Page 91 of Bad Cowboy, Tennessee

He was breathing faster now, stroking his cock quickly, too.

“And I like that it’syou,” he admitted. “I don’t fucking want this from anyone else but—but when it’s you, I fucking lose my mind for it?—”

“Perfect,” I told him.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My own cock was aching and heavy between my legs, neglected, occasionally grazing the soft skin of the back of his thighs. I kept one hand up against Max’sass and closed the other around my cock, a flood of relief rushing through me as I finally touched myself.

“Never wanted to fuck someone more in my goddamn life.”

Fuck.

I said that out loud.

“Draven,” he said, and the sound of my name on his lips was a little too enjoyable.

“You want to come?” I asked.

“Please?”

I moved one more finger up to his hole and started to push a second digit in—just slightly, just enough to really make him feel it.

“Come for me.”

“Fuck,” he called out, his voice loud enough that if therewereanybody around, there sure would have heard it.

The stretch of the tip of my second finger was enough to make him lose control. His ass tightened around me stronger than ever and I felt him tense up, coming onto the blanket below us.

I was so turned on it almost hurt. I kept my hand on my cock but slowly pulled my fingers out of him, watching his body go a little bit slack after his release. He breathed deeply and evenly, turning over on the blanket.

I groaned deeply as I saw him flip over and got to witness the front of his body. He still had one hand lazily draped around the base of his cock and it was covered in some streaks of white, along with plenty more on the blanket.

But the best part, as always, was his face.

Gorgeous. Flushed pink. His big eyes, half-lidded right now, looking like he’d sunk deep into some trance.

I did that to you.

And I will fucking do it again.

His gaze lazily scanned my entire body. He watched my face at first, then glanced lower, watching me steadily beat my cock as I looked at his utterly ruined body beneath me.

When he moved, sitting up and getting on his knees, at first I just thought he wanted to change positions.

But then he moved forward.

And then he was coming closer, until his face was right in front of my cock while I sat up on my knees.

Didn’t think you were ready for that…

“Kiss it,” I commanded him.

He didn’t even give me any of his usual backtalk. I hummed low as I watched him go in without hesitation, his lips landing on the swollen head of my cock as I gripped the base of it.

His tongue came out to taste the precum on my tip. “Not bad,” he said.

Holy fuck.

The way it made his lips look.

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