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“What?” I ask.

She raises an eyebrow. “I want you face down, ass up, cowboy. I told you to get to work, didn’t I? Worship my pussy. Let’s see if you remember how to pleasure a woman.”

I don’t hesitate. And I sure as fuck see how easy the word “Mistress” falls out of Collin’s lips, because I’m fighting the urge to call her that too.

In seconds, I’m in the exact position she demanded with my hands wrapped around her thighs, forcing them apart. My tongue slides through her folds, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head at the taste of her.

New addiction: unlocked.

I look up at Kayla through my eyelashes and resist the urge to preen like a peacock at the sight of her back arched and hands gripping at the hay behind her. “Oh fuck.”

I don’t say a word. Instead, my mouth moves up, and my lips suction on her clit.

Her back arches farther. “Holy shit! You’ll make me cum so fast like that. Stop.”

Like hell.

I suck at it harder, tearing a moan out of her throat.

She whines, “Miles!”

I grunt at my name coming out of her mouth with my mouth latched onto her like this.

Collin moans from behind us. “Fuck, this is making me want to cum so bad.”

Kayla picks her head up to look at him. “So, cum then.”

He growls. “I can’t touch my dick. Why did I do this?”

Kayla’s tone turns playful and mocking. “I didn’t say to touch your cock. I told you to fucking cum, whore. I’ve made you cum hands free before. Don’t act like you’re not slutty enough to drip cum on Miles’ barn floor.”

“Oh shit,” Collin groans out.

I move back from Kayla’s pussy, only to slide one of my fingers in and curl it toward me. I hit her G-spot immediately, forcing her to cry out.

“Hands free?” I ask, voice rough.

Kayla’s face morphs into one of pleasured pain. “Nooooo,” she whines. “I’ll squirt.”

I grunt and immediately slide another finger in. “How tragic.”

Her answering moan fuels me, and I pump my fingers harder before lowering my mouth back to her clit.

Her right leg goes to wrap around me, only for it to be shoved back by Collin. His moan comes out hard. “If I have to cum hands free, you have to squirt for us, completely spread.”

Kayla’s moans grow, and I feel the start of her pussy beginning to butterfly. “Yeah? You gonna hold your Mistress still, brat?”

Collin chuckles, even as his tone comes out firm. “I’m gonna hold my girlfriend still while our older cowboy tastes your squirt. Then you can have your control back.”

It’s Kayla’s breaking point. As if Collin saying that pushes her out of a kink headspace and more into the current moment. She clamps down on my fingers, and seconds later, her cum is gushing out of her pussy and covering my hand. I release her clit from my mouth, selfishly needing to taste it, and my answering moan is nearly guttural.

Collin’s moans echo with mine. “Oh fuck. Shit. Fuck, yes.”

Moving my head to look at him, I see his face is full of ecstasy as he continues to hold Kayla’s leg. My eyes drop down to his cock, just as cum starts to spill out of him.

Without him even touching it.

Fucking hell.