Buck Me Cowboy

“Do you like it?” I coo, cocking a hip sassily.

“I love it,” he answers without hesitation. Moving slowly, I walk towards him before lifting one leg, resting my knee on the side of his thigh and following suit with my other leg so I’m straddling that hard body. His hands roam over my body aggressively, squeezing my ass when he reaches my plump backside.

But I’m not done yet.

“Cowboy,” comes my muffled purr, “I have something for you.”

“Oh yeah?” he grunts, palming my tits, squeezing those hard nipples until I squeal again. “It better be your sloppy cunt.”

I giggle again.

“It is,” I assure him, “but something else too. Here, look,” comes my purr, and I open my mouth, showing him inside. Because I’ve saved a mouthful of his cum, the white spunk sticky and goopy between my lips, savory and sweet just for him.

Tyler looks and instantly, those eyes burn fiercely again.

“Fuck you’re so fucking dirty,” he grunts, pulling me close for a kiss. “What a fucking nasty ho. Let me taste it,” he commands.

And like a monster, the alpha frenches me then, drinking his own sperm, gulping the dirty snowball.

“Aw fuck,” comes that masculine grunt, his mouth chewing slightly, eating up the goop. “You are sexy as fuck Maisie. I’m gonna fuck you until your pussy’s overflowing with cum,” he says slowly before kissing me passionately again, licking away the last droplets of sperm.

An electric pulse radiates through my body then, everything humming and horny. Shit, Tyler makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world, ready to play in the gutter together. My hips grind against his still erect dick while his mouth laps at mine, savoring the white.

But the new me isn’t in control because I make a big boo-boo then.

“I love you,” the words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them. What the hell? Why the hell did I say that? This is a time to grind pussy on dick, to taste his fluids and let him spurt deep, not to proclaim myself. What the hell just happened? My heart thunders at a hundred miles an hour, breath coming fast. Oh my god, oh my god, why why why? How could I be so stupid? I want to commit suicide at the moment, to melt into the ground and disappear.

But to my surprise Tyler doesn’t look scared, shooting me a slow grin instead.

“Yeah, I know,” comes that low growl, filled with supreme masculine confidence. “I know.”

That makes me jerk back, eyes flitting to his.

“You know?” comes my whisper. “What do you mean, you know?”

Tyler can’t be shaken.

“Trust me honey,” he growls. “I know when a woman loves me. You tell me with this,” he says, touching my stiff nipples, “and this,” he continues, running a finger through my slit until it’s creamy with female juice. “But most of all, with this,” he says, touching my temple. “You watch me all the time, baby girl, you pant for me, you think about me all the time. I know,” he finishes in a rumble.

And I can’t deny it. I’m in love with this man, absolutely his in every way, shape and form. So I don’t even try to deny it.

“Yes,” I whisper back and he cups my ass, lifting me up. Our eyes are interlocked and without a word I know he loves me too. I can feel it in every ounce of my being.

Never breaking eye contact, Tyler slowly pulls the panties down my legs, taking in my wet pussy. Raising the lace to his face, he inhales deeply before tossing them across the room. A smirk of arrogant confidence overtakes his face, and I shiver, lost to him. Oh god, oh god, this is my man, and there are no winners or losers, just us.

“Open up for me. I need you soaking tonight,” he grunts harshly, and like a slave, I spread my legs for him. His head drops between my legs and my pussy involuntarily thrusts forward, crashing into his waiting tongue.

He inhales deeply, eyes closing, breathing in my cunt smell before going in for a deep lick, making me throw my head back and whine, high-pitched and needy.

A low growl of approval escapes his throat.

“You’re always so fucking wet,” comes that harsh rasp. “You wanna be my nasty girl?” he grunts before circling my opening with the tip of his tongue. Oh god. I’m already teetering on the edge of climax and he’s barely touched me. My God, he owns my body.

“Tyler, yes, please!” I moan, thrashing and twisting, as he tugs a pussy lip with his mouth. Sensing my need for release, the alpha dives into my sex with that expert tongue, working me over, female juices flowing like nectar. The vibrations are rising quickly and I lift my legs into the air to give him full access, rolling backwards until my ankles are almost up by my ears.