Page 32 of Lasso Lovebirds

Fuck. I really liked it. In fact, my mind was still spinning. No one had ever said something like that to me.

“I’ve been wanting to call you a good boy for years.”

“Oh really?”

“Mm-hmm.” Pris grinned. “Just seems like something you’ve needed to hear for a while.”

“I think I agree, given how . . . how it made me feel.”

“Good . . . Beau,wheredo you keep your lube?”

“Top drawer. Condoms, too. Although, they’ve probably gathered dust at this point.”

Pris slid off me with a chuckle. “Well, time to dust them all off then, huh?”

I raised my head, my cock standing straight up as I watched her hips sway. She walked over to my dresser and pulled the top drawer open, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. My tongue was tied as she turned back to face me.

Gods, she was beautiful. I’d always thought so, of course. But seeing her like this, fully naked and aroused and walking straight toward me—I was the luckiest man alive. The luckiest damn man alive.

She knelt back onto the bed and I took the bottle from her, dragging her back on top of me. She laughed as she stretched out, the two of us kissing until we had to catch our breath.

“I want to ride you, cowboy,” she said.

“Anything you want, darlin’,” I huffed.

I felt around for the condom and opened it while she uncapped the bottle of lube. Between the two of us, we got it fit over my cock. She poured a generous amount into her palms and stroked me up and down, the liquid glistening. I pulled her to the side, her thighs part as I took the lube from her, pouring more onto my fingers and warming it before touching her. Dark curls gave way to her pussy, already shining from her wetness. My mouth watered as I studied her clit.

“I want to feast on you,” I rasped. “I want to finger fuck you until you scream out my name.”

“Beau,” she gasped. “And you said you didn’t have the words.”

Maybe I did have them when it came to talking about what I wanted to do to her. “Tonight, when you come to me, we’re going to take our sweet damn time. I don’t care if I sleep a wink.”

“Promise?” she teased.

I answered by pushing two fingers against her, spreading the lube over her pussy. She whined as I circled her clit slowly, fighting every instinct that screamed for me to bury my face between her thighs and spend the next hour eating her out and making her come on my face.

She arched as I carefully slid one finger inside her, and then a second, moving them in and out with ease. She was so wet, her pussy hot and needy. My cock felt the same way. I needed to be inside of her, needed to know what it was going to feel like to finally fuck her.

She planted her hand against my chest and shoved me back again, taking the reins.

Nerves suddenly fluttered like a thousand butterflies. “Are you sure?” I asked softly, swallowing hard.

“Yes. Are you?”

“Yes,” I said, grabbing her hips and lifting her.

She squeaked as I sat her on top of me. A laugh bubbled up from her as she leaned forward, kissing me while I took hold of my cock and guided it to her entrance.

“I’ll take it slow,” she rasped softly.

Gently, she sat back, taking the first inch slowly. Pleasure popped like fireworks, my entire body humming in response as she carefully took more, her pussy clenching around me as she adjusted to my size.

“Fuck,” she huffed.

“Too much? I can add more lube?—”

“No,” she hissed. “It’s just been a long time and I’m taking it slow.”

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