Page 23 of My Cowboy Temptation

I don’t know if he made the voluntary move of loosening my wrists or if it was an involuntary reaction to my words, but my hands are free, and I undo his jeans in anticipation of holding the length of his dick in my hand. It juts out from his pants, and for a second I just stare in awe of its size, not just in length but its width, and a thrill of anticipation runs up my spine as I imagine it sliding inside me, filling me entirely.

With my breasts falling out of the front of my dress, I kneel down in front of him, ready to give him as much pleasure as he gave me a few nights before. I glance up and meet his gaze, see the fire in his eyes as he watches me, and I lean forward, slipping my tongue out to touch the head. It’s hot and velvety, and I move my lips over it, familiarizing myself with the width and breadth of his dick as my tongue whirls around.

“Fuck, Cal. Your mouth feels so goddamn good.”

It’s exactly what I need to hear as I grow more emboldened and grip the base of his dick, sliding my mouth over him to take his length more fully inside. It’s not as easy as they make it seem in those porn movies I’ve watched over the years, and I gag for a second at the size filling me.

“That’s it. Slow. Easy. Fuck,” he grunts and throws his head back.

I swallow and let my mouth and throat open and stretch before moving his enormous cock farther until it’s at the back of my throat. Then I pull my mouth back over his length, my lips sucking over the velvety skin. His dick is slick now, and I slide my hand up the length, tightening my grip even as I’m unsure of how fast or how hard I should hold him.

“Slower or I’m going to explode on your pretty face.”

I slow and move up and down his length, my strokes becoming more confident and firm as I squeeze the head. I take him in my mouth again, pumping my hand with even time as my mouth moves up and down. He grunts, and I look up, meeting his eyes again.

A sudden sound of voices and footsteps from the other side of the wall has me frozen, his dick still in my mouth as we both wait an agonizing few seconds, trying to figure out if they are heading our way and are about to catch us. But the steps stop just on the other side of the wall.

“I like this one,” a woman says. “The colors are incredible.”

It doesn’t seem like we’re in imminent danger of being discovered…

I’m terrible, but I can’t stop myself as I slide my hand up his length again, my tongue swirling around his head. His hands go to the wall as he braces himself.

“It is good, but I’m partial to the one…there,” a man says in response.

“But the arc of colors…”

I don’t hear any more of what they’re saying as my breathing is getting faster as Brody pushes his dick farther into my mouth while Mr. and Mrs. Jones talk art on the other side of the wall. And even though his mouth and his fingers are nowhere near my pussy, I’m thrumming with a deep and growing need, and I squeeze my thighs, wondering if I might come just from that motion.

“Let’s go take another look,” Mrs. Jones says, and their footsteps recede as they move away, leaving us alone.

Suddenly, Brody is lifting me up from my knees and turning me around. I’m aware of my ass, naked and bare and waiting for him even as I rest my hands against the wall. I glance over my shoulder to see him holding his cock in one hand as he rubs it between my ass cheeks.

“Touch yourself, brat. Touch that pussy for me,” he says even as he pumps his fist up and over his cock.

I push my ass out toward him as I reach down and try and find that spot through the panties I’m somehow still wearing. Just as I’m reaching my clit, his hand joins mine, his fingers finding my entrance even as he pumps his cock between my crack.

He pushes a finger inside me, and I cry out. I don’t know if it’s the fact he is who he is, or if it’s the taboo of engaging in this sexual play in a gallery filled with people just on the other side of this wall, but I convulse around his finger just as an orgasm rips through me, shattering me as I lean against the wall.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you are so sexy. That mouth is so incredible,” he grunts, and I sense his own release is coming. “Where should I come? Your mouth, your ass, or on this fucking wall?” Each word muttered sounds like it’s causing him agonizing pain.

I’m still recovering from my own pleasure, my legs weak as I try to think about the answer. I push my ass out to him, hoping he understands me, which by the hot fluid that sprays over my ass a second later, he definitely does. He strokes his cock a few more times, draining everything he has as the cum drips down my legs in delicious stickiness.

My hands are on the wall, as they’re the only things holding me up now that my legs are gelatin. Brody pulls something out of his pocket before wiping the liquid heat off my ass. Then he’s between my thighs, taking a little too long as he wipes me from front to back, and I quiver under his touch since I’m still so sensitive down there. Then he’s pulling my now-soaked panties back in place and settling my dress down over my hips.

He turns me around, and I’m aware that he’s already closed his pants, hiding that cock of his from my sight, and I don’t hide my disappointment. He chuckles even as he tucks my breasts back into the dress and smiles. “All in good time, brat. Our first time is going to be slow and incredible and somewhere you can scream my name as loud as you want when I fuck the hell out of that sweet pussy of yours.”

My heart is hammering at the implication of this, of knowing that he’s not going to fight this anymore. He grins as he watches my face and leans down to kiss my mouth ever so softly, and I wrap my arms around him, sinking into this joy even as I draw him close to me again.

“Easy there,” he says, lifting his head. He’s grinning, and his eyes are warm with affection as he stares at me. “All in good time. But first, I’m afraid I have to get back to the ranch. I’m meeting with your dad to go over the week’s events. Probably going to need to take a rain check until tomorrow.”

I can’t deny feeling a sense of disappointment that this night isn’t going to go exactly as I was hoping.

But he said tomorrow.

And knowing there’s going to be a tomorrow is all that I need.

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