Bouquets and Buckles: An Age Gap, Snowed In, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge)

“I’m naughty? Says the girl who walked in here wearing nothing but a bra and a pathetic excuse for panties last night. Now suck my dick while I eat your cunt ‘til you can’t argue with me anymore.”

Luke tumbles me down, and in my post-orgasm haze, I’m entirely boneless, allowing him to position me in the sluttiest way possible. Completely naked, on hands and knees over the top of him, with his bulging erection pressing against the front of his jeans, right there in my face.

God. How I want to show this man exactly how much I enjoy having his dick in my mouth.

In between all our midnight fucking, I had a few opportunities to run my tongue over his length, to lick, to wrap my lips around him briefly. This moment right here is the first time I’ll properly get to suck his cock, and I’m practically salivating for him.

Luke lets me kneel over his chest while I work his jeans and briefs in order to take him out. As soon as his cock bobs free, the second my hungry fingers have succeeded in their quest, he strikes. Dragging me back up over his mouth, he tips me forward in order to begin running his tongue all over me again. Building me back up in a way that I didn’t know was even possible for my body twenty-four hours ago.

My mind goes blank, pleasure washes through me, and my toes curl.

“Oh fuck.” I’m the horniest girl alive for this man. “How are you so good? Everything feels so good with you.” My words are part moan, part sob, as I allow my tongue to run the length of him, from root to tip, sloppy and desperate licks that feel incredible against his thickening shaft.

Beneath me, I feel him groan against my pussy, and I take that as my invitation to do it again and again. Drawing as many of those delicious noises as possible out of the cowboy with his head between my thighs.

I’m getting close, the wave starts to build, and the intensity of pleasure winding a path straight through me sends me to a place where nothing exists except trying to please Lucas Rhodes.

I allow a long trail of spit to fall from my lips and watch on in fascination as his dick jerks in response.

Luke makes a muffled noise against my pussy, tightening his hold on my hips. “Ffffuck.”

“Do you like that, Mr. Rhodes?” I’m not sure what has come over me, but there’s a reckless devil at the helm now, and she wants to see this man lose control.

“Christ.” He grunts and drags his teeth across my sensitive flesh. I don’t miss the way his tip glistens and length throbs in response to me calling him that. “If you can still talk, that’s a problem. Be a good girl and give me one more, then I’m going to fill you with my cock all night.”

Luke shoves his tongue inside me and I nearly fall apart right then and there. He’s relentless, devouring me, and I do my best to match his pace, mirroring his actions. Swirling my tongue over the fat head of him before sucking down.

His dick tastes masculine and feels velvety, filling my mouth. That slight saltiness of pre-cum slides across my tongue, and everything about him is perfect. I can take him so much deeper at this angle, letting him in with ease. It’s so fucking hot, like this, on his couch. The fact he’s been so desperate to have me, that he’s still fully clothed and I’m naked… well, that feels powerful somehow.

Like this man would gladly worship me and tend to my needs and my needs alone.

As I start to tremble and feel that rush of pleasure build higher and higher, I’m moaning around his length. His heat and scent fill my senses, and when he works me with two fingers along with his tongue, that does me in. My orgasm hits me with a rolling force. I’m a mess of drool, bobbing up and down, making all sorts of desperate, panting noises.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” In between the buzzing in my ears and the thundering pulse in my neck, I’m being manhandled once more.

Luke flips us so that he’s sitting up and has me in his lap. I’m dimly aware that my arms hook to drape around his neck while letting him maneuver my body, and I don’t fucking care.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

He can have whatever he wants.

“Mmmmfuck. Don’t tempt me with wanting to keep you, sweetheart.” He sinks our mouths together at the same time as impaling me on his fat cock. I’m such a wet and swollen mess after having him eat me until I can’t even think straight that he slides in so fucking deep, stretching me perfectly around him.

All I can do is cling to his neck and whimper into his mouth. Everything turns to bright sparks and unfathomable pleasure. The material of his shirt drags against my hard nipples, and my clit brushes up against his lower stomach.

“God. You’re so tight. So fucking perfect.” He pinches my bottom lip between his teeth, fucking up into me, while my body burns hot and blazing for him. “Give me those tits.”

With calloused, big palms, he cups my breasts. Pinching and squeezing my nipples while dipping his head to suck and swirl his tongue everywhere.

My fingers dig into his unruly hair, and I keep clinging to him. Holding him there with my head dropped back and eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh god. Oh god.” I can feel it. The liquid feeling starts to flow up from my toes, and it’s so good but so much, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

“Milk my cock. That’s it. Just like that.” Luke grunts against my breasts, still lavishing them with attention in a way that feels like he knows every single key to unraveling my body.

“I’m gonna have you wrapped around me until morning. I don’t wanna stop fucking you, it feels too good to stop.”

“I can’t, Luke. It’s too much.” Already, the wave rushes in, preparing to carry me off somewhere into the deepest waters.

“You can. Look at you. Taking me like a fucking dream.” He slides his hand between us, and his thrusts grow more erratic.

My clit is so sensitive, I feel like there’s no way. Not again. Not so soon. It’s impossible…

“God, you squeeze me so tight. That’s it, beautiful, come for me. Steal every last drop out of me. It’s all fucking yours.” His teeth tug on my nipple, just as his thumb finds my clit, and I dissolve. This time, I go blank. The roaring sensation curls through me and sweeps me up in a darkened cloak, where I lose touch with my senses for a moment.

When I come back into my body, our mouths are desperate and hungry, locked in an intense fusion. The taste of myself on Luke as he slides our tongues together is so damn hot I can hardly breathe. He’s buried deep inside me, unloading, pulsing. Holding me so tight against him, it feels like we’re both coming for an eternity.

“Jesus. Fuck.” Panting against my mouth, Luke’s groan is so primal it reaches into my chest and plants itself there.

It’s the kind of noise that makes me never want to stop this with him. That tempts me to forget everything about who this man is to me, the complexities of how our lives are intertwined, and to throw caution to the wind.

How could anything else ever be this good?

“You make me crazy, you know that? This pussy…” He’s so strong, lifting us easily and tumbling me onto my back.

With a hiss, he pulls out, but has a look on his face that tells me he’s still not satisfied.

“Oh my god, Luke… No. I can’t.” My hands push at his head as he falls over me. Kissing and licking a trail down my body. There’s no way in hell. I’m so out of my head with too much pleasure, too soon. A thundering torrent of emotion and overstimulation pours through me, unrelenting, beating frantically through my veins.

“Lie still.” He stares up at me with hooded, darkened eyes from just above my pussy.

I’m still trying to push him away. Trying to inch up the couch, close my legs, and escape whatever he’s got planned for me next.

“No more. I can’t take any more.”

His palms are scalding hot against my knees. Pinning me in place.

“You were begging for my cock not long ago.” He hovers over my pussy with his mouth, trapping me with those dark eyes, and spreads my legs wide for his inspection.

“This is too much,” I whine, although even as I say the words, my fingers clench in his hair. Maybe I’m tugging him closer. Maybe I’m pushing him away. Maybe I’m just a total slut for this cowboy.

“Look at you. Leaking my cum.” His gaze drifts down, and I can feel the slickness of him at my entrance. It’s almost unbearable, having him so close, watching in rapt fascination at the evidence of both of us gathering there. Of the fact he’s made a complete mess of me, and yet can’t seem to get enough of being wedged between my thighs.

“Let me look after you.” It’s a quiet, gravelly murmur. Words that in such a voice, rumble right through me and drop deep into my chest. Latching onto something that had been floating around untethered for so long.

Luke doesn’t wait for me to say anything in reply.

I can’t.

It’s too intimate. It feels like more than just sex when he looks at me like that with those words and traces of my pussy on his lips. I’m a fool if I’m reading more into it than the afterglow of orgasms.

However, he’s not interested in waiting for my response. Luke takes care of me all the same; his mouth fastens over my entrance, and my back bows up off the couch, feeling the scrape of his beard and the insane pleasure he keeps giving me just when I truly think I can’t take anymore.

He gathers up our cum and pushes it back inside me with two fingers, followed by wicked swirls of his tongue, pressing into me until I’m whining his name.

With every single second he treats me so perfectly, this man steals my heart and drives me out of my damn mind.

Before carrying me to bed and continuing to do just as he promised.

Taking care of me for the rest of the night.