Page 99 of Buck ’Em Cowgirl

“Oh, baby.” He smirked, smearing the last drop of cum across my lips with his thumb before slipping it inside my mouth. “We’re just getting started.”

He gripped the hem of his shirt, ripping off the buttons and throwing it on the ground. My breath hitched at the sight—broad chest, muscles carved in hard ridges, tan skin dusted with dark hair leading down his stomach, where his cock still hung thick and heavy.

Without warning, he bent, strong arms wrapping around me, his big hands cupping my ass as he hauled me up against his bare chest. I let out a startled gasp.

“Beau—” I started, but his mouth was already on me.

His tongue pushed past my lips, tangling with mine, tasting his cum still lingering there. He groaned against my mouth, digging his fingers into my ass as he carried me through the house.

By the time we reached my bedroom, I was panting, my skin buzzing, my body aching to be filled.

“Your turn,” he muttered as he dropped me onto the bed.

He slid his calloused fingers up my thighs, shoving my legs apart. His eyes flashed as he dragged his thumb over the indents in my skin, right where his belt buckle had dug in when I was grinding against him.

“You got my belt buckle imprinted in your thighs, baby.”

I shivered at the possessiveness in his voice, at the way his hands moved, pushing my legs wider, spreading me open for him.

“Now,” he growled and dragged his mouth down my body, licking at the mess he’d left on my tits, sucking a nipple into his mouth to hear me moan. He slipped his fingers between my soaked folds, teasing, rubbing, making me arch beneath him. “Time to see if you taste as good as I remember.”

He slid lower, pressing my thighs to the mattress as he buried his face between them, dragging his tongue through my dripping heat with a groan so deep I swore I could feel it vibrate inside me.

And fuck—Beau was not a man who played nice.

He was about to eat me like he was fucking starving.

His mouth was relentless, his tongue dragging through my slick folds. His grip kept me spread open for him as he devoured me, groaning into my cunt like he couldn’t get enough.

I writhed beneath him, gripping the sheets, my body trembling as he sucked my clit between his lips, his fingers teasing my entrance but never pushing in. He was toying with me, keeping me right on the edge, his tongue flicking, circling, then pulling away when I was about to fall apart.

“Beau, please,” I sobbed, my hips bucking against his face, desperate for more. “I need to come—fuck, I need you inside me.”

He chuckled as he lifted his head to meet my eyes. His chin was soaked, lips swollen from ruining me.

“You want it that bad, baby?” His voice was a gravelly tease, fingers gliding up my slit, pressing enough to make me gasp.

I nodded frantically. “Please, Beau. Fuck me.”

“You beg so fuckin’ pretty.” His smirk widened. “Condom?”

I nodded, breathless, pointing to the nightstand. I kept them there . . . in case.

Beau didn’t hesitate. He grabbed one, tore the wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled it down his thick cock in one smooth stroke.

Then he was on me, hands gripping my thighs, spreading me open as he lined himself up.

“You ready for me, baby?” The head of his cock nudged against my soaked entrance. “Been fuckin’ dripping since you got on your knees for me.”

“Please,” I whimpered, my body arching, desperate for him to push in.

“Please what?” He dragged his length through my folds, teasing, smearing my wetness along his cock. “C’mon, Cowgirl. You begged so pretty before. Let me hear it.”

“I need you to fuck me,” I gasped, gripping his shoulders, nails digging in.

His grin was pure sin. “That’s my girl.”

He slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. My back arched off the mattress, a strangled cry ripping from my throat. He was so fucking thick, stretching me wide, filling me completely.