Page 128 of For Cowgirls and Kings

Logically I know what he’s saying is true.But fuck logic right now.

“I don’t care,” I groan into his mouth. Before I have a second to reconsider I climb into his lap, straddling his already reharden dick. The dress I wore is loose, and movement is easy, allowing me to press my aching center to his erection withminimal effort.

“Fuuuucccckkk,” he growls, both of his hands now on my ass, pushing and pulling me in circles. The hard ridge of his dick, long and thick, rubs deliciously against my core, but it’s still not enough.

Not by a long shot.

“Fuck me, please,” I beg. And I mean every word. I want him to take me, viciously, right here where everyone can see. Not only because I need him inside me, but because I want everyone to seehim and me.I want to claim him, and him, me. I need it.

“I’d give you anything.”

He shudders, placing both hands on my waist and lifting me up until my head bumps against the roof of the truck. I stabilize myself, arm outstretched against the ceiling, my other reaching for his erect cock, lining it up with my pussy as he yanks my underwear to the side.

For a second he pauses, eyes boring into mine, his breath mingling with my own.

“Are you sure?” he whispers, and it’s a plea more than a question.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything,” I respond, meaning the words more than he may know. I want him now, and forever, although I know only one of those two options will actually be possible.

I’ll take what I can get even if it kills me later.

His eyes shutter closed. “I’m sorry I didn’t warm you up a little more before, but based on the way you’re already dripping around my cock, I think we’ll be okay.”

I whine at his filthy words, squirming in his hands.

And then he drops me onto his waiting cock, fully thrusting inside of me in one fluid, hard motion. He stretches me to the point of pain, filling me so completely my organs rearrange themselves to accommodate him. And I welcome theutter completeness I feel when he’s buried this deeply inside of me.

I’ll never be the same again. And there’s no part of me that’s sorry—not when I know what it feels like to be with Mateo.

He quivers, his hands now on my back, hugging me as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear, and it shatters my remaining composure.

“Fuck, Mateo, please,” I plead.

“You feel so fucking good, I’m not going to last long, baby.” His voice trembles. Even having just spent his release in my mouth, Mateo’s ready for me again, unhinged and feral with his want for me.

I begin to twist my hips, grinding my clit against his base. Sparks fill my stomach like fireworks, and I drop a hand from the roof to tangle in his perfect hair. We pant in unison, too lost to the lust to do or say much else.

Everytime we’re together it feels better than any person has a right to feel during sex—it has to be a deadly sin, something stolen from a world not meant for us. But this time it’s different. It’s like we’re saying everything we’re too afraid to use words for.

I pour my heart into the space between us, and I can almost feel his, hot and pounding there too.

With hands on my hips, he starts to lift up into me on each circle I make, driving us both higher and higher until I’m covered in beads of sweat, one hand anchored to the ceiling of the truck, the other in his hair, to keep him buried as deep as possible.

My tits bounce in his face, and he sucks at the tops, pressing kisses and small bites all over the freckled covered skin.

“You’re going to kill me,” he cries hoarsely, and my pussy pulses in response. “That’s it. You’re so fucking beautiful like this, so perfect with your tight little pussy strangling my cock. Fuck, take what you need baby.”

“More,” I whimper, not sure exactly what I need. As if reading my mind, his kisses travel up the column of my throat, while one hand comes between us, his fingers instantly finding my clit, pressing firm, small circles there.

I instantly scream, the contact enough to shoot me over the edge of release. Violent tremors consume my body, and I dig my fingers into his scalp to keep from falling completely into the abyss.

“Baby,” he groans, floating through the haze of my release, and I grind against him mindlessly. His fingers bite into my hips, like he’s about to lift me off him, and I force myself to sit down harder.

“No. I want your cum in me.”

“But—”

My eyes snap open, and I will him to hear everything else I’m unable to say. “Please.”