Bouquets and Buckles (Crimson Ridge)

by Elliott Rose

The man is cut straight from a romance novel, and yet somehow has remained single in all the years I’ve known his son.

“I don’t want to be your friend, or your friend’s father, or anything else that makes it seem like I’m not over here fighting every urge to kiss the fuck outta you.”

“Luke…”

“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.”

“Then you obviously haven’t had a real cowboy between these thighs, so let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

“Look at you, sweetheart. Dripping wet and a filthy little temptation lying here with these thighs wrapped round my head.”

“You let me inside this pussy raw, and I’m going to have you stretched around my cock and leaking cum for as long as that snow sticks to the ground.” He searches my gaze, eyes flickering between mine. “All games aside, better decide right now if that’s what you want.”

“Be my perfect little slut and soak my face.” Those wicked words are followed by him sucking down on my clit, making my back bow up off the bed as my orgasm rushes in from where it has been hovering in the wings, waiting for my mind to wake up.

“Sweetheart, it’s freezing outside, and everything is buried under three feet of snow. I’ve done that routine what feels like a million times, it’s easy for me. The fact I could climb back into bed and have you soft and warm and moaning my name… now that’s the best gift you could give me.”

There’s a hunger in his eyes that turns me upside down and inside out as I realize he’s positioning me over his mouth. That look, right there, makes my blood sizzle with anticipation, but it feels so insane. We’re doing this, right here, out in the open, and even though I know that no one could possibly see anything, there’s enough risk that it turns up the intensity of this moment to scalding proportions.

“No hovering. Full weight. Sit your pretty little pussy right where I want.”

“Full.” Nip. “Body.” Lick. “Weight.” Suck.

“Oh my god. I need you inside.”

“You want my cock?”

“I do. Please. I’ve been so horny for you all day.”

“Well, I’m nowhere near done here. So, if you want my dick in your mouth, you better turn around for me.”

“You’re naughty, Mr. Rhodes.”

I’m naughty? Says the girl who walked in here wearing nothing but a bra and a pathetic excuse for panties last night. Now suck my dick while I eat your cunt ‘til you can’t argue with me anymore.”

As I start to tremble and feel that rush of pleasure build higher and higher, I’m moaning around his length. His heat and scent fill my senses, and when he works me with two fingers along with his tongue, that does me in. My orgasm hits me with a rolling force. I’m a mess of drool, bobbing up and down, making all sorts of desperate, panting noises.

I don’t even know what I’m saying. It’s a string of filthy fucking words. Telling her how perfect her cunt is. That she’s gorgeous when she’s leaking my cum. How I’d spend all night owning every single one of her pretty little holes if I could. That she’s my perfect little slut, who deserves to be bent over right here next to the saddles while I pump her full.

“I want to watch you grow your dreams, Skylar because you’re bringing mine to life just by being here with me.”

“God, I’m so in love with you… I didn’t think this moment could get any better.”

“Sweetheart, it’s only just getting started.”