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“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.”
“In fact, she was pretty clear when she turned you down the first time, or were you too busy sucking yourself off to hear her.”
Looking up, I see Colt sitting in one of the large armchairs beside the glowing embers of the fire. With knees splayed wide, he fills out the leather seat like it’s a throne.
“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.”
“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.”
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.
“Look at you, baby.” He lets out a low growl. “Jesus Christ. The things I want to do to you.”
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.
“I’m not looking their way, cowboy. There’s only one man I’m interested in, and he’s one I can’t have. So, what does that make me … a pathetic slut, or a masochist?”
“I love it when you look at me, Daddy.” A storm explodes in his eyes. “Do you like it when I call you that?”
“God, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to be buried inside your cunt this entire winter.”
“Baby, I want to fuck you so badly. I want these tiny lace panties balled up inside my sheets every morning, and I want your sweet cum all over my tongue.”
“I want to slide my tongue inside your sweet little cunt while you’re asleep. Have your body fall apart while you’re still dreaming, then shove inside you.” He hisses as my hips shift over the head of his cock. “I’d fill your pussy up so fucking deep you’d never be able to forget me.”
“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.”
“Maybe all you are to me is the punishment I’ve been long overdue for being selfish.” I grit out. “Maybe I’m the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet who wants you to suffer exactly like I am.” “Well, you got your wish.”
“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.”
“Baby, I want to taste you.” Kiss. “Fuck you.” Lick. “Consume you.” Bite
“You’re going to shatter on my tongue. Then we’re going to go inside, and I’m going to take my time worshiping this pussy.”
She’s moaning and begging and tugging on my hair like a goddamn angel above me. The filthiest kind. One that doesn’t mind getting her halo dirty down here in the darkness with me.
“Good is not what I need.”
“What I need is you
“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.”
“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.”
“That’s it, baby. Look at you, taking me so well.”
“You’re going to kill me. Flaunting that and a filthy mouth, Mr. Wilder.”
“Says the beautiful girl sitting in my kitchen with a body like that.
“I like the idea of you being my queen,” he murmurs against my lips. “One who loves to rub her pussy all over my face and shatter around my cock like a fucking dream come true.”
“Look at you, angel. Your mouth wrapped around my cock like you were made just for me. Look how well you take me. Taking everything.”
“I bet you want to play with that pretty little pussy of yours, don’t you? You’re squirming and looking so goddamn perfect. I bet you’re already soaking.”
“Maybe next time, but right now, I need to fuck you and be buried deep inside your cunt when you fall apart for me.”
“Now you know all my secrets, Mr. Wilder. What are you planning on doing about it?”
“Please don’t use a condom. You don’t need to when you’re with me.” She whimpers and bucks her hips against me. “Fuck me bare, cowboy. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel the way you fill me with your cum.”
“You want me raw inside you? So fucking sweet when you’re begging, angel.”
Why is it that the person who feels so fucking right to be with, is someone I cannot have? Someone who I’m unable to keep. A beautiful creature being gifted my way for such a painfully short time.
“That’s it, angel. You’re doing so well. Look at you stuffed full, taking all of me.”
“Ride me. Fuck me like I know you want to take it—hard and fast, angel; we can go slow after, because I’m nowhere near done with you.”
I don’t want anyone else to know Layla like this. She belongs to me. I can’t let her go. Even though I have to. A curse that I’ve been given and have to damn well learn to survive, now that I’ve allowed myself one sip and gotten drunk off the poisoned chalice of knowing what it’s like to claim her.
“You want more, angel? Want to be filled up again? Want more of my cum dripping out of you?”
My cowboy fucks like a god and treats me like a princess, and I’m so painfully fucking aware that our time together is coming to an end.
“Christ. Look at you. Stretched around my knuckles. Leaking cum,”
“You wanna get dirty in my truck, sweetheart? If you’re gonna sit there wearing my hat, teasing me with promises of getting inside your sweet cunt, then you better damn well show me.”
“Jesus, I want you naked and in my lap … want you riding me so fucking bad right now, so I can suck on your tits while you come all over my cock.”
“Well, I want to be bent over in the back seat while you fuck me so good I forget my name, cowboy.”
“You want my cock filling you up and a mouthful of that leather seat while I rail you from behind?”
“Do you want to be a dirty little cowboy cum slut for me?”
“Good. Because if you’re going to taunt me like this, begging to be railed right here and now, I’m gonna eat this sweet little ass first until you’re shaking.”
“You’re goddamn perfect, angel. This sweet little ass of yours has been tempting me for weeks. You gonna let me own all your pretty little holes?”
“I want to see you dripping baby. To see your pretty little holes all filled with me. Do you like that idea?”
