Page 123 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

“I’m ready.”

“Don’t think you are,” he said.

“Maybe I don’t care.”

“You think you can take my cock?” he asked, slapping his thick shaft up against the cleft of my ass.

“Stop messing with me,” I groaned, and he did it again, right as his fingers hitched up against my prostate.

“Could keep you like this for hours,” he murmured.

“I’d come sooner than that.”

He moved his hand away from my cock and reached up to pinch one of my nipples instead. I shoved my ass down onto his fingers inside me, a sharp pain hitting me. I ignored it.

“Come on,” I continued. “You’ve fucked a million people, from what I’ve gathered. Just fuck me. Use me, like I’m one of the people at your parties.”

His expression darkened like a passing cloud.

“Don’t say that again.”

I paused for a moment, unable to tell if I’d struck a bad chord in him.

“Didn’t you have fun at your parties?”

“Once upon a time,” he said. “But this is nothing like that, Max. You’re nothing like that.”

“All the more reason to give me what I want, then.”

He pulled in a deep breath, his gaze dancing over my body.

And then, like I’d done a magic trick, I watched him reach over for the condom on the bedside table. He slid his fingers out of me and reached around, wrapping his dick and slicking it with more lube.

“You’re not ready,” he said. “But I’m going to go slow. Watch what you fucking say as you take my cock.”

The tone he was using pissed me off. “What? I’m not allowed to tell you to use me?”

He pushed the tip of his cock up against my hole, and only a little bit had gone in before I realized just how much I needed to be stretched.

“Careful,” Draven warned.

“Goddamn,” I whispered.

It seemed like I would be too tight forever. Draven watched me closely, giving me his cock little by little, then stopping.

“I’ve been using you since the moment I met you,” he said in a low tone now. “I use you for my own pleasure, but also for my own pain. I fucking torture myself, using you, Max.”

“Fucking bullshit,” I breathed, sinking down another millimeter onto his cock. My whole body was heated now, and every time I took more of him, my skin burned a little more.

His eyes were pinning me. “I use you to pretend I’m normal. To pretend I could ever deserve someone like you. I use you like you’re a fucking fantasy, Baby Blue, and I use you to lavish attention on my cock because I need your touch.”

“Is that what it is?”

He pushed deeper. “I’m not good for you.”

“You feel fuckingperfect.”

“I’m hurting you. As we speak. And look at you.”

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