Page 71 of Wasted Oil

I take a deep breath in pushing my chest to his and snake my hand to cup him over his jeans.

"Then either finish the job or I will. Maybe I'll go find that other vaquero,” I bite back. He may know me but I also know him and he can be very competitively possessive. I know by my challenge I’ve set the fire to a full flame. He has spun me so fast my arms find the wall to steady myself even though I know I wont fall because the hand still around my neck has now been placed on my abs, pressing firmly to hold me there. His whole body is now flushed behind me making his hard cock very present. I arch my back pushing my ass out that causes a deep groan from Rhett. I feel his hand that was on my abs descend lower just beneath my belt buckle.

“No cowboy can make you feel the way that I do, Melanie,” his whisper has made me internally melt and the throbbing has become almost unbearable with our hateful foreplay.

I'm done with this.

I need this.

We need this.

I lean my head back deciding to pour oil over this flame.

"A slut just needs to feel a common release, it all has the same outcome. Doesn’t matter who from.”

With my challenging side eye, I lift my eyebrow giving him the go or I will.

In an instant, I’m spun both hands being forced over my head by one of his and the other crashing my wind pipes but the quick inhale I had was taken by the taste of sweet honey with a burning like whiskey. I bite down on his bottom lip with a slight tug. I then let it free and he gives me that groan I love so much and slams his mouth over mine, only this time our tongues are in an aggressive battle with one another like we are two teenagers in heat. I’m completely lost in the hottest make-out ever. I didn't even notice the hand that was on my neck has unfastened my belt and is now being wrapped around my wrists.

Did I say those things out loud about being tied up?

cállate pendeja, don’t ruin this for us!

I'm brought back from my thoughts by Rhett's hands picking me up by my ass to straddle his waist while my tied wrists are around his neck and his warm lips still on mine. At this rate, both our lips are going to be swollen and bruised once this is over. Selfishly, I hope these bruises stay forever so I always have him branded on me.

The taste of him haunted me for years and now it's going to haunt me for the rest of my life. Woodsmoke honey with a hint of vanilla. Trying to savor all the flavors, I keep his mouth on mine with my tied wrists behind his head.

Seconds tick by and the sound of rustling dry grass and impaling jabs on my back break our kiss. I’m now laying down on the bale of hay with both of us out of breath staring at each other while mentally tearing our clothes off.

"Is this what you want, to be tied up and fucked like a slut, baby?” Instead of answering with words I decide to lean up and drag my tongue from his neck up to his jaw line and for fun I lick his top lip then take his bottom between my teeth. Rhett moans, taking my arms from behind his head and throwing them so I’m forced to lay back causing the hay to scrape at my shoulders.

Great more scars to add to the collection but these ones… these ones I’ll cherish.

My tongue peers out to wet my lips, ending with my bottom lip seductively pulled in-between my teeth. I feel like a goddess who has just laid some sort of spell on him by this little show and the way he’s looking at me also helps.

Since I’m meant to play a certain part, I lay with my arms above me and start moving my body in ways that make me feel seductive, playful if you will. Head tilted his lips are parted with his thumb tracing his bottom lip that I just claimed.

"I’m going to make you scream my name Melanie, make everyone hear who you belong to.”

Releasing my lip, I give him an evil grin, "promises promises.”

A small growl leaves his lips as he reaches to take my boots off and tossed along with my jeans that have been yanked down in one swift movement. A cool breeze has reached my pussy making my body squirm bringing my knee to cross over the other how one would in a boudoir photoshoot.

By the look on Rhett's face, I’m hoping. No. I’m begging he falls to his knees and feasts on the sight of me completely bare, and, of course if he really wants to feast, by all means, please do.

Deep in thought, I slowly bring my knees up with my toes grazing the bale. Looking up, he’s completely in a trance.

Así es perra. Slowly, I spread my legs open so my glistening pussy is on full display.

“Are we done with this foreplay, cause if you’re just gonna stand there and watch,” My tied up hands reach down, and I start dragging my fingers through my folds from bottom up to my clit making small swirl motions.

“Be my guest.”

I start to bring my drenched finger to my mouth. They are halted by a strong, tanned calloused hand. Warmth surrounds me now with his body hovering over top of me. His knee is propped on the space between my spread legs. He hauls me up by his grip on the belt wrapped around my wrists so we come face to face. Looking from my lips to my fingers then glaring through his lashes back at me, he lifts my finger to his mouth.

"Such a dirty little slut.” The heat from his mouth caresses my fingers leaving my mouth open and my chest rising up as I try to calm my rapidly racing heart. With a pop after sucking my juices off my finger he throws me back down.

“Are you my little slut, baby?”

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