Page 89 of West Bound
She doesn’t waste time after that. Guiding herself down onto my cock. I groan, leaning my head back against the rail of the fence once she’s fully seated. She’s so fucking warm and wet and perfect. I don’t deserve her, but I think I might love being at her mercy.
She braces her hands on my shoulders, and she rocks herself up and over my cock. Once. Twice. It’s too fucking good. I could die like this. She could kill me once she’s done with me, and I’d thank her for it.
“God, I love the way you feel. You’re so perfect.” She praises me softly as she works her tight cunt up and down on my cock.
“Are you always this nice to your captives? I think I could get used to this. You feel like an angel of fucking mercy.” I manage the words in between stuttered breaths as I watch her.
She’s fucking stunning, her dress splayed out around our laps, fluttering as she works up and down. Her chest and her neck flushed from the effort, and her cheeks bright with color. My cowboy hat slips back on her head as her lashes lift.
“I’m just going easy on you this first time. Letting you get warmed up for me. Don’t get used to it,” she taunts me, her lips twitching as she suppresses a smile.
“You better use your fingers on that pretty little clit of yours since I can’t, sweetheart. I won’t last if you keep up like this. You’ll be disappointed,” I warn her because I can feel the wave of my orgasm building already.
“Oh, I’m counting on being disappointed and having you apologize with that mouth of yours for a good ten minutes before I come,” she snaps back, not missing a beat, and fuck does it do something for me to hear her talk like that. She can see it on my face because she grins in response.
“I have bad news if you think that’s going to punish me.”
“I have bad news if you think that’s the worst of it.” She kisses her way up my jaw and lets out a soft moan against my ear as she switches her angle slightly. I lean forward and groan into her shoulder. Her tight little cunt squeezes me for everything I’m worth as she breathes curses against my cheek and down my neck. She fucks me until I’m so close I can feel the edge of my orgasm. I can tell she’s working herself close too, almost there, when she wrenches herself away.
She climbs off me and takes a long, deep breath, pinching her eyes shut like she does when she’s trying to concentrate. Ithink she’s going to climb back on, work me over from a different angle, but instead she deprives us both.
“What the fuck?” I stare up at her, confused and aching for her to finish me off.
“You don’t get to come that easy.” She shakes her head, unmoved by how wickedly cruel she’s being right now. But I can see her struggle to concentrate, turning her head toward the mountains to take a breath and steady her own impulses.
Her attention returns to me as she works to clean me up gently. The touches taunt me, her sweet ministrations only a hint of what she’s capable of as she handles me like I’m glass instead of the reality. A cock so fucking hard it might as well be granite, the head swollen and dripping as she wipes me clean with the hem of her dress—every inch as desperate as I am to be back inside of her.
I want her. Fuck, if we’re honest, I need her. Especially now. But she won’t let me get off easy. She’ll torture me, I can see it in her eyes.
“Fine. Come here.” I nod to her soaking wet little cunt. “Let me taste what I did earn.” My voice is rough, but she doesn’t miss the arrogance in my tone.
“You didn’t earn it.” She looks to me, her brow rising in admonishment for being smart.
“No? You’re that wet for someone else?”
“I did all the work.”
“On my perfect cock.” My smirk spreads wider, and her eyes narrow in response.
“Get on your knees,” she demands, standing up along with me. It takes me a minute with the way she’s got my jeans twisted, and she smiles at me struggling. “Do you need help?”
I grumble under my breath, and she grabs the waistband that’s trapped around my legs. I assume she’s going to help me pull them back up, but instead, she yanks them to the ground.
“What the hell?” I ask, looking up at her.
“You didn’t ask nicely. Besides. I don’t want them in my way next time.” She studies my face as I lift a brow. “Don’t worry. I have faith in you. I’m sure Father Levi can work a miracle even if the cowboy in here can’t.” She pats my chest gently, taunting me with a wry little smirk.
It gets the rise she’s hoping for because now I’m determined to get her off as many times as it takes to satisfy her little game. I kick off my jeans and boots with her help and kneel down in the grass, looking up at her. She nibbles her lower lip like she does when she’s nervous, and I run my tongue along my teeth and shake my head.
“No time for being shy now, darlin’. You wanted the fucking wolf, so get up here so he can fucking eat you.”
Amusement and desire flicker over her face in rapid order, and she takes two tentative steps forward. If she let me out of these fucking ropes, I’d have her in the grass by now, face down, ass up while I ate her until she screamed. But as it stands, it’ll be more of a challenge. I can coax her through it with my tongue though.
“Spread wider and stand over me. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.” I look up at her, holding her gaze while she brings herself within an inch of my mouth. “Lift the skirt.”
She pulls it up slowly, inch by inch, until I have a full view of her. My mouth waters with the thought of how she tastes. If she thought she’d win this game, she picked the wrong man.
“Grab the fence post,” I order. “You’ll need it.”
