Sawyer groans again, this time loud enough to make me say, “Quiet.” “I can’t,” he grunts, pumping into me. I flatten my palm over his mouth. “You will.” His gaze goes feral. Oh, my cowboy likes that. “You best not give us away,” I whisper. “You do, and there’ll be hell to pay.” In reply, he impales me on a deep, vicious thrust, one thumb on my clit, the other on my nipple. I feel myself coming apart, my pussy fluttering around his dick. “That’s a good boy,” I pant. “You’re so good at this, honey.” Sawyer bites my palm. At the same time, he presses his thumb, hard, against my clit.
