Page 10 of Filthy, Dirty, Cowboy

I grunt and she breathes hard into my mouth as we cling to each other in the light of the moon. She’s soft and sweet as her tongue chases mine.

Her hand grips my shirt, and she exhales against my mouth as I nip her bottom lip.

I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve lost control of reality and everything around me. This is wrong. She’s young. She’s confused. She’s just gotten out of a bad relationship. She’s trying to turn the town into a factory. None of this makes sense. Yet here, in this moment, I’ve never wanted anything more than the city girl who’s one hundred percent wrong for me.

Chapter Five

Portia

If someone had asked last week if I, Portia Mayweather, would be making out with a country boy in the bed of his truck, I’d have laughed in their face. Nothing about this makes sense. Hawk is a wild man with aggressive tendencies. He’s dirty, filthy, and he acts like an animal.

Although… he’s supposedly the sweetest man that ever lived. And by the way he’s acting, I’m sure the filthy and dirty thing translates to some activities I might enjoy.

He growls in my ear and trails a heavy kiss down the side of my neck and onto my shoulders. His beard scrubs against my skin, tickling lightly as he traces his way across me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was mapping me, figuring out where I jump and squirm at his touch. Never has a man spent this much time with me. John and I were together for months, and I kept putting off sex. Nothing felt right… because of the abuse. I spent countless nights trying to convince myself there was something wrong with me, but now I see that’s not the case. Turns out, assholes are pussy repellent.

My clit throbs as Hawk works his calloused hand over my skin. I never imagined I’d like such a rough feeling, but I do. I like it and need more.

He kisses every inch of me. My mouth, my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone, my chest, and then hops down off the truck and stands between my legs.

“I’m going to take this too far, honey. We both know it. I should stop right here if you’re not ready.”

Honey.It’s there again, hanging in the air like some evil compliment that makes me want to submit to him in every possible way. And the way he says it…oh my god. His voice is so deep and graveled. His tone is sure and steady. I could burst right here and now.

My breath is lost, and I can’t find it. I’ve never had a man want me like this. It’s so raw, so genuine. I don’t want him to stop. I also don’t want to tell him I’ve never been touched like this… so I don’t. For once in my life, my feelings are so overwhelming that I have no choice but to enjoy the moment.

I lean back against the rough blanket beneath me as Hawk grips his forearms around both my thighs and scoots me forward, his teeth scraping against my hip and then my leg.

“You’re squirming.” I hear the grin in his tone. “I like it.”

A soft breeze filters over us and the sounds of animals are replaced by his breath and heavy groans as he kisses my pussy over the top of my panties.

Embarrassment flushes through me. I’m already soaked.Should I be this wet already?

He doesn’t seem phased. In fact, he breathes me in deeper, groaning like a hungry animal. “I want to bite you,” he growls, licking a stripe over my thigh. “I want to bite you everywhere.” His hot mouth tugs at my panties and his teeth scrape over my seam before he groans and sinks into my slit. With both hands on my hips, he grips me tight and pulls up a suction on my clit, flicking his tongue intermittently before two thick fingers slide inside.

I jump and squirm against his touch, but he holds me in place. “You’re so fucking tight, honey.”

His beard slicks across my pussy and his licks get deeper as his teeth slide over my clit and threaten to bite.

“Do it!” My entire body is on fire. I want the shock. I want the sharp edge of his teeth against the most sensitive parts of me.

His chest rumbles as his hot breath spreads between my legs like a thick fog.

My hips buck up toward his tongue and he devours me. Licking, biting, thrusting his fingers deep inside with a motion I’ve never felt.

God, how am I here? How is this happening?A few hours ago, I hated him. I was sure he was the last caveman standing. Now, I want his neanderthal hands grabbing me while he pushes his cock deep inside.

Whoa! I need to slow down. I’m moving too fast. Maybe I should stop.

But as quickly as my trepidation creeps in, it dissipates as his fingertips stroke a place I never knew was there.

He must feel my body react because he lifts his face and stares at me. Even in the dark, his thick beard glistens in the light of the moon. “You like that, don’t you?”

I nod, a soft sigh releasing from my lips like the last bit of air escaping a balloon.

He thrusts his fingers deeper. “Tell me you like it, Portia. Tell me you want more.”

“I want more, Hawk! Fuck me! Please!” The words are in the air before my brain comprehends what I’ve said, but I don’t regret it. I want him. I want him all over me.

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