Page 17 of My Cowboy Temptation

“Is this how you’d do it?” she asks and pulls her fingers out to rub over her clit, moaning again. “You know, if I was in my bedroom, I’d probably be pulling out my little vibrator, holding it here, keeping the vibrations slow and easy.” She rubs her clit, the motion almost methodical. “Then I would increase the speed as I imagine your dick here, ready to push inside me.”

“You’re killing me, brat.”

“Then come over here, Brody. Help a girl out. What I would give to have that mouth of yours right…here.” She touches her clit again.

I’m not a saint. I’m not a priest or a eunuch, and there’s only so much I can take.

“Fuck it.” I throw the blanket off and stride across the room to her.

She licks her lips in anticipation as I reach her, standing at the foot of the bed and staring down into that sweet pussy, already swollen and full and ready for me.

“I’ll help you, brat. That’s all I’ll do.”

My erection is almost painful as I want nothing more than to pull it out and run it against the seam of her pussy, feeling her wetness as it coats my shaft so I can ease into that tight cunt, inch by inch. But this is for her pleasure. Not mine.

That’s the line.

Well, the new line. A line that’s going to damn me to hell all the same, but one I’ve got to maintain, even if it fucking kills me.

I take a step closer, reveling in this moment as I stare at a near-naked Callie Castle, spread-eagled before me, still in her cowgirls boots, her pussy pink and swollen with need. It’s an image I’ll never forget—if I’m lucky.

“I can help you with that,” Callie says, eying my erection as she runs her tongue over her lips. She starts to sit up and reaches for me.

“This is going to be for you, Cal. Just you.” I grab her ankles and pull her toward me. I want to take my time, not jump right in, and I run my hand against the smoothness of her leg, enjoying the feeling of her skin on mine. I move past the underside of her knee and on to the inner thigh, holding my breath as I go.

By the time I reach the mound at the apex of her legs, my hand trembles. It’s gorgeous, so smooth and bare and naked to me. Although, who am I kidding? I would love it if it had soft springy curls around it or thinner tufts of hair.

I love a good pussy, no matter what it looks like.

I swallow as I’m already imagining what she’ll taste like. But first… I slide my hand down, letting the roughness of my fingers skim the surface of her outer lips as she trembles at my touch. “You like that, brat?”

She nods, propping herself up on her elbows so she can better watch me. I skim the inner folds next, even as her leg tightens around me, pulling me closer. Finally I touch the swollen pink clit, enjoying how silky she feels as she drops her head back, her eyes closed as a soft moan escapes her mouth. I wonder what she’ll sound like when I actually lick that cluster of nerves, clamp my lips over it as I suck until she’s coming on my face.

I lower down to my knees until I’m just a couple inches from her, breathing in her heady scent. Pressing my fingers against the folds of her pussy, I open them so I can better access her clit, and lean forward. My beard tickles the skin of her inner thigh first, and I blow against her, loving how she responds by bucking up.

This is it. The point of no return. Eating the pussy of my best friend’s daughter is going to send me to hell without a doubt.

But it will fucking be worth it.

I slide my tongue up from her ass to the folds of her pussy, stopping at her clit, where I roll my tongue around it, twirling it, just before I clamp down, not so softly, and she bucks and cries out.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” I murmur and suck again, feeling almost intoxicated from the taste of her hot, tight cunt.

“Y-you think about tasting me?” she asks.

“Every night since I saw you coming out of the coffee shop. Maybe even before.” It’s as much as an admission as I’m willing to make.

She smiles even as I continue my onslaught. “I knew it,” she murmurs. Dropping back to the bed again, she brings her hands up to hold her tits, rubbing the nipples.

“That’s it. Let me see those tits. Hold them for me like you would want me to hold you,” I say, and I lick her velvety heat, loving how her hips are moving up with the motion of my tongue, wanting me, wanting this, even as I sense her body is tightening and shaking as it’s close to reaching its breaking point. “Your pussy is so pink and full and beautiful. Perfection.” I run a finger across her wetness and then bring it to her entrance. “I’m going to put my finger into you now,” I say and do just that, and she bolts up again.

God. Damn. She’s so tight.

I move my finger up her channel, then slide it back out and take a moment to rub my finger over her clit again. She’s tight with just one finger, and I can’t help but wonder how it would feel with…

Less gently, I thrust two fingers inside her sweetness, feeling her walls tense around me. For a second, I worry that I might have caused her pain as I look up and across her naked body. From the look of ecstasy on her face, the way her mouth’s open as she takes shallow breaths, savoring the feel of my fingers inside her, I’m venturing not.

She’s moving again, riding my hand as I finger-fuck her, her whimpers getting louder and her breathing so shallow I know she’s not far from coming. With my fingers pressed deep inside her, I roll my tongue over her clit again, stroking it, wrapping my mouth around the nub and sucking before licking it again.

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