Page 43 of The Cowboy's Cabaret

I’m gasping as I slowly sink down further. It feels like his hands are everywhere—my ass, my tits, my belly.

When he’s fully seated inside of me, we stare at each other for a second and both burst out laughing. “What am I going to do with you? Fuck, I’m so happy,” he rasps out.

“Hopefully make me scream.” And scream I do.

THIRTY-TWO

come together

Wesley

Am I dreaming?I keep waiting to wake up as if this is some freaky ass wet dream, but Dahlia’s hands planted on my chest suggest otherwise. She moves up and down my shaft at a tortuous pace as she tugs her sinful bottom lip between her teeth. I don’t ever want this to end.

“You feel so good, baby. You’re so fucking perfect for me.” I can’t stop showering her in praise and I can feel her pussy choking me with each word. She moves to lean back, her hands on my thighs, giving me the perfect view of her swollen clit. I take my thumb and rub tight circles over her as she moves faster, begging me for more.

“Yes god, like that. Oh my god, I’m gonna come again.” She swivels her hips faster and I’m getting close too, but I don’t want this to end yet. “Ffffffuck, Wes.” She practically screams my name as she shatters again.

I start to lift her off to avoid coming myself when she whines, as if I could stop now. I trade places with her and lean over to lose myself in a kiss. We’re breathless again as I take myself inhand to fill her. She’s wiggling her hips lower and I chuckle at her impatience before pressing forward into her wet heat.

The sounds of her soft moans and our skin slapping together fill the room as the twin mattress squeaks beneath us. I can’t stop kissing her—her mouth, her neck, her cheeks, her breasts.

“You ride dick like a queen, but I wanted to have you like this. Hold you in my arms and pound into you like I’ve wanted since the second I fucking met you.”

“I wanted that too. So much. I”—she interrupts herself with a groan—“I touched myself at your cabin. After the first night, I went to my room and I had to come. I wanted you so badly.”

I remember that night fondly and decide to lay all my cards on the table. “Oh, I know you did, Princess. You asked me for a charger.” Her expression is confused as I wait for it to register. “I went to bring it to you, but the door was cracked. I heard your breathy moans, wanted to be a good man and turn around.” I slow my pace and reach down to play with her swollen nub. “But do you know what I heard? I heard you say my fuckin’ name.” She’s clenching around me again, her mouth slack with pleasure.

“I watched you as you fucked this pretty pussy in my cabin, with my name on your lips. I went back to my room, two jerks of my cock and I busted all over the floor.”

She’s trying to cover her face now, embarrassed. “That memory will live with me for a long time. Tell me, what were you thinking about?”

“I was imagining us in your bed. I wanted you to force me face down in your bed and fuck me hard. I wanted you to use me. Fuck, I came so hard. I was so wet.”

I pinch her sweet nipples before I reach up and collar her throat again. She liked this earlier, but until we can talk more about kinks and preferences, I don’t tighten my hand at all. I rest it against her, hoping the weight of my hand gives her a taste of the way I want to fucking possess her.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl. I didn’t know my pretty little friend wanted me to take her rough. You were made for me. I want it all too. I want it all with you. Shit, I’m getting close, Dahlia,” I grunt. My balls are tingling and the sight of her bouncing tits has me ready to blow my load right here.

“Fuck. Fuck. Come for me, Wes. Please give me your cum.” She starts to prop herself up and takes both breasts in her hands, pressing them together.

I give her a few final hard strokes before I’m pulling out and leaning over her, pumping myself until I come on her sinful chest and stomach. I look at her like the goddess she is, even more flawless covered in me.

When I think this moment couldn’t get more perfect, she drags her finger tips through my spend, rubbing it on her perky nipples. And when she takes those fingers and sucks them clean, I decide fate is a real and true thing. I lean down and press a kiss to her forehead. “Thank you, beautiful. Heaven sent, just for me.”

I press kisses along her mouth. “Shower? I want to take my time and take care of you.”

She nods and as I move off the bed, she gives a whistle at my bare ass. I laugh as I give her a coy wink over my shoulder.

After a hot shower,we finally return to our forgotten pizza. We swore we’d focus on getting clean and a quick wash, but I had to have her one more time so I took her from behind as the water ran cold, much like our sad looking pizza.

We eat cross-legged in bed while we watch some cable cooking show, each claiming we could outdo the literal professional chefs on TV. I feel so at peace in this moment, likenothing else matters but the human embodiment of love sitting next to me.

Love. The word comes easy to me in thoughts of Dahlia, and I’m not surprised. She makes me feel loved in the way she makes me smile, the way she makes me laugh, the way she makes me feel needed. The feelings I have for her are far from a simple crush. I’m far gone and while we’ve taken this physical step, I know I need to play it cool or I’ll have her running before daylight.

She curls into my side and it’s not lost on me how even in a shitty twin bed, this moment feels too good to be true. “I want this, Wes. But I don’t know how to want this and not fear the day it’s gone.”

“What if the day never comes? I can’t see the future, but when I look ahead, it’s you I see next to me.”

Dahlia buries her face in my side. “You say that now. What happens when we fight? What if you start to resent me?” I realize this is her anxiety creeping in as she comes down from the intimacy.