Page 90 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

“Do you trust me?” I asked him.

“Fuck no, I don’t,” he said. I brought my fingertips up to his hole, putting a gentle pressure there. “Ugh. Yes. I really do.”

“I want you to take my finger while you make yourself come,” I said.

He sighed, shifting on his knees. I could sense the tension building up in him again. “That’s pretty different from a tongue.”

Sometimes Max could get so mouthy with me that I forgot how new he was to all of this.

Other times, it was easy to see how inexperienced he was. He wasn’t exactlyshy, but he needed me to take the lead.

“Hand back on your cock,” I told him. “You’re doing well, Baby Blue. Don’t worry so much.”

“Fuck,” he uttered as I slowly started to push my finger into him. He was slick enough for one, but definitely not two. I didn’t want to freak him out, just… push his limits.

“God, you could not imagine how badly I want to be inside you,” I growled, pushing my finger a little deeper. “Tight as fucking hell?—”

“Not happening.”

“Not ‘til you beg me for it, at least.”

He relaxed around my finger slowly, and I could tell he was finally stroking his cock again in earnest.

“Draven,” he murmured.

“Just relax. I know it hurts a little.”

“It feels really fucking good,” he said, his voice dropping a register.

I groaned deeply, something warm surging in my chest. Something almost…tender. What in the goddamn fuck was that?

My cock throbbed as I watched the gentle curve of the arch of his back, seeing him gently push backward onto my finger now, asking for a little more. But there was also that distinct feeling in my chest. Like I was proud of him. Getting to see him let go and give in to his desires…

I sucked in a sharp breath of the balmy evening air, trying to get grounded back into reality.

“That’s because I’m just starting to stroke along your prostate,” I told him. “Pretty simple, actually.”

“Do it again.”

I obliged him, moving my finger up along the ridge where I knew he liked it best. “That fist better be tight around your cock.”

He groaned in pleasure, pushing back even further against my finger. “It is, Draven.”

Maintain control.

The less feeling you put into this, the better off you’ll be.

“Tell me you like this,” I barked at him.

“I like it,” he said in a low whisper. “I really like this.”

“Be more specific.”

His ass tightened around me, and I could only imagine how good that would feel around my cock.

“I like it when you’re inside me,” he uttered. “I like feeling you fill me up.”

“And?”

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