Page 138 of Sawyer

Thoselegs. Jesus Christ.

Taking my dick in my hand, I stand beside the bed. “Open your fucking mouth and taste just how much I like it.”

Ava bites her lip. Then, using her knuckle to tip back her hat, she leans in and presses her lips to my tip. At the same time, she reaches up and runs her fingertips over my left nipple.

I jerk, seeing stars at the hot, soft feel of her mouth as she opens a little and licks my head. Giving myself a stroke, I watch her lap up a bead of pre-cum.

“Look at you, swallowing me like the greedy girl you are.”

“I am greedy.” Her eyes flick to meet mine. “I want all of you, cowboy.”

I lean down to kiss her, hard. I taste myself on her lips, the saltiness mingling with the clean flavor of her mouth. “You have me, pretty girl.”

Her fingers move to the Roman numerals tattooed on my chest.

“Ella’s birthday,” Ava murmurs. “Has to be, right?”

“Good guess. Best day of my life.”

She grins. “It really is, isn’t it?”

“Only started getting tattoos after becoming a dad. That weird?”

“That’s hot.”

“How hot? Open those legs and show me how wet I make you.”

Chuckling against my lips, she does as I told her. She scoots back a little on the bed, her knees falling open to reveal the hot pink heaven of her slit. She touches herself, her first two fingers gliding easily through her slickness as she moans my name.

I smile. Never gets old, hearing a gorgeous girl say your name when she realizes just how wet she is for you.

Giving myself another stroke, my balls tightening to an almost-painful degree, I climb onto the bed beside her. She takes my face in her hands and pulls me down for a deep, messy kiss.

Then, without warning, I feel something land on my head. Opening my eyes, I see that Ava’s not wearing her hat anymore.

I am.

“Hold up, hold up,” I say, cupping the crown of the hat in my hand. “I thought the saying waswear the hat, ride the cowboy?”

Her eyes flash. “You clearly haven’t been hanging out with enough cowgirls. The saying works both ways—you wear my hat, you ride the cowgirl.”

“Question.”

“Shoot.”

“Can the cowgirl ride me too if I ask her?”

Licking her lips, she falls onto her back, her hair a golden halo around her head on the pillow. “Let’s see what kind of stamina you got.”

“Did you not see me tonight?” Climbing over her, I settle myself between her legs. “I didn’t ride near as well as you did, but I still rode hard. I ain’t a quitter.”

“You’re not.”

My heart cramps when she runs her fingertips tenderly through the hair on my chest.

“Love me, Sawyer. Please.”

“Aw, baby, like you even need to ask.” Hiking her knee up to my side, I lift my hips. “Put me inside you. I been dyin’ for this all night. All day.”

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