𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟦,𝟧𝟨𝟢 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝟤𝟦,𝟤𝟧𝟥 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗍 (𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗉 𝗂𝗍), 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗃𝗈𝖻𝗌, 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗒 (𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾), 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌 (𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖻, 𝗂𝗍 𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗑𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗒 (𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇.)
𝗮/𝗻: 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂'𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖼, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍.
The rest of the rodeo went by in a blur of excitement and adrenaline. When it finally wrapped up for the night, an exhausted Dodge finds you leaning against a wall, his cowboy hat still on your head.
He looks and feels rough around the edges, the sweat making his clothes cling to his skin and his hair looking more mussed than usual, but it’s the cocky smirk on his lips that has your stomach doing flips.
“You still interested in spending the night with me, pretty thing?” He asks as he closes the distance between you, resting his forearms on the wall on either side of your head, and traps you between his body and the wall for what feels like the millionth time today.
You smile sweetly at him. "You know I am."
“Good.” He bends his head down, nuzzling his nose into your neck and taking a deep inhale as he savors the sweet scent of you on his next breath. “’Cus I was thinking…” He says as his hands find purchase on your hips, his fingers digging into his skin through your jeans. “…I could take you back to my place.”
He starts trailing kisses down your neck as his lips ghost across your skin ever so slowly, each one becoming deeper and longer than the last. A moan rumbles from his throat as he presses himself closer, his body flush against yours and his leg pressing between your legs.
He hums against your skin, the sound of his voice sending a pleasant shiver through you, before he finally pulls away. Dodge grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, his grip firm but gentle as he leads you out of the rodeo’s event parking lot.
The drive to his place was relatively short, only taking about 10-15 minutes at most. Dodge’s hand was on your knee the entire time, his rough, calloused fingers rubbing small, sensual circles into the denim material over your skin.
Eventually, he pulls up in front of a small ranch-style house on the outskirts of town and cuts the ignition.
“Home sweet home,” Dodge says as he jumps out of his truck and circles around to your side. Without warning, he yanks open your door and scoops you up in his arms.
“Dodge!” You squeal out, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he lifts you up effortlessly out of the truck and into his arms. The cowboy lets out a gruff chuckle, the smirk on his lips as cocky as ever, as he kicks the door shut and begins carrying you towards the front door of his house.
He steps into his house, kicking the front door closed behind him, and walks down the hallway towards his bedroom. He sits you down gently on the edge of his bed, his knees bent between your legs as he positions himself in between your thighs.
His fingers brush your hair out of your face, gently tucking a stray strand behind your ear before his hands come to rest on either side of your jaw. A thumb brushes across your bottom lip as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Dodge doesn’t break eye contact for a second, the hunger and lust shining through as his eyes study your face and take in every inch of you. Without warning, he pushes you back on his bed, his body pinning down against his mattress.
A gasp falls from your lips, a small sound that quickly turns into a moan as Dodge bites at your neck, his tongue soothing the indents of teeth that he leaves behind. His hands wander down the length of your body, and his hips press down in a firm, slow grind to yours.
“I told you I was gonna give you a good time,” He mutters against your skin. “And I keep my promises.”
Even through the layers of clothes, you can feel how hard and hot he is against you. He rocks his hips downward again, his hardness pressing against you, forcing a wanton whimper from your lips.
His hands slide down to your hips, his rough calloused fingers gripping you firmly against him as he keeps up the slow pace. He runs his tongue down the length of your throat, nipping and biting along the way, before he finally pulls the cowboy hat off your head and tosses it on the bedside table.
Dodge’s lips find yours again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and he swallows those wanton moans like a man starved for them. His hands slide down towards the hem of your shirt, and he slowly starts lifting it up past your stomach and over your chest.
His lips part from yours for a moment, just long enough to pull your shirt over your head and throw it on the floor. He looks down at you with darkened, lustful eyes as he takes you in. His hands run up the length of your body, trailing up your stomach and over your chest.
He cups your breasts through the thin material of your bra, and he feels himself nearly salivate at the way they look in his hands. “So perfect,” He breathes out, the words sounding like a reverent, hushed prayer. “You’re goddamn perfect.”
You flush at the praise. "Well- you're pretty perfect yourself."
That damn crooked smirk of his, the one that makes your stomach do flips, pulls at his lips as his hands begin unfastening the buttons of his shirt.
“Oh, you think so?” He asks in that low, sultry voice of his, knowing damn well the effect it has on you. “Well, I have to disagree with you on that one, darlin’.”
"Oh, c'mon- you have to know how you look. I mean, have you- have you seen yourself?"
The smirk on his mouth grows wider at your words, and the way you’re looking at him is making that ego of his bigger and bigger.
His shirt falls to the floor, fully exposing his muscular, well-toned body to your eager gaze, and the way your eyes roam over him is only making his pants feel tighter.
“So, you think I’m perfect, huh?” He asks, a rough chuckle following in his words as he drops down on top of you, his muscular body resting against yours and his arms resting beside your head to hold himself up. The weight of him on you is enough to force a moan from your lips. Dodge dips his head down towards your ear, his tongue flicking out for a second. “Think you could show me just how perfect you think I am?”
There’s a teasing note to his voice, but you can tell by the way his lips just barely graze over your skin as he speaks that he’s begging for you to touch him. To show him how perfect you think he is.
You bring your hand up to his skin and run your fingertips along the muscles of his arms and down his shoulders. Your touch is light and gentle, but by the way his eyes flutter shut at the sensation, he’s more than enjoying the attention.
You run your fingers down his chest, going lower and lower until you reach the jeans that are hugging his hips. You keep your eyes on his, watching the way his expressions change as you trace the V on his stomach that leads right to the place where he wants your touch the most.
A strangled moan escapes his lips, the sound of it low and guttural. Dodge’s eyes flutter open again, his gaze locking onto yours as you trace your fingers over the prominent bulge in his jeans.
“Is this what you want, cowboy?” You ask as you give his hardness a gentle squeeze.
His mouth falls open at your touch, and he lets out a strangled moan, the sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. “Goddamn it,” He mutters between low, needy groans. “You’re gonna be the death of me, ain’t you?”
You chuckle at his neediness, and you give him another firm squeeze. He drops his head down towards your neck, the moan that falls from his mouth sounding like a plea.
“Please,” He all but begs, his hot breath against your skin. “Jesus Christ, please.”
You look down as you undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down, and Dodge all but grunts when the pressure of his pants finally eases. You push the jeans down his hips, and he lifts up slightly as you push them down to his knees.
His mouth goes back to your neck, his kisses becoming more desperate and hungry as you slide your hand up the length of his thigh, slowly and tantalizing. You don’t give him what he needs — the only thing he wants at this very moment — and it has him making the most delicious, wanton noises.
“I wanna hear you say it,” You muse as you trail your fingers along the line of his boxers, stopping just at the edge of the elastic as he bucks his hips, trying to gain any kind of friction he can get. “Say it, cowboy. Tell me what you want.”
Dodge moans against your neck, his voice sounding rough and strained. “God, please, please…” He mutters, his voice broken between needy groans. “Please, I want you to… I need you to touch me.”
“That’s what I thought,” You tease him, your voice low and sultry as your hand finally dips down into his boxers and takes him in your hand.
A deep, guttural moan rumbles from his chest, and his forehead presses hard against your shoulder. “Fuck,” He hisses as you begin pumping him in your hand. “God, yes, just like that."
You run your thumb over the tip, a gasp falling from his mouth at the new sensation, and his hips jerk forward, trying to get more.
“Please,” He all but begs, the words breathless and wanton, “Please don’t stop, please don’t-”
You squeeze him tight, a firm pressure, and he lets out a strangled whimper of your name from between his lips. His hips push forwards into your hand, the need to be in you — to be anywhere inside of you — almost maddening.
“That’s it,” You soothe him, continuing to stroke him at the perfect pace, keeping him riding on the edge of euphoria. “You’re doing so good, Dodge.”
He lets out a low, choked moan at your words, and his grip on the bedding tightens to the point that his knuckles go white. “I… I need more,” He pleads between ragged breaths. “Please… god, please, I-I need-”
You let go of him and pull your hand away, causing him to let out a low moan of protest.
“Shhh…” You soothe him, even as his hips continue to buck into the air, chasing that lost sensation. “Be a good boy and turn around for me.”
Dodge lets out a low whine, but he does as he's told and rolls over onto his back. He looks up at you, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, and there is something different about his normally cocky expression. He looks desperate — hungry and begging to be filled.
You smile down at him as you slide off the bed, his eyes following your every move as you stand to your feet beside him.
“Stay there,” You order him, a hint of a warning to your voice. “And don’t you move. Got it?”
He nods his head, his mouth slightly parted and his breaths coming in low, huffy puffs. “Yeah,” He all but whispers. “Got it.”
You drop to your knees between his spread legs, and his eyes follow your every movement, watching you with bated breath and a look of desperate anticipation. You slide your hands up his thighs and hook your fingers in the fabric of his boxers.
“Lift your hips.” You tell him, and he responds without hesitation, his body obeying your command.
You pull his boxers down past his hips and down his legs, yanking them off and throwing them aside until he’s completely naked before you. Your eyes roam over his body, and the way he lets you stare at him — completely at your mercy and on display — has you feeling something dark and hungry stir in your core.
You keep your eyes on him as you remove your bra, followed by your underwear, leaving you completely bare.
Dodge lets out a strangled moan, his gaze trailing down your chest and over the expanse of your stomach, until he finally sees you in your full naked glory. You swear you can see his pupils dilate at the very sight of you and the way his eyes roam over your skin like a man starved for it.
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” He all but pants as his head falls back and a ragged breath escapes his lips. “You are somethin’ else.”
You run your hands up the length of his thighs, the muscles in them clenching under your touch. You push his legs apart then, exposing him to the cool air, and a shiver of anticipation runs through both of you.
“Dodge,” You mutter his name, the single word sounding like a murmured prayer from your lips. “I’m gonna ask you a question, and I need you to answer it honestly for me, okay?”
Dodge swallows thickly, and a guttural hum rumbles from his chest. “Anything.” He all but pants out, his voice thick with need and desire.
You slide closer to him, your body flush against his as you lean in and drop your head down towards his ear.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me?” you murmur against his skin, before nipping at his earlobe. “You gonna let me do whatever I want with you?”
“Yes,” The word comes out of his mouth without hesitation, his head nodding vigorously as a choked moan echoes from his lips. “God, yes, I’ll be good, I promise, I promise.”
“Mhmm,” You hum against his skin, your smile almost predatory as you trail a line of kisses down his shoulder. “That’s what I thought.”
You slide a hand up the length of his chest and up to his jaw, your fingers grabbing him at his chin and forcing him to look at you. His eyes are half-lidded, darkened with desire, and they lock onto yours so desperately… so obediently.
You slide your thumb over his bottom lip, the touch gentle but firm as you push it past his lips and into his mouth. He lets out a low, guttural moan that vibrates against your thumb, and his tongue immediately laps against the digit. The feeling has you clenching and already aching to be touched.
“That’s my good boy,” You breathe out, watching as he all but sucks on your thumb, his gaze still locked onto yours. “My pretty, perfect boy.”
You pull your thumb from his mouth, a small trail of saliva coating it, and run it down his throat. His head tilts back as you do so, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the press of your digit.
Your eyes roam over him, taking him in fully and savoring the sight of him on display before you. His broad, muscular chest… his rippling abs… the prominent V of his hips leading down to where he needs you the most.
“My pretty, perfect little cowboy,” You murmur, your voice like a honeyed vice as you gaze down at him.
Dodge lets out a needy whimper at your words, his hips jerking involuntarily as you drag your gaze over him. He’s practically panting at this point, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
“Please,” He manages to beg out. “Baby, I need you, I need you so bad-”
“I know,” You soothe him, your voice soft and sweet. “I know you do. I know you need me.”
Your hand runs back over his stomach and down the length of his thighs, your touch feathery-light. He lets out a strangled moan, his hips instinctively thrusting against nothing, trying to find friction where there is none.
Then, you straddle him, hovering over his length, bracing yourself by placing your hands on his chest, looking down at him.
Dodge’s hands immediately fly to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he lets out a guttural moan at the feeling of you against him. He’s burning hot and already leaking from the tip, and he grips you so hard that you're sure he’s going to leave marks.
“You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart,” He all but pants out, his voice strained and needy. “You’re absolutely gonna kill me.”
You chuckle, and you give him a sly grin as you lower your hips just slightly, just enough to brush against the tip of him.
Dodge lets out a sharp, strangled moan at the sensation, and his hips jerk up involuntarily, trying to bury into you, trying to feel you around him. “Please… god, please-”
“Please, what?” You tease him, your eyes locked with his and a smirk pulling at your lips. “Use your words, cowboy. Tell me what you want.”
Dodge lets out a strangled whimper, the muscles in his stomach clenching under your hands. “I… I need you,” He finally chokes out. “Need you so bad… need to be inside you.”
“That’s it, baby,” You soothe him, your words low and sultry. “That’s it, good boy.”
You lower your hips further then, taking his tip inside of you, and a choked moan escapes his lips as he grips onto your hips even tighter. His eyes flutter shut, and he throws his head back as he lets out a string of breathless curses.
“My perfect boy,” You muse as you ease yourself down more of his length, your heat taking him in slowly.
Dodge lets out a deep, guttural moan, his hips bucking upwards in a desperate need for more. He’s barely holding on to himself, and the sound of you calling him “your boy” has him whining like a whimpering puppy.
His eyes open again, and he looks up at you with a desperate need to be filled, to be used, to be everything you want him to be. “Baby,” He gasps out, the words almost pleading. “Please… please, let me move… I-I need to-”
“Shhh…” You soothe him, not stopping your descent onto him. “I know what you need, cowboy. I’m always going to give you what you need.”
You finally reach the base of him, and he lets out a choked moan as you take him all the way inside of you. His eyes flutter closed and his back arches at the feeling, and he lets out a breathless curse as he tries to control himself.
“God, you feel so good inside me,” You muse, your voice shaky and needy as you begin to move your hips and ride him slowly.
Dodge lets out another guttural moan, his hands digging into your hips as his own begin to thrust up into you. “Jesus Christ, baby,” He gasps out, his eyes half-lidded and his head thrown back. “I… I don’t know if I’m… if I’m gonna be able to… to…”
“I know,” You soothe him, your voice sultry and sweet, “I know you’re trying to hold back for me. You’re such a good boy.”
You pick up your pace, rocking into him deeper and harder, and he can’t stop the string of needy moans that fall from his lips.
"But fuck me like you mean it, Dodge."
Something in Dodge’s expression, the way his eyes flash with desperate need, tells you that those words were just the thing he needed to hear.
He immediately bucks his hips harder into you, a wild and rough pace that has your eyes rolling back. He’s letting out an endless stream of sounds, half-moans and guttural groans, and he grips your hips so hard you're sure his fingerprints will be tattooed into your skin come morning.
“God, sweetheart,” He moans out, his voice rough and strained between guttural grunts. “You feel so goddamn good… so… so-”
He thrusts up into you deep and firm, and you can’t help the desperate whimper that falls from your lips.
“Oh, god, yes,” You manage to gasp out, your head falling back as you ride him desperately. “Right there, cowboy… right there.”
He responds to your words, shifting his angle slightly to hit deeper inside of you, and you swear you see stars at the new sensation.
“You like that?” he gasps out as he continues, his tone almost cocky. “You like when I hit that spot, sweetheart?”
He thrusts into you again, that hard, rough angle hitting just right, and another needy whimper falls from your lips.
“Yeah,” You manage to gasp, your voice trembling and ragged. “God, Dodge… you’re so… you’re so good.”
He lets out another guttural sound of satisfaction at your words, and you feel him twitch inside of you with every syllable that falls from your mouth.
“Tell me again,” He pants out, his pace rough and fast. “Tell me again… how good I’m being… for you.”
You swear the needy tone of his voice, the desperate plea for praise, should be illegal and has a moan rumbling up your throat.
“You’re being so good,” You gasp out, your head falling forwards and your hands gripping his chest. “My perfect, good boy… you’re doing so good, making me feel so good-”
Dodge lets out a strangled moan at your words, and he lifts one hand from your hip, moving it up to your jaw to tilt your head down to look at him, your eyes locking with his.
“Yeah?” He all but growls the word, an edge of feral need in his voice. “You gonna come for me?”
You can feel yourself clenching against him, the way his tone is just setting your body on fire and bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Yes,” You choke out, your voice a low moan. “Gonna… gonna come for you, cowboy-”
A cocky smile tugs at his lips, and he lets out a breathless chuckle. “Atta girl,” he says through his panting breaths.
He bucks into you hard, that deep, rough angle sending jolts of pleasure through your body, and that fire in your belly only burns hotter.
You swear you can feel your vision start to blur, and the sound of his praise and breathless grunts in your ears has any coherent thought melting together. “More,” you gasp out, “More, please… oh god please, don’t stop-”
“Yeah?” Dodge moans out, his tone almost smug. “You want more, sweetheart?”
He bucks up into you as he says it, his hand gripping your hip so hard that his fingertips are digging into you like a vice. “You want me to give you everything you need, huh?”
“God, yes,” you manage to breathe out, your body trembling and the fire in your belly almost reaching its peak. “Please, I need… I need… I need-”
But your words are cut off as Dodge bucks up into you just right, finally sending you over the edge.
You cry out, your body clenching around him and your head thrown back as your orgasm overtakes you. Your nails dig into his skin, your entire body trembling and your vision blurry, and the only sound you can make is a desperate moan of his name.
The sheer sight of you coming undone on top of him, the way your body jerks and trembles at the waves of pleasure, and the way you cry out his name sends Dodge over just after you.
“Oh god,” he gasps out, his pace slowing as he guides you through your orgasm, his hips bucking into you erratically. “Oh god, sweetheart… so, so goddamn beautiful, you’re so… God, I’m coming… oh god, fuuuck-”
He buries himself inside you as he comes, his body stiffening and a wrecked moan falling from his lips. He’s shaking beneath you as he holds you to his chest, his breaths coming in ragged pants, and he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder.
You ride him through his orgasm, the feeling of his body trembling and his desperate hold on you bringing a smile to your lips. You run a hand soothingly over his hair as you listen to him moan against your skin, feeling his racing pulse and his chest heaving against your body.
You can feel him soften inside you as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, and he lets out a shaky breath against your neck. His arms cling desperately to you, pulling you against him as he kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.
“God,” his voice is rough and his words are shaky as he speaks, “That was… that was incredible… you’re incredible, baby.”
He lifts his head up from your neck, and he tilts your chin down with his hand so his eyes can find yours. His gaze is still dark with need and desire, and it’s almost breath-taking.
You look down into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him. His face is flushed, his hair is messy and disheveled, and his breaths are still coming out in ragged pants, and he looks absolutely wrecked.
You reach down and gently caress his cheek with your fingers, your touch gentle and loving as you take him in. “You’re pretty incredible yourself, cowboy,” you muse with a small laugh.
Dodge grins at your words, and he lifts a hand to intertwine his fingers with yours on his cheek. He lifts your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours.
“I meant it, you know,” he says between kisses. “You really are incredible. So goddamn beautiful… goddamn perfect…”
You smile softly down at him and bring your other hand up to his jawline, running your fingers gently over his skin. “Stop,” you murmur with a laugh, your voice soft. “You keep calling me that and I’m gonna start believing it.”
Dodge smirks, a cocky look in his eyes as he lifts an eyebrow. “Is that a bad thing?” he asks, a hint of a challenge in his voice.
He tugs slightly on your hand still held in his, and he maneuvers you to lay down on the bed beside him. He lays on his side, facing you and pressing up against your body, and he brings you closer so that your chest is flush with his.
You hum in contentment as you find yourself in his arms, your body pressed against his and your head snuggled into his chest. You run your fingers idly over his skin, tracing patterns on his flesh and listening to the steady beat of his heart.
“Of course not,” you finally answer, a small laugh in your voice. “But I might start getting spoiled.”
Dodge chuckles at that, the sound rumbling from his chest. “You say that like it’s a problem,” he teases, and he brings a hand up to your hair, gently running his fingers through it.
“I’d gladly spoil you rotten if I could, sweetheart. Give you anything and everything you wanted.”
