Page 49 of The Cowboy's Cabaret

“Last time I was here I only had futon privileges.” He grabs my ass and hauls me towards him. I stick my tongue out and he groans. “Mmm, Princess. I’ve been dreaming about that tongue.”

“Yeah?” I pull out of his hold to drag him to my room and lock the door. My room is small, but filled with all my favoritethings. A shitty double bed is pushed up against the small back wall window and I plant Wes there so I can shower. “I am sweaty as hell from this shift. Let me shower and then we can do something about those dreams.” Wes pouts but he knows my shower isn’t built for two, so he lays back on my bed.

I’m so turned on the water feels like a thousand needles against my oversensitive breasts. Making quick work of my towel and dirty clothes, I slide on a cheeky pair of underwear and forgo a shirt since I’m ready to jump this man’s bones immediately. Wes seems to share the sentiment because I come out to him lazily stroking his cock. He looks at me with hooded eyes and crooks a finger to summon me. I’m like a moth to a flame, drawn to him and ready to burn up in his light. I climb up on the bed between his spread, bare legs.

“I couldn’t help myself thinking about you in the shower touching this body of yours. I wondered if my pretty girl was thinking about me too,” he says, releasing his cock to caress my cheek.

I bite my lip and nod before he moves his hand to allow his thumb to brush my bottom lip. With a pained grunt and a twitch of his cock, he slips his thumb between my lips. “Suck.” He groans. “Yeah, atta girl. How can I have you tonight? Should I fuck this slutty mouth? Or I could take you from behind?”

I’m holding back a moan at the imagery and he must notice because he pushes down on my tongue forcing my mouth open. “You like that, huh? The thought of my fat cock sliding in. I bet you’d be even tighter that way.”

“Please.” It’s barely a muffled whisper as he withdraws his thumb from my mouth, a string of saliva tethering us.

He brings me further up his body, remaining between his legs. His cock rests against my boobs, warm and heavy. “Actually…Maybe I’ll fuck these big titties. Yeah, I think I’ll dothat.” The way he’s talking as if I’m not even here has me burning the hell up.

Wes starts to slowly grind his hips upwards and lets out a pained hiss when his pre-cum slicks against me. “Ffffuck, that’s it.”

I lean over him and he helps press my breasts together. A slow stream of his saliva falls to the head of his cock, lubing the way for him to fuck. “Awfully quiet there, Dahlia. What? Are you too horny to talk?” Wes thrusts in earnest now, keeping a steady rhythm. He’s right though, I am beyond speechless horny.

“I bet you’re fucking soaked. Let me see my messy cunt baby. Show me what’s mine.” I scramble off him and lean back, legs kicked over his hips as he takes me in.

“I am soaked, Wes. I want to touch myself. Can I baby?” I plead, I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my mind somewhere along the way, because I’m never this vocal during sex.

“Take your panties off and show me first.” Wes’ demands and I obey instantly.

He gets up on his knees and drags me to him before petting my pussy with languid strokes. “Such a horny bitch for me, Dahlia, but no, you can’t touch yourself.” I heave a frustrated gasp and I’m ready to argue when he spanks my clit. Holy. Fuck.

I’m gushing at this point. I can feel my arousal seeping out of me and the slap nearly sent me over the edge. Why the hell was that so hot?

Wes tilts over me to give me a frenzied kiss before grabbing my hips and flipping me over. I’m damn near hanging off the foot of the bed, but I’m in heaven as he slaps my ass cheeks, left and right. “Look at this fat fucking ass, goddamn. The view of you from behind could be in museums—juicy and thick baby, but only for my eyes.” In an attempt to see, I turn my head over my shoulder and watch as he takes his two massive palms and jiggles my cheeks in awe. Finally satisfied with his perusal of mybackside, he notches himself at my entrance and fills me with a grunt.

“You feel so good. I’m so fucking full, baby.” I’m babbling like mad, but each thrust brings out the feral side of me and it feels so good. His rough hands roam my ass and lower back with a tenderness at odds with how hard he’s plowing me right now.

“Look at my sweet little fuckhole, taking me like the cock princess you are.” I feel warm spit dripping down from my asshole to where we connect and I’m biting the blankets to muffle my screaming.Oh my god, do I have a spit kink?!

Propping myself up on my elbows I look back to watch Wes—the determined look on his face, his hands gripping my ass like I’m the only thing holding him to earth. He meets my eyes and smirks before reaching forward to pull my back flush to his chest.

“Touch me, touch my pussy. Please, Wes.” I’m full on begging now, as his forearm bars across my chest.

“You beg so beautiful. Shit, you feel like heaven,” he says, hand snaking down my body before he starts rubbing at my clit. “Such a good girl, fucking me like this. You deserve to come baby, you’re doing so well.”

The hint of my orgasm grows as Wes’ beard rubs against my neck—whispering how pretty I am, how much he likes me. I don’t stand a chance and when his palm squeezes my throat, I detonate with such an intense orgasm my body lurches forward. Taking the new angle in stride, Wes fucks me in short hard strokes. In my post orgasm haze, I’m about to beg him to come inside me when he says, “The way your pussy is squeezing me, I’d think this slutty cunt wants to be filled.”

“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes,” I chant mindlessly.

“My beautiful goddess. You’re all mine, all mine. Shit, you’re gonna make me come baby. You feel too good. Tell me where my pretty whore wants my cum,” he commands.

“I want you to come inside me baby. Please, fucking fill me.”

Wes’ hips start to stutter as I feel his warm release pour out of him. He gives a final few lazy pumps before slowly sliding out of me with a rough moan. I’m so sensitive, the sheets rubbing against my nipples have me whimpering. With a kiss to my ass, Wes climbs off the bed in search of a towel to clean me up.

He returns and washes me so tenderly I feel like my heart is exploding. “How are you doing, Princess? All okay?” Thankfully he has the sense to bunch up the now filthy comforter and move it to my laundry while I run to the bathroom.

I’m so unbelievably down bad as soon as I return to the bed from the bathroom, I nuzzle into his chest hair like a fucking kitten and release a contented sigh. “It was everything to me, hot as hell and downright nasty in the best way.” Wes laughs in agreement and tells me how beautiful and kind I am, how much he appreciates me. He lavishes me with praise while rubbing my back, his soothing actions put me right to sleep.

THIRTY-EIGHT

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