Page 11 of Filthy, Dirty, Cowboy

He groans. “Not until you come for me, honey. I have to taste your sweetness.”

I’m desperate to know what his cock feels like inside of me, pressing against my walls, spreading me wide… but I can’t stop what he’s started. He thrusts into me again and again, hooking his fingers at the perfect angle to hit something wonderful I can’t name. His hot mouth suctions over my clit as he works the bud hard, moaning and groaning as the night around us stays still.

My nipples harden. I land one hand on my tit and the other weaves through his hair, tugging as I get closer to the edge. His growls vibrate through me, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.

He leans up for a second and stares toward me, still stroking the detonator. “Be a good girl and come for me. I want to see your face as I make you mine.”

I whimper as heat floods my cheeks. I’ve never felt more admired, and I’ve never wanted to be agood girlmore. Iwantto come for him.

My pussy clenches tight around his fingers as the truck creaks from Hawk’s big frame thrusting against me.

“I’m going to come, Hawk. Fuck!” The air is muggy, and electricity is shooting down my spine and into my groin. For the very first time in my life, I’m about to come. I’ve tried messing around with myself, but I wasn’t doing it right because this…thismind shattering, out-of-body experience is like nothing I’ve ever felt.

I scream out, bucking against Hawk’s face and fingers as he licks my excitement like a happy little werewolf pleased with his performance.

He should be pleased. My world has been officially rocked. Still, though, I want his cock. I want his cock more than anything. My pussy is throbbing with some carnal ache as though I’m awakening parts of me that have been asleep for decades.

I sit up from the truck bed and stare at him. In the moonlight, he looks even more barbaric. A long beard, glistening with pleasure. Thick, muscular shoulders. Big, strong hands.

My eyes wander down over his large frame and toward his cock. He’s hard and trapped in his jeans.

Keeping eye contact, I unzip his fly and use my feet to pull the jeans to the ground as I work the buttons of his shirt. How have I not experienced this before? The open air, the endless night, a man so big that if he was standing in a field, everyone would think he were a tree.

“I don’t have any protecti—”

“Hey guys,” a voice echoes from beyond my gaze. It’s a man, and the closer he gets, the more I realize who he is.

Hawk yanks up his jeans and I re-situate my clothes.

It’s Waylon, and he doesn’t look happy.

Chapter Six

Hawk

“Sorry to intrude. I tried calling both your phones.” Waylon holds his hat in his hands and looks away. “Portia’s boss is here. He insists there’s an emergency.”

My chest tightens and suddenly I’m an out-of-control bulldog, ready to attack. “The piece of shit is here now?”

Waylon nods. “At the bottom of the hill. I told him to wait for me there. I wanted to give you two fair warning.” He grins and glances toward Portia. “Glad to see you brought this one out of his shell. I hate to interrupt, but your boss is irritating. He came knocking on my door an hour ago and keeps insisting on finding you. Apparently, he’s tried calling for days?”

I glance toward Portia. Her cheeks are crimson, and her hands are over her stomach like she’s going to be sick.

“I figured I’d call him when I had an answer. I don’t have one yet.” She stares down at the ground, then toward me. “God, this is humiliating. I shouldn’t have brought you into this. I’m sorry.” She hops down from the truck and sulks away as though she’s going to answer some unwanted questions.

“Woah, woah, woah. Where are you going?”

She turns back. “I have to talk to him or he’s going to get more annoying. This is what he does.”

“I thought things were over?”

“Oh, they are. They’vebeenover, but he’s a controlling dick who probably heard I was having fun and came to ruin it.”

“Wait for me in the truck. I’ll take care of him.” I walk by her, expecting that she’ll listen, but she doesn’t. She grips my arm and holds me back.

“You don’t understand. This is my job, Hawk. I’m working my way up to something and I need the money. I know how to get out of this. But if he sees you with me this late at night, he’s going to lose his shit.”

This is where the line gets blurry, and I know what’s next. I can see it coming before it happens, which should be enough reason for me to stop myself… but it’s not. I turn back toward Portia. “Get in the truck and wait for me. I’m not asking you.”

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