Buck ‘Em Cowgirl (Bucking Bulls #1)

Chapter 30

Beau

The second the door slammed shut, I was already ripping at my belt and yanking down my zipper. My cock was hard and fucking leaking.

I gripped myself tight, stroking slowly. I could still hear her moans from that night in the hotel, the way she’d taken every filthy word I fed her and loved it. The way her body had shuddered, stretched for me, the way she’d fucking begged as I made her mine for the night.

I pumped faster, chasing the memory of her coming undone beneath me, on me, because of me. Her name slipped from my lips like a prayer, and my body tensed as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled over my fist.

“Fuck being friends.”