Page 69 of Alive and Wells

With his free hand, he removes his cowboy hat and places it gently on my head. Claiming me. I smirk up at him. “Wear the hat, ride the ‘Not-A-Cowboy’?”

“You’re wearing the hat because I can’t dothiswith it on, darlin’.” Austin drops to his knees, burying his face between my legs, and runs his flattened tongue across my skin.

I suck in a breath as his tongue replaces his fingertips and begins drawing frantic circles on my clit. Warm currents travel my spine with each brush. My hips rock against his mouth in ecstasy, feeling the rough wooden wall scraping my back. Catching on the hem of my shirt and dragging it upward inch by inch until my stomach is exposed and my back’s inflamed. And I cling to his head, fingers woven through his thick brown hair in a desperate attempt to stay upright. Every drag of his teeth and tongue over me drives me wild with the need for more of him.

Maybe it’s the threat of being caught or knowing the man with his gorgeous, bearded face between my legs loves me, but I’m squirming and begging for release within seconds. My knees buckle and his hands come up to grip my ass, keeping me right where he wants me. His tongue plunges into me, and I press my hips into his face for even more friction—the sensation too much and also never enough. When my needy clit’s sucked into his mouth, I explode.Fucking explode.

His name leaves my lips in a wail, loud enough I’m sure the entire damn rodeo heard—thanks to the perfectly timed song end.

When he stands up, his chest is heaving and a broad grin sweeps his face. “Good. I want every guy in this place to know you’re mine. Let them all hear who’s in here making you come.”

Our hands fight to undo his pants, letting them fall in a heap around his ankles. I grab hold of his bare cock, pumping along his hard length, every vein throbbing against my palm. He curls into me with a groan when I use my leverage to drag him to me for a kiss. Spreading my legs as far as the rigid denim around my knees will allow, I tremble as I watch the tip of his bare cock tease my clit. Never slipping inside, even as I arch my back to try and coax him into me.

His smirk is obvious against my lips. “I love it when you’re so needy for me. So fucking hot.”

Austin’s eyes meet mine as he notches the tip into me. Almost as if to confirm I still want to do this. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want him right now. My chest rises and falls in an unsteady pattern as I wait to feel him stretching me, filling the empty space that’s yearning for him.

Austin’s spit lands on the head of his cock, and his hand smooths it down his shaft, seconds before he powers into me with a deep, gravelly groan.

Okay, damn.

I’m feral. Grabbing the back of his head, I tug his hair by the roots and kiss him. His bottom lip snags between my teeth and the taste of iron fills my mouth but, even still, I don’t stop kissing him.

“Aus, do that again,” I pant. “Spit on your cock and fuck me.”

A lustful smile crosses his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

Moving at a torturously slow pace for somebody who said we needed to make this quick, he withdraws all but the tip. I’m squirming and whimpering in his arms, begging to feel him.

“You like when I use my spit as lube? Moan for me, darlin’. Show me how much you love being my filthy girl.”

“Please,” I moan against the pulse point on his neck.

Leaning forward, spit falls from his mouth and drips down either side of his shaft. A whimper sneaks out around where I’m biting down on my lip, and his eyes flutter closed for a second in response. Kissing him with desperation, I reach between us and spread the liquid on his cock, feeling his moan travel down my throat.

“Oh, God.” My hands fall against his chest, balling up fistfuls of his shirt.

His head drops to my shoulder for a moment before pulling out and spitting again. I’m trembling with anticipation—ready for another forceful, deep thrust to the hilt—when he tears himself away and spins me around. My hands barely come up in time to catch myself on the wall as his slick cock glides into me from behind.

“Holy fuck,” he groans.

Every muscle in my body turns to jelly and my cheek hits the barn wall, dragging across the rough wood. Thank God for Austin’s arms gripping my waist, or I’d be face-first on the cement floor.

“I got you. Rub your clit for me so I can fuck you into this wall. Play with your perfect pussy.”

I reach back and slip my fingers into his mouth. He sucks with a groan and I drop my wet fingers between my legs. Frenzied but feather-light flicks catapult me to the edge until I’m struggling to remain in my own body.

True to his word, he’s rough and fast, piling into me over and over again. Forcing my chest into the wall with every thrust. Angling my body just right, he hits the spot that has me gasping for air as he bites my neck and shoulder with low, needy grunts. My skin will be covered with plum-coloured marks tomorrow, but I don’t care. Every moan makes him bite and suck harder. Every rough touch brings me closer to a fiery peak.

“That’s my good girl. I want to feel you explode on my bare cock while I fill you up until my cum’s running down your pretty thighs. Leave you thinking about this all fucking night.”

“Fuck. Aus—it’s so deep.” I throw my head back as his hand slaps my bare ass. “Don’t… fucking… stop. Give me more.”

He pulls me further into the cradle of his hips, filling me with every single inch he has. Caught up in primal momentum, we’re fucking away the angry emotions we had earlier. If I didn’t know how much he loves me, I’d think he hates me.

My fingers are drenched, working my clit, and I fill the air with a guttural moan. The ravelled burning heat in my core threatens to burst. My lungs lose oxygen with each impassioned thrust.

Pressing his chest to my back, he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Who knew the pretty city girl likes to get dirty and rough in the barn?”

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