now.

“Ashley,” I growl.

I flip her around and pull her shorts and panties off in one motion. I can already tell she’s dripping wet without touching her.

I can smell her.

She whimpers but still doesn’t move, so I wrap my hands around her waist and lie on the bed, pulling her onto my chest.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me.”

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