Page 126 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

In a flash, Draven moved one hand back to tease his fingertips around the ring of my holeashe fucked me. He prodded at it, as if he was threatening to push another finger inside me.

A fingerbesidehis cock, stretching me even further.

“I’ll kill you if you do that,” I growled.

“Is that right?”

His fingertip continued to tease at me, occasionally pressing a little harder, more little threats.

Each time, my cock throbbed.

Hating it.

Lovingit.

I did as Draven said, starting to pump my cock as he fucked my ass.

Every time he teased a little more pain out of me his eyes flared wide, and I looked down at him.

My sick-minded, twisted fuckingmonster.

No one had ever gotten to me like this.

He had me wrapped around him, and all I wanted was to have him fuckingwantme as much as I wanted him.

“We are fucked,” he said, shaking his head a little. “You’d let meruin your life.”

“I’d let you destroy me,” I told him.

“I love you,” he uttered, his voice thick with lust. “I love every fucking thing about you. You’re going to come for me. Harder than you ever have before.”

“I know,” I breathed.

His cock pumped harder into me. I gripped my dick tight in my fist as I felt him try to slide a finger in alongside his cock in me.

It wouldn’t fit, but the pressure of him trying was enough to send me over the edge.

“Need you,” I uttered. “Need to come. I’m going to fucking come for you?—”

“Give meeverything.”

I felt it build up inside me suddenly, like a storm about to spill out from the sky. Sensation built low at the base of my cock, my balls tightening as Draven used his hips to shove his cock deep into me.

I realized that he was coming, too. I could feel the pulses of his cock each time, and he looked at me like he was merging into me.

You have all of me.

Absolutely fucking everything.

I was reduced to nothing but sensation.

The heat of my skin.

The heavy fullness of his cock inside me.

I came as he hit that perfect spot inside me, his other hand coming down to cup my balls as I came, like he was milking every drop out of me. I whispered his name as I came all over my own fist, his abs, and up to his chest, painting him in white.

I fell over him, my lips grazing his, a desperate, haphazard kiss. His tongue came out to slide along my lower lip, tasting me.

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