Page 27 of Out in the Country

“Ev, please,” I beg as the dildo slides in again and rubs against my prostate. I groan and whimper and moan into the mattress. My body is slick with sweat, and my legs are shaking from having been on my knees for so long. Even with my forearms braced on the bed, I’m so strung out I can feel every single muscle coiled and aching for release.

“Soon, baby,” Everett purrs. “I love seein’ how good you can take it.”

His hand grips my ass cheek and massages as he slides the dildo out and back in again, and I’m prayin’ on Ms. Thelma’s Moscow mules that I can last just a little bit longer.

“Fuck,” I moan again and rock my hips back.

“So greedy, aren’t you? Do you wish this was my dick, Hayden?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Tsk tsk.” His cock trails up the inside of my thigh and over my ass cheek, and I can feel how hard this is making him. “I thought you wanted to wait.”

His words are light, but there’s a taunt in there as well. I doubted his motives and desires in the beginning and I waswrong. So very wrong. We’ve talked about it at length, but times like this he likes to remind me of how very in control he is.

Control I give freely.

I love being dominated by him.

Owned by him.

And loved by him every day of my life.

“Please, Ev. Please, I can’t—”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to make you come.” His fingertips trail up my spine, and I shiver and moan and writhe against his touch. “And then,” he rasps, “I’m going to flip you over and fuck your sweet mouth.

“Yes. Anything yes. Please, Ev. Oh God.”

His hand reaches around to grab my cock and then he’s stroking me in time with the thrust of the dildo, and I’m absolutely delirious with pleasure. No one has ever made me feel this way, pushed me the way Everett has, and I know with every ounce of my being that I’d never give myself this way to anyone but him.

The man, my man, is absolutely filthy in the way he talks to me and explores and savors my body. His tongue has tasted every inch of me, and it was divine.

But I want that to be his dick inside me—I want him so bad it hurts.

He strokes me faster, and I scream his name into the sheets as I come harder than I have in my entire life. I’m tingling all over, and tears leak from my eyes at the sheer sensory overload.

“You look so fuckin’ sexy when you come for me.”

I whimper in response, and he chuckles while slowly pulling the dildo from me and discarding it on the towel next to us.

Rolling me onto my back, Everett climbs up my body and taps his dick against my lips. I’m dazed and sated and unnaturally turned on for how physically exhausted I am from that orgasm.

I open my mouth automatically, and he grips the headboard as his eyes lock on mine. No matter how tired I am, I’m determined to please him, and I’m not afraid of gagging a little if it gets him to tell me how good I take him.

“Next time,” he grits as he rocks his hips, and I suck him deeper until he hits the back of my throat. He grunts and his eyes flash with lust and need and desire. “Next time I’m going to fill your perfect ass just like I’m doing to this sweet fuckin’ mouth.”

I whimper and swallow around him, and he groans as my hands grip his ass.

Everett’s body is absolute perfection with hard cut muscles and tattoos for days. He’s strong and capable, and I love the way he handles me, and if the way his body tenses is any indication, I’d say he likes the way I handle him too.

“Please don’t stop,” he demands, but it’s desperate, like he needs this release to survive.

Maybe he does, but we’ll never find out because I have no desire to do anything but watch him shatter.

His eyes are barely slits and his chest heaves as he spills down my throat, my name a guttural roar and his fist making contact with the headboard. If my mouth wasn’t still full of his cock, I’d probably have a smug look on my face.

I swallow, and his hips jerk slightly before he’s easing back and collapsing on the bed next to me.

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