Page 35 of Dirty Cowboys
“I want this,” she whispers. “I want you.”
Duke pulls her jeans off, along with her underwear, leaving her bare from the waist down. The sight of her spread out like that makes my mouth go dry.
“Fuck,” Duke murmurs, his hands trailing up her thighs. “So fucking wet already.”
Indie arches her back as he touches her, a whimper escaping her lips. “Please, Duke. I need?—”
“I know what you need,” he says, lowering his head between her legs. “Let me take care of you.”
His tongue dips into her pussy, and Indie cries out, her hands fisting the hay beneath her. I watch as Duke fucks her with histongue.
“Oh god,” she gasps out, her hips bucking up into his face. “Duke, I’m going to...”
I stare transfixed as Indie falls apart beneath him, her back arching off the hay as she cries out Duke’s name, and he keeps working her as she comes down from her orgasm. Duke doesn’t stop until she’s trembling and pushing at his shoulders.
“Better?” he asks, crawling up her body to press a kiss on her lips.
“Mmm,” she mumbles. “Much better. But what about you?”
“What about me?”
“You’re still dressed,” she points out, her hands already reaching for his belt. “That hardly seems fair.”
Duke catches her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. “Who said anything about fair?” The dominant tone of his voice makes Indie shiver, and I have to adjust myself in my jeans. Watching them together is even hotter than I imagined it would be.
“Please,” Indie whispers. “I want to touch you.”
“You will touch me when I say you can touch me,” Duke commands. “Right now, you’re going to lie there and take what I give you.”
He releases her wrists and stands up, then slowly unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans. When he finally frees his cock, Indie licks her lips.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and sheobeys. He positions himself between her thighs, leaning over her, and braces himself on his forearms.
“Look at me,” he says, and when her eyes meet his, he pushes inside in one slow, steady thrust.
The sound Indie makes goes straight to my cock. I’m rock hard now, my hand unconsciously moving to palm myself through my jeans as I watch Duke move inside her.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he growls against her neck. “So tight and wet for me.”
“Harder,” Indie gasps, her legs wrapping around his waist. “Please, Duke.”
“Do you need to be fucked hard and deep until you can’t think straight?” he says, his pace increasing.
“Yes, fuck yes!”
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the barn, and I’m completely mesmerized, my hand working myself through my jeans as I watch them move together. “Come for me,” Duke commands, his hand moving between their bodies. “Come on my cock.”
Indie screams his name, and they both collapse.
“You shouldn’t watch people fucking,” Walker murmurs. He grabs me by the back of the neck with one hand, while the other palms my cock that is just about to burst.
“I couldn’t help it; we never get to watch Duke fuck.”
“Do you want Duke to fuck you?” His grip on my neck gets tighter, and he forces me to turn, his hand abandoning my cock.
I groan as he pushes me away from the barn. “It has never been a secret that I have, but you know he just likes to tell us what to do and touch his own cock.”
“Now I’m hard as fuck picturing it,” he mutters, pushing me along with the hand still locked around the back of my neck. “But you’re not getting fucked by Duke right now.”
