Chapter 56
Fable
The morning sun filtered through the curtains, golden and warm against my skin.
I stirred, the slow stretch of my limbs brushing up against a solid chest and a strong arm looped around my waist. For a second, I breathed him in, his scent, the quiet sound of his sleep-heavy breath, the steady rhythm of his heart against my back.
I shifted slightly, and his grip tightened. His lips grazed the back of my shoulder.
“Mornin’, baby,” he murmured, voice gravel-thick and still laced with sleep.
When I turned toward him and our eyes met, everything shifted.
The softness from last night was still there, tucked somewhere between us, but it had been replaced by something heavier. Hungrier. A quiet ache. The need to feel close. To be reminded that we were still choosing each other.
Without a word, I leaned in and kissed him. What started slow turned desperate fast. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a release. A plea. A promise.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he let out a low, guttural sound that vibrated against my lips. He slid his hand up my back, rough and warm, pulling me flush against him as his mouth claimed mine.
Heat bloomed in my belly, rolling through me as I ground my hips against him.
“Fable,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and want.
I kissed him again, breathless and greedy, grinding against him in slow, torturous movements.
“I love you,” I whispered against his lips, my breath shaky between kisses. “I love you.”
He tilted his head, catching my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking gently before releasing me with a groan.
“You’re mine,” he whispered possessively.
“Say it again.”
“You’re mine.”
A gasp left my lips as he lifted me slightly, shifting me just right, and suddenly, I wasn’t thinking anymore.
I was feeling. Needing. Aching.
I dragged my mouth down his chest, lips and tongue teasing over the fabric of his shirt before I pushed it up impatiently.
“Make me forget, Beau.”
He buried his good hand in my hair, grip firm as I peeled his underwear down.
“Gonna take this pretty mouth and make me forget everything but you?”
His thick length sprang free, and he let out a harsh curse.
“Fuck, Fable.” His voice was rough, dark, wrecked. “You’re gonna make me come so hard, baby. Open that mouth and take me like a good girl.”
I dragged my tongue up his shaft, tracing every vein, making sure he felt every second of it. His cock twitched in my grip, his thighs flexing beneath my hands. His good hand stayed tangled in my hair, keeping me right where he wanted.
I smirked, swirling my tongue around the swollen head, teasing the slit, tasting him. His body jerked, his abs tightening, a deep growl tearing from his throat.
“Do you like that?” I purred, flicking my tongue again, teasing him enough to make him need more.
His fingers tightened, pulling my hair. “Fuck, Cowgirl.”
I hummed in satisfaction before swallowing him again, my cheeks hollowing, taking him deep. I bobbed my head, slow at first, dragging my tongue along the underside.
Pulling back, I let my spit trail down his length before gripping him tighter.
“Do you like when I swirl the tip?” I flicked my tongue against him, circling slowly before sucking him back into my mouth, my lips stretching around him.
His hand yanked at my hair, forcing me to look up at him while my mouth was still full of his cock.
“Like? No, baby, I fucking love it. I love watchin’ you take what’s mine.”
I moaned, the vibrations making him groan above me.
I stroked his length, dragging my fist up and down, slick and messy with spit, while my other hand slid lower, cupping his sac, rolling him in my palm.
I tugged.
Hard.
His body jerked, his jaw clenching, a deep, rumbling growl tearing from his chest.
“Goddamn, Fable,” he gritted out, his breath ragged. “You keep that up, and I’ll be spillin’ down that pretty throat before I even get a chance to ruin that tight little pussy.”
I moaned around him, dragging my tongue up his length again before pulling back, letting my lips hover over the tip. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
“I’m gonna claim every part of you—your mouth, your pussy, that sweet little ass—and when I’m done, you’re gonna be so full of me, you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
My pussy clenched, and I licked up his length again, dragging my nails down his thighs. “Then claim me, bull rider.”
His growl sent a shiver down my spine.
“Oh, baby,” he said, his grip tightening. “I already have.”
His hips snapped forward, his good hand fisting my hair tighter, forcing me to take him all the way.
“Fuck, Fable—”
A deep groan tore through him as hot, thick ropes of cum shot straight down my throat, the first few bursts filling me up before I could even react. His whole body tensed as he pumped more, so much that it spilled past my lips, dribbling down my chin.
I moaned around him, swallowing greedily, taking every drop he gave me, my tongue curling around his length as I milked him. His cock pulsed again, another spurt of cum spilling into my tongue, the salty warmth coating my mouth.
“Baby,” he groaned, looking down at me with blown pupils.
He reached down, his thumb catching the cum dripping from the corner of my mouth, dragging it across my bottom lip before shoving it back inside.
“Swallow every fucking drop.”
I sucked his thumb into my mouth, moaning as I swallowed again. His jaw clenched, his cock still thick, still twitching against my lips.
“You love bein’ full of me, don’t you?” He wiped another bead of cum from my chin, watching as he smeared it across my lips.
I nodded, licking my lips, letting the last remnants of his cum coat my tongue, savoring the taste of him.
He tilted my chin up before crushing his mouth to mine, his tongue sweeping in.
Too soon, he pulled back.
“Up,” he ordered.
I rose to my feet, barely steady. Before I could even blink, his big hand tapped my ass—not a full smack.
“You need more, don’t you?” His fingers dipped between my legs enough to feel how soaked I was. I gasped, my body arching into his touch.
“Goddamn, Cowgirl. You’re dripping all over the fuckin’ floor. My cock barely left your mouth, and you’re already beggin’ for more.”
I whimpered and nodded.
“Go to the bed.”
I exhaled sharply, my thighs pressing together as my pulse raced.
“Face down. Ass up. Legs spread.”
I swallowed hard, my body already trembling in anticipation.
“Go, baby. Now.”