Page 122 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

“That’s your biggest problem. You deserve a happy little life with a nice woman in Tennessee.”

“Fuck that,” I growled, bucking my hips to fuck his fist. “I deservethis.”

His teeth came down around my bottom lip and he sucked on it as his thumb slid over the head of my cock.

“You’re impossible,” he said.

“Let me sit on your cock.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please, sir,” I pleaded. “Let me sink down on your cock before you make me come with just your hand?”

“Better.”

“Fuck me. Now.”

He exhaled. “You don’t know what you’re in for, baby. Take off your pants.”

In a moment, his hand was gone from my cock and I missed it instantly. He stood up, reaching for the bottle of lube and flicking open the cap.

I pulled off my pants and got naked for him, waiting on the sheets.

Gazing down at his cock, stiff and thick and veined, certainlywaytoo goddamn big to imagine fitting inside me.

I wanted it, but how the fuck was I going to take it?

Draven slicked his fingers and got in bed, lying down beside me.

“Get on top of me,” he commanded, “and sit on my finger.”

I swallowed, nodding and moving to drape one leg over him until I was straddling him. I felt his slicked fingers come up against my hole, not pressing inside yet, but teasing around the ring of muscle.

From where I was sitting I could gaze down at his face. His dark hair, spilling out over the pillow behind his head. His fingers, resting on my thigh.

I’d been attracted to women before in the past, but none of that had ever felt like this.

I would let this man do anything to me.

Against my better judgment.

I pushed downward, sitting on his finger as he slowly pushed it inside me. Already I felt impatient, wanting more but knowing I couldn’t currently take it.

Work me open so you can fill me up.

I pushed past the slight pain of one finger, and when he added a second one, it was more than double the intensity.

He kept his gaze firmly planted on me, his eyesdaringme to stop, even for just a second.

I wasn’t going to stop.

I could take it.

I sat down further on his fingers, pushing myself to take more.

“Perfect,” he murmured, and the praise only made me want to do better.

He used his free hand to toy with my cock, pushing around my precum on the tip, teasing me, and occasionally giving it a firm squeeze. He made sure to never truly jerk me off, instead edging me along with quick touches and maddening little grips that made me desperate for more.

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