Bouquets and Buckles (Crimson Ridge)

by Elliott Rose

“Sweetheart, this pussy is meant to be fucking worshipped… and I’m gonna ask you to trust me when I say that even if this is as far as we take things tonight, I need to eat your cunt ‘til you fall apart. Preferably more than once.” She gasps and stammers as I lean closer. “It’s—it’s been a while.” “Then you obviously haven’t had a real cowboy between these thighs, so let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

“I gotta go, B.” “Facemasks and spilling your guts start at six.” “You suck,” I hiss. “I do. Very well, might I add. Just ask Flinn how good my sucking is.”

I really like the bi bestie. Bi rep! Yay!

I want to die right here. I do have mud on my face, and I’ve got sweats on, and I’m wearing my baggiest, comfiest, least sexy outfit I could possibly have chosen. Meanwhile, this man looks like the angels plucked him straight from cowboy heaven and delivered him to my door.

Plucked straight from cowboy heaven… sigh