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Willow
Cole didn’t give her a chance to make another move on him. He grabbed her roughly around the waist, grabbed her ass, and hiked her up. She wrapped her legs around him to hang on and he shoved her against the wall. Her breath rushed out as desire swept through her body.
“Hell,” he grunted, eyes on fire. “All you need is a hat and you’d look like a real cowgirl. A fucking hot one.”
“Blue,” she whispered triumphantly.
He narrowed his gaze. “What?”
“Your eyes. They’re blue. I’ve been trying to figure that out since yesterday.”
He kissed her jaw. “Is that so?”
“Yes.”
His lips brushed hers once, then twice. “Do you know how fucking hot that is? That you were trying to figure me out.”
He palmed her breasts through her shirt, fingers rough and demanding. Her whole body throbbed, her pussy coming alive with want.
“I haven’t figured you out completely yet,” she breathed, trying to keep her focus. She was talking a good game, but she’d be on her knees from pleasure already if he hadn’t been holding her up.
“What else do you want to know?”
She tugged on his shirt, shoving her hands underneath to run her fingers on his abdomen, his hard pecks. “Do you like it slow or do you like it rough?”
His cock pressed into her, and she reveled in the fact that she’d turned him on. “I like it all ways. But right now? Rough.”
Cole stepped back, still holding her, and walked to the back of the guesthouse. His bedroom. It was dark and cool inside, the covers barely mussed from his short nap.
“I need to be inside of you, buried in you over and over,” Cole said, voice husky.
She slid down his body until her feet hit the floor. In an instant, his hands were all over, tugging at her shirt to free it from her jeans, and then ripping it open so buttons scattered on the floor. She kicked off her boots as he went for the button on her jeans and tugged those down. When she was nearly naked before him, he stood back.
“Take it off,” Cole demanded.
She exhaled. “What?”
“Take off the rest of your clothes. I want to watch. I want to see you touch yourself.”
She shivered, so hot for him she was practically leaking. She reached behind her to unlatch her bra, keeping her eyes locked on his.
She licked her lips and saw his gaze drop. She had all the power right now, and she was taking advantage of it. She pulled her bra off one strap at a time and let it fall to the ground. The she shimmied her panties down her legs, toeing them to the side.
His breathing picked up as his eyes wandered, taking in every inch of her body. When she squeezed her tits, he swore. She teased her own nipples, making them harden into tight peaks before letting her hands wander down to her abdomen, and then lower.
She slid one finger inside of her pussy, and then rubbed it over her clit, so turned on she was practically ready to come.
Cole undressed as he watched, out of his clothes in a matter of seconds. His dick was hard and ready, curving up to his abdomen, a drop of pre-cum on the end.
Holy hell, she wanted him in her.
“I need you,” she whispered.
He stepped closer to her. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
He walked to his end table and whipped out a handkerchief. “On the bed.”
She climbed on the bed, crawling up the headboard, with a notion of what he might be doing. When he told her to lie down and then crawled onto the bed with her, she squeezed her thighs together.
“Please, Cole,” she begged.
He gripped her wrists and pulled them over her head. With quick movements, he tied the handkerchief around her wrists and then bound her to the headboard so her hands were useless, body stretched out before him.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said.
He eased back onto his heels, his cock bobbing under its own weight. He stroked it a few times and she whimpered as her clit pulsed. She wanted his tongue on her clit, and then inside of her, fucking her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
As if reading her mind, he spread her thighs, exposing her gleaming pussy.
“Perfect,” he murmured. “So wet.”
He lowered his head, trailing his tongue over one thigh, then the other, before running it to her center. He licked just below the small thatch of hair, teasing her tiny bud without relenting. Her breath caught, body bowing off the bed. He brought her close to the brink and then slowed, running his tongue lower. He used his fingers to spread the lips of her pussy, then licked from bottom to top before sliding it into her heat.
Eyes shut tight, she relished the sensation as he inserted his tongue into her over and over again. Then he used the rough pad of his thumb at the same time, circling her clit.
“Cole. God, I can’t—”
Words vanished as the orgasm hit her hard. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids as her body tensed. Her legs went ramrod straight, body bowing off the bed. Cole kept tormenting her with his tongue, but held her thighs tightly as her body rolled with pleasure.
“No,” she gasped. “No more. I can’t—”
He smiled at her devilishly, but let her have a break. Her hands twisted against the handkerchief.
“I want to touch you,” she murmured.
His smile widened. He stroked his cock. “Like this?”
Pre-cum oozed down the side, and she watched as his dick grew, dying to have it inside of her.
“Cole. Please.”
He crawled between her legs and slid his dick along her moistened entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, eyes the darkest shade of sapphire that she’d ever seen.
“Yes.”
He took his time running his cock along her slit and then finally, painstakingly, he entered her.