Page 64 of Perfect Cowboy

“Ashley,” he groans, his voice thick. “Gonna come, babe. So fucking close. Don’t stop on me now.”

“Stand up,” I order.

“What? Jesus, my knees are gonna buckle.”

“Stand up!” I insist.

And he does, immediately catching my drift as one of his hands fists roughly in my damp hair and the other guides his cock into my mouth.

It only takes a few deep draws, his cock moving in and out of my throat, before he’s shooting cum into my mouth, my tongue massaging the head while he lets loose.

“Fuck, yes,” Gavin groans. “So good.” And then he’s sitting back down in the tub, splashing water everywhere. “Told you my knees would give out.”

“I want to give you a scalp massage and figured you didn’t want to relive that scene inThere’s Something About Mary.”

He chuckles. “Good call, babe. Plus, it felt incredible.” He leans forward and kisses me softly. “I love how you take care of me. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me,” I complain. “You know I hate it. Stop being such a goddamn country boy gentleman cowboy and shit.”

“Can’t help it,” he replies, through a grin. “Feels too good not to thank you.”

“You aren’t paying for goods and services.”

“I would,” he quips. “How much for extras? I haven’t tapped that ass yet.”

“Oh, God,” I groan. “You’re the worst.”

“Ashley?” he asks, his gaze somehow both satisfied and seeking more.

“Yeah?”

“We’re repeating this bath experience back at the ranch later.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m filling you with cum again tonight, and you’re gonna be dripping for days.”

It sounds like an exceptionally good plan to me. Having him in my bed on the regular is something I could definitely get used to.

I hope that he’s changed his mind and is going to let me stay at his place rather than an empty cottage.

Chapter 17

Gavin

Well,thatescalatedquickly.

I went from hating Ashley to spending a solid amount of time inside her in the span of a few days. And I’m really not sure how I feel about it.

It’s been easy to avoid her this morning because I’ve been busy loading the last of our stuff into the truck and trailer. But it hasn’t stopped my mind from racing and turning around a thousand different scenarios.

When is she leaving?

We’re not dating… are we?

Are we going to keep fucking until she leaves for good?

Will I be relieved when she drives out of state for the last time, or am I going to be left with regrets – again?

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