Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
stetson
“Famous last words.”
Cove doesn’t sink to her knees like I order, but lowers herself in a squat, legs spread so wide the fabric of her panties slips up the center slit of her pussy. Her heels clack effortlessly despite the position, putting her front and center with my jean-clad cock.
“Feed me your cock, Stet. I’ve got places to be.”
Her head tilts upward to mine, our eyes penetrating through each other. The connection is forceful and carnal. “Like hell you do. The only place you’re needed is right here with my cock stuffed down this pretty throat. Take me out, Cove. Let your needy deprivation bring me pleasure.”
Cove obeys, undoing my buckle and belt before slipping down my jeans.
They drop to my boots, and just when I think she’ll remove my boxers, too, she runs her nails up the back of my bare legs instead, causing a loud hiss to escape me.
“You fucking tease. Miami’s most coveted flight attendant is a walking temptation,” I groan, feeling my cock grow to steel.
“Edge me further. We both know how badly your pussy aches. I can smell your cum from here. Seeping down your legs. You want my cock in your mouth just as bad as I want inside. Don’t you? ”
“I’m not sure anything sounds better,” Cove moans, finally reaching for the waistband of my boxer shorts. The view from up here is otherworldly. Her full tits bounce with every movement, natural, and honestly, the best rack I’ve ever seen.
I want to fuck them. I also want to rub the tip of my cock across those rings.
My cock slips free as she lowers the fabric, and a guttural moan echoes through the confines of the suite. It’s not mine, either. It’s Cove’s. She salivates for a taste of my cock, and I’m going to be a good man and give it to her.
After I give myself some leverage.
My shaft meets her head for head, Cove’s eyes drinking in the swelling veins and ridges, ready for her hand to work them to pleasure.
Her head leans in, and I swat her right tit, urging her back.
Pride fills me when she moans from the slapping, her hand slipping to her aching cunt while I direct her.
“I say what’s next,” I command. “When I say suck, you suck. When I say lick, you lick. When I say choke, you fucking choke.”
Cove nods, and I take the liberty of reaching for her long black strands and bundle them at the top of her head, before yanking her head back to give me the eye contact I need. “Eyes on me or I’ll stop. I want you to struggle. Tap my hand if it becomes too much.”
“It won’t,” she cries. A fog of lust shadows her pupils.
I grin. It’s feral and fills me with adrenaline, tuning into the darkest side of pleasure. My preferred dose. “Open for me. Time to choke on this old cowboy’s cock.”
Her lips part, and I thrust inside. Heat and ecstasy I never knew existed go hand in hand as Cove takes me all the way. The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and my girl doesn’t even budge. No gag. No reflex to shove me away.
A goddamn fantasy scenario right here.
“That’s it, Cove. Suck me off like the good little slut you are.
” She takes me in and out, her hand finding the bottom of my shaft, while short tugs have me nearly blacking out.
“I’m bruising your throat, and you’re damn near feverish for it.
Maybe we call this your punishment for denying me so many times? ”
Cove hums against my tip, and I power through, using the countertop and my grip on her hair for the ultimate leverage.
Whenever she attempts to pull back even slightly, I yank her hair, taking pleasure in the tears that spill from her eyes.
“Look at me,” I demand. “This is what it feels like to be with a Texas cowboy, my love. A man who knows what the fuck he’s doing.
” Another thrust, and good god almighty, Cove’s hand slips beneath her panties, almost knocking her over from the contact.
She whimpers along my cock, zero resistance in her sucking.
“We fit together. Don’t you feel it? I know your pussy does, isn’t that right? ”
Cove’s nods almost send me over the edge, but I contain it. I need to release inside of her. “Fuck. I need to taste you, Cove. Tell me I can eat this sweet cunt until I’ve had my fill?”
“Ohhhh god,” she moans along my cock, her added nod the confirmation I need.
“Give it to me, then.” I’m freed from her lips in one swift movement, hauling her up by the waist and laying her down, tossing her long legs over my shoulders.
Her perfect cunt is directly in line with my mouth as I lower her to the kitchen countertop.
“I’ve never been a praying man, but you make me want to rest at your altar and worship you, Cove.
Confess of my sins, and fucking pray my damnation is suffocation by your swollen cunt. ”
I swipe up her center with my tongue, lace fabric still shoved deep. “Stetson,” she moans. “I need you inside me. I can’t…it’s…it’s…too good.”
I hook her panties with my finger and pull them to the side, admiring the sight before me.
Pink pussy ripe and drenched in arousal, seeping from every surface.
Not a trace of hair, not that I’d fucking care anyway.
But the current object of my affection is the bud of her clit, aching like a beating heart to be strummed.
And I plan to show it all the attention it deserves. But first, I need to clean up this mess before I mark my territory like a fucking predator.
Running my tongue up the center of her core, I taste her to my heart’s content. Lapping up the arousal I know came from sucking me off and relishing in being the man lucky enough to be between these thighs.
“I knew you’d taste rich. Sweet. Like the decadence you claim not to be.
” I swirl my tongue along her clit, allowing my hands to use this moment to run the curves of her body.
Cove’s figure is a roadmap to the Promised Land.
It’s cared for. Maintained. Similar to the way I labor over my land.
And I intend to be a good fucking shepherd with Cove’s body.
With her legs thrown over my shoulders, ass raised high, I smack her cheek with a force, loving the cries she surrenders to me. “Cry out for me, Cove. Scream so all of Chicago can hear how well the Texas cowboy eats the cunt of a woman nearly half his age.”
Cove bucks her hips wildly as my tongue spears her center before circling back to her clit. I shove two fingers inside and curl them, hoping to reach the spot I know will have her combusting on my hand. “Yes. Yes,” she pants.
The moment my teeth nibble at her clit, all hell breaks loose. And by hell, I mean glorious waves of ecstasy crash from within her, arousal so fucking sweet coating my tongue. “Atta girl. Milk it. Take what you need.”
“Stetson.”
Her release causes a thundering in my chest, my cock at attention and more painful than ever. I lap her up front to back, and when I’m confident she’s finished, I flip her to her stomach and cage myself between her legs.
“Tell me I can have you, Cove. I need to hear you say this pussy is mine to fuck however I please.”
“Yes,” she cries, and I spank her cheek, my other hand reaching to grip the back of her neck.
“Say it again,” I bite out, another slap bouncing off the walls.
“Yes. It’s yours. For tonight.” I don’t love the last part of her answer, but I’ll ignore it for now.
Lifting my jeans from my ankles, I grab a condom from my wallet and sheath myself.
I stroke my shaft steadily, allowing the tip to glide along the center of her pussy.
“Let me in,” I groan, unsure of the true meaning behind my statement.
“Let. Me. In.” And I thrust forward, impaling her with my cock and experiencing a fullness beyond what my vivid dreams could ever illustrate.
My cock inside Cove’s cunt. I ask myself while barreling deep inside of her—Do I want more than just this? Abso-fucking-lutely. But will she let me in? I mean, truly let me in. Farther than just the physical. Will she let me see the inner planes of her heart? I really hope so.
I give over to the pleasure with Cove right alongside me, our bodies meeting each other thrust for thrust until a steady vibration rises up my spine, signaling I’m close. “Fuck me, Stetson.”
I slap her ass again, my grip on her neck forcefully holding her down. She likes it too much to tell me to stop. My orgasm draws near, and no part of me wants this to end. “Tell me who’s fucking you, Cove. Whose cock is making you so needy?”
“Yours,” she pants wildly as I reach for her clit. The walls of her pussy clench me tighter, and I’m almost there.
“What’s my name?” I bite out, barely hanging on.
“Stetson Cole.”
“Not enough. Tell me I’ll get to feel you again. Tell me this isn’t the last time.”
I drive into her relentlessly, my legs feeling like they could break and my abs burning, but I won’t stop.
I won’t come until I hear her say it. This can’t be the last time I see her.
I won’t accept it. Call it my own personal form of edging right before exploding, but I can’t simply dismiss her comment about only tonight.
“Okay. Okay,” she panics, moans disguised slightly with urgency. “I want more of you. Not just tonight. Fucking hell, Stetson. Make me come.”
I pinch her clit, and we’re golden. Full send into an oblivion of ecstasy where only she and I exist. There’s no long distance from Texas to Miami. No difference in wealth. And certainly, no family matters at hand are causing a roadblock in our attempts to connect.
I’m here. She’s here. We’re together.
And nothing else matters.
Because now that I’ve had Cove like this…vulnerable and feeling every bit like mine…I’m not strong enough to give her up.