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I push myself up so that I’m sitting and nod my agreement. Did he just lick me so masterfully that I’ve forgotten how to talk? Luke straightens but remains seated between my knees, watching me closely. There’s a sheen of me coating his stubbled beard and mouth that looks almost feral and makes my core clench. Eyes bouncing between my lips, my exposed tits, down to my skirt bunched around my waist, he’s sinfully gorgeous.

“If you’re hungry, then you can taste yourself first.” He stands and swipes up the previously discarded glass of whiskey, swirling a sip around, as his gaze feasts on me splayed out and panting.

Oh god. I know what’s coming next, and I’m such a slut for him. My mouth is already watering at the prospect.

Luke’s eyes glimmer in the soft lighting, and he leans over me with a silent command in that dark stare.

Open.

My lips part on a soft, whimpering noise, and this time I stick out my tongue. He lets the mix of saliva, whiskey, and my arousal all fall onto my mouth, and it sets my body alight. Cover me in fairy lights, and I’d make the perfect slutty Christmas decoration for this cowboy to use all night long.

I don’t know how far this thing extends between us beyond physical desire and sex, but right now, I’m such a goner for him I don’t give a shit. All I want is this cowboy’s cock. I want him inside me, and I can’t think straight about anything beyond letting him do whatever he wants.

Somehow, I just know this is going to be the best damn sex of my entire life.

“Still not satisfied, are you?” He nibbles and sucks on my bottom lip, letting our mouths slide together, with a heady concoction of the scent and taste of me intermingling with the alcohol. “Is the taste of your cum on my tongue not enough to tame that hunger?”

“Just a little bit more, please … Can I have that?” As he draws back, I flutter my eyelashes—entirely out of my depth and probably drunk on this man’s cowboy pheromones alone—and reach out to rest my fingers over his belt. I’m hoping it comes across as sensual and confident, not like I’m so much younger and less experienced than him.

Luke makes a rough noise of approval in the back of his throat. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“If tonight is about wishes, then surely a little game wouldn’t hurt?” He doesn’t tell me no or shrug me off, and that’s all I need. It’s enough permission. I fumble with his buckle, then make quick work of his jeans. At least he’s not stopping me from this next part, and that makes my stomach swoop in anticipation.

Luke’s strong hands grip my thighs so hard I’m sure he’s going to leave me with bruises to show where he’s been. “Look at you. Making a mess all over my dining table, trying to tempt me into giving you what you came here looking for.”

Biting down on my lower lip, I make sure to stare up at him as I shove his briefs down and allow the weight of his cock to bob freely.

“Just a little fun? No one has to find out.” I’m nearly climbing out of my skin with how hot this is, waiting for him to give me the opportunity to take this further. The power dynamic between us is so heady, and even though he’s in command, he’s letting me be the one to take the lead with how far we go from here.

“Our little secret.” He stares back at me with dark, glittering eyes before allowing his gaze to fall to the space between us.

I follow his silent command as he instructs me to look my fill, and I suck in a hum of pleasure at the sight I’ve been waiting for. Holy shit, my best friend’s father has a cock worthy of worshipping twenty-four seven. His thick length bobs between us. Veined and long and with a glistening bead at the head that makes my mouth water.

“I just want to show you … to let you know how good you made me feel.” I wrap my fingers around him and stroke from root to tip. Loving the velvety feel and the way his dick swells in response to my touch. “Let me show you what you do to me.”

He’s so big, and we’re already locked together here on the edge of the counter, so I guide him toward my slit easily. With one hand, I hook the lace to one side, and with the other, I stroke his tip through my slickness.

“Mmmmfuck, you’re drenched. Who’s all this for?” His chin dips, and our foreheads almost touch as we both watch the sight of where I repeat the motion over and over, dragging him through my pussy lips and up to circle over my clit.

“All for you.”

A rumbling, sexy-as-hell sound fills the air, leaving me shuddering with desire.

“So fucking wet. You’re gonna have to be very careful … Keep on doing that, and it might just slip in.”

God. My entire core clenches. It’s so naughty, so wrong, and the fact he’s willingly playing this game with me is so hot I can hardly breathe.

“It’s okay if it’s only a little bit, isn’t it? Especially if it’s just our secret.” My pulse thuds harder as I push the fat head of him down and notch him at my entrance. “No one needs to know. Just the tip.”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to get us in so much trouble,” Luke grunts, spreading my thighs as wide as they can go. Allowing us to both see the evidence of this forbidden moment. Him coated in the sheen of my arousal and pressed up against the spot where it would take next to nothing for him to shove all the way inside.

“It’s only this much. We can just play like this.” I moan as I hold him tight against me, and he pushes forward just a fraction, fitting the broad head against my entrance.

“This pussy is so fucking greedy. You say you only want the tip, but really you’re being a little tease, trying to tempt me deeper already.” Luke’s hips pulse, allowing his head to pulse in and out, thrusting agonizingly slow so that barely an inch dips inside before he pulls back. I wedge my fingers there in a V shape to help guide him in place, to encourage just a fraction more of him to press inside my channel. The whole thing becomes even more erotic as each tiny movement is accompanied by a slick sound. One that proves exactly how soaking wet I am.

“It doesn’t count if it’s just this.” My breathing picks up pace because, holy fuck, this man’s cock is so insanely good. The feel of him stretching me is wiping my brain of any thoughts.

All I want is to lose myself in this man.