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Oh, fuck.

I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I needed to get loose, I needed to taste that sweet pussy.

“Ride my face,” I demanded, growling the command.

“No,” she responded sweetly.

She lifted the bottle to her lips, tilting her head all the way back as she waterfalled the amber liquid into her mouth.

Eleanor reached down, grabbing my jaw hard. She squeezed until my mouth opened and her eyes locked on mine. In a slow, methodical movement, she spit the bourbon straight into my mouth.

The liquid was warm, and I waited to swallow, allowing it to pool. Tasting her mixed with the liquor sent a shiver down my spine, igniting the feral flame inside me even more.

“You aren’t in control right now, Colton,” she replied, her hand still grabbing my jaw as she tilted her head to the side, glaring down at me. “Let go.”

She placed a tender kiss on my lips. My eyes fluttered shut as I fell into her. I never gave up control, but right now, I would use the excuse of alcohol and this motel room to let myself give in. If I were being honest with myself, I’d given the power to her on a silver platter the moment I agreed to let her tie me up.

“You’re mine tonight,” she whispered and sat up. The leather of my belt was tight against my wrist, the material cutting slightly into my skin, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Eleanor looked like a masterpiece as she straddled me, fully naked. Round breasts, soft hips that I ached to reach out and run my hands across.

Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes.

Eleanor climbed off me, placing the bottle of liquor on the nightstand and grabbing something from the floor. She walked around the foot of the bed, coming up to me wearing a devilish grin on her face as she instructed me, “Open wide.”

I followed her command and I let my jaw hang open. Eleanor’s hand came into view and dangling from her pointer finger was the thong she had been wearing. With devious intent, she balled up the fabric and shoved it into my mouth. The lace texture brushed against my tongue, the taste of her arousal definite.

Eleanor had shoved her panties into my mouth as a gag.

Then, she undressed me completely, leaving me in the open shirt and nothing else.

Remounting me, she swung a leg on each side. Her thighs framed my hips, pussy irresistibly close to my aching cock. I could feel the heat radiating off her core.

“How do you feel about me riding the cowboy, Mr. Stone?” Eleanor went up on her knees, positioning herself above my length.

I choked back another whimper, seeing her look so regal on top of me—a queen on her throne.

“I need you to nod,” she demanded, waiting for me to consent to the undoing she was about to deliver.

So I did.

That was the confirmation she needed to sink down along my shaft, the wetness of her pussy engulfing me in sweet heat. She felt unreal, and out-of-this-world-type pleasure surged through me.

Eleanor placed her hands on my bare chest and fell into a rhythm of languid circular motions as she swirled her hips. I had to bite my tongue to keep from coming right away. The sensation of her walls clenching, hitting her at different angles, was too much. Not to mention the grunts and whimpers that came from her as she closed her eyes and threw her head back while riding my cock.

The fabric of her thong muffled my sounds of pleasure as she began to bounce on me, using my chest as support to lift up and crash back down. Gone were the slow, teasing movements as she let go of her control as well.

“Oh, Colton.” She rocked, that damn hat staying like glue on the top of her head. “You feel so good.” She grunted and bounced, having fun with my body as I lay, unable to react.

Her voice filled the space, moaning more praise.

“Your cock is so big.”

“You fill me so good.”

“Yes, right there.”

That needy voice, rising a few octaves, is what sent me spilling inside her far too fucking quickly.