Page 17 of Faithful Cowboy (Whiskey Valley Bryant Brothers)

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He rubs me back and forth, and when my hips start to move too, he unbuttons my shorts and starts pulling them down my hips. I lift up to let him, and before I can get my bearings, I’m naked from the waist down. He looks at me with a smile on his lips.

“I think I can help you with this... ache.”

He crawls down between my legs, and I lift up on my elbows. “Griffin... you don’t have to...”

He shakes his head. “I want to. Please, let me.”

I want him to do it, so I tell him yes. He doesn’t waste a second; as soon as the approval is out of my mouth, he’s on me. His fingers are holding me open as he swipes his tongue through my wet, swollen folds.

Being close to him all day already had me on edge, and I’m close to climax. “Yes, don’t stop.”

He shakes his head, and it’s a whole new feeling. I lift my hips, holding my hand in his hair as I rub myself against his face. He grunts his appreciation, and when he sucks my clit between his lips, I come undone. He doesn’t stop. Not until I’m completely out of my head, and my body is shaking in bliss.

I lie limp on the bed as he climbs up my body, kissing my bare skin along the way. He helps me out of my shirt and bra and hovers over me, taking it all in.

He’s still in his shirt and shorts. I pluck at them. “These need to go.”

“We can wait, Hailey. There’s no rush.”

I’ve been looking at him through hooded eyes, but this has me opening them wide. “I don’t want to wait. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel complete.”

He looks at me questioningly but does as I ask. He takes his clothes off and continues kissing my bare breasts, up my shoulders and neck and finally my mouth.

I can taste me on his lips, but I don’t care. The flavor only intensifies my need to have him. I reach between us and wrap my hand around his girth. His hips jerk, and he pulls back and smiles at me. “Fuck, that feels good.”

I stroke him from root to tip, over and over as his hips flex against my hand. Him in my hand is not enough. I want more. Never in my life have I wanted to pleasure someone more than I do right now in this moment.

I release him and try to push him back, but he doesn’t budge. I push again, harder this time, and he rolls to his back. “I want to taste you, Griffin.”

He lies back and watches me. I cup him and lean down to kiss the end of his penis. His hips jerk, and his cock gets even harder, if possible.

I smile at the way he reacts to my touch. I open my mouth and take him in, whirling my tongue around his velvety shaft. He groans, and I go down on him again, taking him deeper, until he hits the back of my throat. I gag a little and then release him as he groans.

“You like that, do you?” I ask him, stroking him with my hand.

He nods. “A little too much, probably.”

I take him again, bobbing up and down on him, taking him deeper with each thrust of his hips.

He pulls me off. “You have to stop.”

I shake my head, watching the precum form at his tip. I stick my tongue out and taste him. “I don’t want to.”

I groan as I take him deep again. This time there’s no stopping him; he pulls me up until I’m straddling his waist and he’s holding me to him. “I need to be inside you.”

I lift my hips, and he grabs himself, stroking his hardness against my slick folds. When he presses the head of his cock against my clit, I almost come again. It feels so good, perfect in fact, and I can’t form a single thought except that.

Chapter 13

Griffin

I am a trained soldier. Discipline and responsibility are ingrained into my very being, but all of that went out the door as soon as Hailey let me have one taste of her. My common sense is gone, and all I can think about now is getting inside her, claiming her, and making her mine. I put my cock at her entrance, and she lowers herself onto me. She’s tight and snug, but she rotates her hips and slides down my length until I’m fully settled inside her.

I’m gripping her hips way harder than I probably should be, but it’s either that or I’ll start to pummel myself in and out of her.

I groan, and she stops moving and tries to move off me. I hold on to her.

“Griffin, honey, your leg. Let me up before I hurt you.”


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