Page 66 of The Cowboy's Cabaret

The dancing continues and tacos are being passed around. Dahlia is dancing with Lorraine now in an attempt to show her some burlesque moves, while Stone cheers them on. I’m leaning against the bar when Jasper sidles up to me. He’s silent for a beat before he speaks. “I’m happy for you, Wes. I know this is all you ever wanted.”

“It is. It’s a great feeling to love and be loved. Might be good for you too,” I suggest.

“I’m not sure about all that.”

“Probably not meeting your soulmate in Rage’s stall, though I’m sure he’d make a great one.”

He snorts into his beer. “Maybe,” is all he offers. Daphne dances by with Dahlia in tow.

The familiar sounds of country chaos fill the club as Dahlia raises her hands above her head rocking her hips. I bite my fist and give her a heated look, knowing she’ll see exactly what I’m thinking.

At some point, Daphne hops up on the bartop, Dahlia right behind her. Daphne struts like it’s a catwalk before crouching down at Jasper’s side. Before he can stop her, she snatches his Stetson right off his head, dropping it onto hers with a maniacal laugh. She pops up, looking down at Jasper as she mouths the chorus of the song, “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy”. Jasper’sexpression is unreadable—angry, aroused, annoyed—truly any of those words would fit his expression and maybe it’s all three.

I clap him on the back. “Good luck there, cowboy.”

I reach up to help Dahlia down off the bar and whisper in her ear, “I do believe we’re missing one important thing about today. I remember a certain promise I made to have you leaking my cum as you got your diploma, baby. We’ll have to remedy that tonight.”

She leans into me, kissing me passionately before I whisk her away to the dance floor where we spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms, surrounded by family.

three months later

Epilogue

Dahlia

The sunlight filtersinto the bedroom, as I grow impatient waiting for Wes to wake. I run my fingers through his chest hair, planting soft kisses along his side. He cracks one eye open. “Good morning, baby.”

“A good morning, indeed. Whoops! I forgot something in the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” I bound out of the bed and head to the bathroom.

He looks at me suspiciously. “…Okay? Didn’t you just wake up too? What could you need from the—” The words die in his throat as I pretend to drop something, bending to reveal the red jeweled butt plug I put in earlier this morning. “Fucking hell, you dirty girl. Get the fuck over here.”

“I needed to grab something.” I return carrying lube. “Gotta be prepared and all.” I grin as he looks up at me through hooded lids.

“How do you want it baby?” He’s near begging.

“Rough. I want you to use me and fill me with your cum. I want to feel you for the rest of the day.”

“Mmm, my girl. I’ll be gentle with this pretty little hole, but I’ll talk to you exactly how my slut needs.” I’m clenching my thighs together for relief until he motions me to climb up on the bed. “How about you come here and ride my face. I need a taste of your delicious pussy first.”

I start to move up his body slowly when he grows impatient, grabbing my hips and planting me on his tongue. He nips at me ever so slightly and as the pain and pleasure braid together, I’m already barreling towards an orgasm.

He alternates licking and sucking at my clit, lapping at me sloppily and so loud. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t an absolute deviant for this man. “Yes, mmm.” I rock my hips back and forth as he pins my hips down against him.

Before I realize, his hand slips behind me tapping the plug, sending a shudder through my body. He starts to gently move the plug in and out, and I’m begging to come on his mouth.

I can feel him moaning against me and the sounds of his pleasure send me right over the edge as he pulls the plug out at the exact same time. “Wes,” I whine as I shake through after shocks. He slides me down and rotates us so he’s on top of me.

His hard cock nudges my entrance, and the sticks he tip in in shallow strokes, driving us both wild. “You ready, Princess? Going to be my good fuckhole?”

I reach for the lube, leisurely stroking him as I slick his shaft. He tells me to breathe before pushing his slick fingers into me. “Fuck, this slutty ass is going to be my undoing. Let me take it baby. Let me fuck this big ass.”

“Take me, Wes. I’m your whore. Only yours.”

“That’s goddamn right.” He slowly slides past the tight ring of muscle, the feeling so intense I’m overwhelmed with heat and arousal. “My perfect whore, my everything.” Pushing further in, he gasps, “My future fucking wife.” As he bottoms out, I feel his balls heavy and hot against me. “You doing okay?”

“Perfect, so good. Please fuck me now,” I beg.

He leans down to bite my nipple before soothing it with his tongue. “Mmm, an anal princess, huh? Just as fucking filthy as me, taking my fat cock in this tight little hole.”