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knewwww I would find taylor swift in this list
readers ready to wear the hat and get railed in the back seat until you forget your own name … Daddy Colt has a spot in his truck just for you.
mmm intriguing start
interesting address
Immediately, my stomach does a little swoon over how guys with trucks like that are just effortlessly hot.
for me, honestly no.
“Go easy on me, ok?” Layla breathes. I don’t know what comes over me, but as I help swing her up into the saddle, the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I promise, I can be gentle.”
that reminder compels me to step back rather than grab her chin and taste those pouty fucking lips like I want to.
sad emoji
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she murmurs. Little does this girl know, she could never. “You won’t. Now, just take a deep breath for me, baby.”
“Good girl.” Colt’s rich voice and warm lips are right at my ear. This man is going to be the death of me.
“You’ll need this.” I take my hat off and drop it on her head. It’s a little big for her, and even though she looks gorgeous in anything, fuck me, the sight of her wearing my jet-black hat sends a rush of blood to my dick. She reaches up to touch the brim, readjusting it slightly on her head, and her green eyes sparkle. Which is why I don’t even bother trying to explain why I just did what I did, yet still hop back in the cab feeling like a fucking king. Even if she’s not my girl, I can at least lay a claim on her so no asshole around town dares to look twice her way.
“Then tell me why every night is a battle, Layla. Tell me why I have to damn near lock my own door.” “Why would you—” His gritty noise cuts me off. “Because I’m in so much trouble when it comes to you. Tell me why the fuck I’m spending every night talking myself out of visiting the bedroom just down the hall of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, just to see how she tastes.”
“Is that my lips, or somewhere else, cowboy?” Colt lets out a groan mixed with a growl, and my breathy words are hardly out of me before his hand dives into my hair. “Fuck it.” His mouth crashes against mine.
“Tell me to stop.” He kisses and nibbles my bottom lip, and I whimper with each gentle tug. “Please don’t.”
“Look at you, baby.” He lets out a low growl. “Jesus Christ. The things I want to do to you.”
“But we shouldn’t.” My eyelids squeeze shut. This cannot be happening. It’s so fucking unfair I want to run out into the frozen night, drop to my knees, and scream until my lungs burn. “But we can’t,” he echoes.
My tortured cowboy.
I want her to have the moon and the stars and the sun itself, but I don’t want anyone else to be the one giving it to her because I am a selfish, old bastard.
Nothing to worry about, we can both be professional. I’m just checking in with my boss. Totally professional. Not at all like this is the man I begged to touch me and make me come not even twelve hours ago. The man who left my pussy tingling and whose bulging cock I can’t stop daydreaming about.
“And if I catch you trying to sneak off and get out of doing your duties by leaving the stables today, I’ll put you over my damn knee.”
“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know, baby. If you let me see your cunt, I’m going to want inside you. I’m going to want to eat you until you’re begging me to stop. But I know I won’t be able to stop. There’s no going back for me once that happens and I’m not going to be able to keep myself from fucking you in every one of your sweet little holes.”
I don’t want this moment to end, but it has to. That was all this was ever going to be.
Even though this was our midnight bargain, I’m desperate for more of his rough kisses. To have him steal my breath and kidnap me to that illicit place where all I want to do is submit and worship and be filled by him.
I want her. I want her so badly it aches. Yet, she’s not mine to hold, or whisper to, or soak up her smiles.
“You freeze me out every time. You did it that day I first came here. As soon as you found out who I was, you turned to ice. It’s the same thing now, and I know you’ll do it again.” “Well, that’s who I am. Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t change.” The snarl is out of me before I can halt it. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. You’ve chosen to be that way, and you can choose differently.”
yeah, lecture that old ass man!!
“I wouldn’t want to go against your wishes. If you’re telling me you don’t want me to put my tongue inside you, or to lick your cunt until you’re screaming, then I’d better not.”
OH HO HO HO HO
“Baby, I want to taste you.” Kiss. “Fuck you.” Lick. “Consume you.” Bite.
“I’m not leaving this spot until I’ve tasted your sweet little cunt.”
OH HO HO HO HO
She’s so unbelievably soft,
oop, my girl has been shaving on the daily on this ranch. I would have gave up after a week
“I want you, so fucking badly. But I’ve never—I usually can’t—Not like this.”
ugh me, I’m so shy and I feel so gross looking
“I’m not good for you.” I rasp against her ear. My blood hums, writhing and darting around like a wild creature ready to be set loose from its cage.
OH MY GODDDDDDDD
“Good is not what I need.” She sucks on my bottom lip as we make it to the front door, snow flurries dancing all around, wind howling in both our ears. “What I need is you.”
okay this is very sweet
The sight of Colton Wilder on his knees with blazing eyes staring up at me while his tongue ran perfect circles over my clit will forever be embedded in my memory.
He leans closer, hovering his lips over mine while circling the front of my neck with one strong hand. “I expect you in my bed every night.” His fingers squeeze lightly over my throat, and my eyelashes flutter. “If that’s all I get, I won’t settle for anything less than having all of you.”
I’m tumbled down over the end of the couch, and my instinct is to try and push myself upright. But Colt takes command and presses a firm palm beneath my shoulder blades, tipping my body forward to greet the couch, exposing my ass in the air. Holy shit.
“Unless the rest of that sentence is please eat my cunt until I forget my own name, I don’t want to hear another word.”
“Did some fuck-face with a small dick make you feel like you owed him if he ate your pussy one single time? Like you had to make it up to him even though he never made you come?”
“I’ll tell you now, I intend on spending as much time as possible licking this sweet little pussy of yours. And I’ll gladly spend all night with my head between your thighs without you touching me once.”
“There is no having to do anything, I’ve been craving this, Layla. I’ll eat you for every meal. You are goddamn beautiful and the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. So, let me take care of you until you’re shaking and soaking my face like a good girl.”
Warm arms band around my middle, drawing me upright, so that my back is against his broad chest. Colt seeks my lips out, tilting my head, devouring every drop of my soft moans. Forcing me to taste just how thoroughly coated in me his mouth is.
Of course, the sluttiest part of me kicks up a silent protest, demanding to feel this man bare.
I will happily drop to my knees and politely whimper my request to feel his cock pulse and unload inside me.
“And here I thought you were a quiet little thing, until my tongue is in your pussy, and you’re suddenly very vocal.”
“Are we done eating?” There’s a ragged noise as I clear my throat, but I’m basically just in a trance. Ready and willing to worship at the altar of Colt Wilder—sex god and rugged fantasy made flesh. “Food? Yes.” He lets go of my chin, sliding firm hands underneath my ass, effortlessly lifting me, and I have to throw my arms around his neck to steady myself. “You? No. I’m nowhere near satisfied, angel.”
Yes. God, yes. Seeing this man swept up in the throes of pleasure all because of me is officially my new favorite thing in the world.
Does this man have any clue of how gone I am for him? I hope to God I don’t blurt out something like confessing my undying love, because there was every chance I might have done so earlier when he was sucking on my clit until I whimpered his name over and over and over.
Excuse me while I collect myself. This man has got me busy dissolving into a puddle on the kitchen floor.
He crosses his arms and gives me a stern look, the exact kind that leaves my clit pulsing.
“I wanted to ignore it this morning when I pulled open the drawer in the bathroom and saw I only had a couple of condoms left.” Opening his gorgeous eyes again, he holds my gaze and shakes his head a little ruefully. “Little did I know the last time we were in town, that should have been one of the supplies I restocked. But I wasn’t exactly expecting to be doing anything but fucking my fist in the shower every time I thought about you.”
omg i thought they had an actual supplies issue, i’m so dumb
“You think about me when you touch yourself, cowboy?”
Colt’s heat and scent wash through me, and I nearly goddamn whimper as his knee slides between my thighs. He’s got a hunger in his hazel stare that is enough to make me forget about food and coffee. To forget about anything other than begging him to get me naked again, spread me out on the counter, and have me for breakfast.
“You’ve more than earned a day off. Rest up, eat your breakfast—that has now gone cold, might I add.” I glare at him. “Whose fault is that? Mr. Condoms and Important Sex-Talk.”
