Epilogue
EPILOGUE
STETSON
February 14th, 2025
My teeth bite into the leather rein, drool dribbling along my chin as I let it fall in rivulets from my mouth. Things are always a little better when they are messy. Heat climbs my neck, even as I ignore the torrent of butterflies swirling in my stomach. I hope I look sexier than I feel.
On all fours, I crawl toward my man, a barely there bump swaying along with my heavy breasts, in nothing more than his old riding chaps. I don’t feel especially sexy—I feel degraded.
Which is exactly what I asked for, isn’t it?
I shuffle forward, the leather fringe slapping against the hardwood floors of the living room. Gus leans against the back of the couch, his legs spread, covered in jeans—the button undone at the top—chest bare and heaving as he watches me with unrestrained hunger. His hair is longer and messy, his hand running through it over and over as if he just can’t help himself. I smile, looking down at the floor again to take another step toward him.
“Something funny, Stetson?” His voice lacks any humor. I shake my head, my braid swishing above my naked back.
“No, sir,” I mumble, the leather making my words unintelligible. He shifts his hips, but his arms remain stretched along the back of the couch. I watch him clench and unclench his fists, the muscles in his biceps bulging with the motion, and more drool falls unbidden from my mouth.
It’s these fucking hormones. That’s why he seems hotter than normal.
“You’re awfully messy, baby.”
I nod. Wait until I turn around and he sees the mess between my legs.
As if hearing my thoughts, he chuckles. “Are you wet for me, baby? Show me.”
I scramble, fumbling over the leather wrapped around my waist, to stand up. I’m nearly desperate to climb into his lap, to come . I’m almost always horny these days, and this slow, torturous tease game he likes to play makes me wild. He growls, and I stop. He points back to the floor, and I whine around the leather strap.
“Crawl, Stetson. If you want to be rewarded, you will have to show me just how willing you are to do what I tell you to.”
Fuck this!
I sink to my knees and start to shuffle again. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and he’s shifted, his arms now resting on his knees. His knuckles are white, and I decide punishment might just be worth watching him lose that control he prides himself on having. So, I stop, his eyes narrowing, and then I turn around as quickly as I can. I stretch my arms out, arching my back, and shake my ass in his face—still out of his reach, but close enough he will be able to see the cream leaking from my pussy.
“Fuck, baby.” I shimmy again, knowing his words are making me wetter and he will see the new arousal running down my legs. “Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you? So ready for my cock?”
Whimpering, I back toward him, getting closer and closer to where I know he’s still leaning over. If I can just get close enough, his mouth will only be inches away from my pussy. His hands snap out, wrapping around my soft hips, yanking me the rest of the way across the floor to him. I cry around the leather, but not in frustration— victory!
“You teasing me, baby? You think you win this one?” I shake, my hips now gripped tightly in his hands, proving my point. His hand comes down across my ass cheek and I yelp, biting hard into the leather rein. He rubs the pink flesh before slapping it again. “So.” Spank. “Fucking.” Spank. “Naughty.”
Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and I’m all but squirting over his legs at this point. I shift my hips in his hand, trying to push closer to his open mouth, and his fingers bite into my flesh, stopping me. He doesn’t push me away, though.
His hands quiver, and I know he’s warring with his need to remain in control and his need to taste me. The latter wins out, and I scream my triumph as he drops to his knees behind me and sinks his mouth to my soaked folds. I rock back into him, pushing my ass as hard against his face as I can, and he pulls me toward him. He sinks into me, his tongue fucking my swollen cunt with the ferocity of a monster, sucking and lapping and biting the lips until the familiar heat of an orgasm begins to build at the base of my spine. His tongue punches into my hole. One hand slides along my spine to push my head farther down and ass farther up, and the other holds my hip firmly in place.
I drop the rein, unable to keep it in my trembling mouth any longer. I haven’t forgotten that he promised to use it on my ass if I dropped it, but I don’t care anymore. He can fucking tan my ass and it’ll be worth it.
“Gus, fuck! Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I cry, my breasts swaying as he picks up the pace, his fingers replacing his tongue, two roughly stabbing into my pussy. I scream. The intrusion is unexpected but not unwelcome as he adds a third. I hear him spit, the liquid falling around his fingers, adding to the wetness leaking down my thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He finger fucks me, his breathing ragged with the effort of his arm pumping. “So fucking filthy. Do you want to come, Stetson? Tell me.”
“Yes,” I scream, my body trembling now. I’m so fucking close.
“Yes, what?” he bites out. “Fucking use your words.”
“Yes, I want to come. I want you to make me come.” He spits again, it falling into the crease of my ass, and I moan, rolling my forehead on the floor.
“On my fingers or my tongue?” He’s panting, and it only adds to the filthy image we’re creating.
“Tongue. Dear God, your tongue.” His fingers pull from me, a lewd slurp following their exit, and then Gus lifts my hips, one hand splayed on my stomach, helping to hold me up as his tongue licks from my clit to ass. He does it a second time before he moves his thumb to rub small circles against my swollen bud and plunges his tongue back inside of my wet heat.
I shatter, my body convulsing in his grip. My hips rock back and forth and I only barely register that I’m rubbing my ass in his face, suffocating him. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he sucks harder, tongue working faster, spurred on by me coming. Stars dance behind my eyes, and he shifts, his mouth wrapping around my clit, pulling a second orgasm from me with a scream. I feel the cum pulsing out of me as my pussy clenches and unclenches, but I’m floating, uncaring how fucking messy I am.
Not when the monster between my legs seems desperate to devour all that I give him.
Before I’ve even drifted back to Earth, we’re shifting, Gus lifting me off the ground, pulling me onto his lap as he sits back on the couch. I’m facing away from him, my chap-covered legs straddling him. I close my eyes, moaning as I feel his hard cock rub against my sensitive clit. He lifts his hips, sliding out of his jeans, his swollen cock popping free from its confines.
“Spit on it, Stetson. Make me ready to fuck that pussy.”
I grip his shaft with both hands between my legs and spit on him—twice for good measure, and he groans. His fingers bite into my hips, and I can feel his stomach shaking beneath me—the monster coiling underneath preparing to strike. I continue to grip him with both hands, pumping the full length of his cock, one hand twisting at his head with each pass.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “You’re going to take my cock like a good girl.” It’s a demand. One I will gladly oblige.
“Yes, Daddy.” He stills, and I grin. That particular name drives him insane every time I use it, releasing the beast from its cage to chase my own. I love how wild it makes him, and a fresh wave of arousal pools on his stomach where I sit.
“Up,” he commands, and I sit up, moving forward. His fingers pinch my skin, and I cry out. It hurts so good.
I’ve never been a reverse cowgirl kind of girl—I want to see Gus come apart for me. But right now, in his old riding chaps, after coming on his tongue? I feel like a fucking porn star cowgirl, ready for the rankest bull they allow me to get on.
He lines the head of his cock with my entrance, and I feel him lean forward, his chest against my back. His lips brush my ear, eliciting a new wave of goosebumps to pebble across my body.
“Hang on, cowgirl.” And then he thrusts into me in one hard shove, filling me so completely I feel him bump against my throat, causing me to scream once more. “Scream, baby. No one can hear you.”
I do, repeatedly, as he takes my pussy at a punishing speed. He thrusts into me from beneath, and I hang onto his knees, desperately trying not to fall off. He doesn’t care, doesn’t even notice my struggle—he’s a man possessed and there’s no stopping him. Not that I would want to.
“Fuck, Gus! I’m going…” His hand wraps around my throat from behind, pulling my back into his chest, his pace only quickening. He bites down on my neck and I thrash against him, ready to jump.
“Come, baby.”
I do, over and over, as he pushes me forward, forcing me to grab my ankles as he mercilessly fucks me. The sounds of our flesh slapping and heavy pants fill the room, then he stills, his cock pulsing inside of me as he explodes. I groan, feeling even fuller than before.
I move to stand up, but he holds my hips in his hands.
“Fuck, baby, give me a second.” I shimmy my hips as a tease—I’m so full, I don’t think I can go again just yet. Plus, I need a snack. The sound of my phone ringing fills the room, and I look over my shoulder at Gus, eyebrow raised. “Leave it, you’re busy.”
Leaning back, I place a kiss on his lips, sliding my hand up the back of his head, pulling on his curls.
“Already ready to go again, big guy?”
He growls, shifting. I can feel his cock twitch inside of me, and I laugh, letting go of his curls to pat his cheek. “Too bad. Baby needs a snack.”
“Tell Baby that I will still be the boss when she gets here.” His words are harsh, but his fingers trace loving circles over my small bump. I giggle, pushing back into him.
“No, you won’t. She’s going to rule every thought, every feeling, every decision you have.”
He sighs, and I can practically hear his eyes roll. But his fingers still draw little circles over my bare belly.
My phone rings again, and I look at it on the counter. He grumbles, but gently lifts me off his dick, setting me on my feet with a tender kiss on my shoulder.
“Better see who else is so demanding of your attention.” I swish my hips, the leather fringe slapping my skin as I walk to the counter. I hear Gus growl and step behind me, spanking my ass.
I giggle, answering the call, seeing I’ve missed three from Dale. “Hey, Dale, sorry, we were a little busy, if you know what I mean.” There’s a long pause, and then a rough sigh. A male sigh.
“Stetson, it’s Mateo.” I pull the phone from my face to check the caller ID. Still says Dale. That’s weird. “Mateo? What are you doing with Dale’s phone?” My stomach drops as another weighted silence fills the line.
“Fuck,” he hisses, and I hear something smash.
“Mateo, what the fuck?”
“She’s gone, Stetson. Dale is gone.”