Page 30 of Snowed In with the Wrong Cowboy
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CALLUM
My hand’s already in Piper’s pants, finding her soaked and aching for it. She moans against my other hand, eyes fluttering shut as I slide two fingers deep inside her.
“Shhh,” I growl against her ear.
She nods, her hips bucking as I slide a third finger in. She’s so fucking wet and responsive, clenching around my fingers as I work her.
I can feel her getting close, her breaths coming faster against my palm. But she’s moaning too loud, even with my hand over her mouth.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy and she whimpers, her eyes snapping open in protest.
“I see you’re having a hard time being quiet,” I say.
I lean over to the nightstand, grabbing a red bandana. Her eyes widen as I fold it into a strip.
“Open your mouth,” I command, and she parts her lips, letting me tie the bandana around her mouth, securing it at the back of her head.
I slide off the bed, grabbing my leather belt hanging on the wall. I loop it around her neck like a leash. I tug lightly, testing her, and she arches her neck, following the pull.
“That’s it, darlin’”
My hands grip my flannel she’s wearing. With a rough yank, I tear it open, buttons popping and scattering. My fingers dig into the waistband of her sweatpants—my sweatpants—and I rip them down. The bed creaks, and I know it’ll be too loud for what I’m about to do.
“Bed’s too noisy. We’re taking this to the floor.”
I tug the belt, guiding her off the bed.
“On your knees,” I order, stepping back to stand across the room. “You know, when I’m training livestock, we keep them in line with control and clear command. You’re gonna follow my commands now. Crawl to me.”
She lowers herself to her hands and knees, moving slowly across the hardwood floor. The sight of her crawling, the belt swaying slightly around her neck… it’s too fucking hot.
When she reaches me, I tilt her chin up.
“Touch yourself,” I say. “Show me how much you want this.”
Her hand slides between her thighs, fingers circling her clit, and a muffled moan escapes through the bandana. It’s too loud again.
“Quiet,” I hiss.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she works herself, but she’s too lost in it to stay quiet. I untie the bandana, letting it fall to the floor. I shove down my sweatpants, kicking them off along with my shirt, stripping myself bare. I guide her head toward my cock.
“Now suck,” I say, pressing my cock against her lips. “This will keep you quiet.”
She takes me into her mouth, her tongue swirling, and a moan vibrates around me. So fucking hot I nearly lose it. I guide her with the belt, controlling the pace.
“That’s it. Take my cock.”
I let her suck until I’m ready to pull out. I tug the belt, pulling her to her feet, and quickly retie the bandana around her mouth before guiding her back down to the floor.
“Climb on top of me. I want you to ride me.”
She straddles me and slides down onto my cock. I hold the belt taut in my hand, controlling her movements.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, keeping my voice low. “I’d love to punish you for those moans earlier, spank that perfect ass, but we can’t wake my sister, can we?”
She shakes her head, her muffled whimpers driving me wild.
