EroticReverie

Savannah

God, I'd gone there just to show off for him, and with the intent of talking and meeting other people. But the second I laid eyes on him and that fucking smirk, all my best laid plans were wiped clean. Beau Brooks and his stupid cowboy hat had me instantly fucking wet. My "Revenge" for getting him back for ending our phone sex right before I got off, was non fucking existent the second he moved that guys hand from mine. I hated how I loved his posessiveness of me, when we'd only just met days ago. I liked being the object of his affection , or attraction or whateve the hell this was between us from the second we met. 

"You leave those fucking boots on Savannah" he growls at me. 

We're parked on the side of a dirt road not more than a quarter mile from the bar and field we were at. There's no street lights and it's dark other than fire flies in air and the moon overhead. Beau has a few blankets laid out in the bed of his truck and I'm naked except for the boots after he's stripped all my clothes from me. 

"Now put that god damn hat on and take a fucking seat sweetheart" he groans as he lays down on his back and I bite my lip and grab his hat I'd removed when I took off my shirts.

I put the hat on and he smiles and his hands grab my waist as I straddle him right over his face.

"apologize to my pussy Cowboy" I say as I hover and he pulls me down and I fight it.

"say youre sorry" I demand and he groans. 

"Im sorry, now sit the fuck down" 

"we have to work on your apologies" I say , and then sit on his face. 

My eyes roll immediately, my head going back and I've got a big fucking smile on my face as I bite my lip and grind my clit on his waiting tongue.

"mm fuck" I exhale. "i should really try more southern mouths on my New York pussy if this is how all of you treat a girl" 

He slaps my thigh and growls and I grind my pussy back and forth and moan louder as grabs my thighs near my hips and holds me to his tongue as his pushes it inside of me. 

"Quit saying that shit to me, or i'll quit spoiling your pussy, and let you go around and try to find someone that can even come close to making you cum the way I do" 

"yeah? that right? You're just gonna let me fuck every cowboys mouth in town Beau?" I reach down, grabbing his hair and shoving my cunt onto his mouth.

"shut up and eat my pussy Cowboy, we both know you love it too much to let another man taste it" I hiss and he groans on my clit and sucks it and I throw my head back again as I buck my hips and chase the pleasure that's shooting me right to the edge within seconds. 

"god, i wouldnt" he growls. "I'd fucking kill a man over this pussy" 

I moan and keep riding his face, and look back down at him, his eyes looking up at me, the rest of his face buried between my legs and I grab my tits, squeezing them as I watch him eat my pussy. 

"you ever tease my fucking pussy again like you did last night, and i'll give it to every fucking man in the state Cowboy, you fucking hear me?" I moan as he groans and sucks my clit.

"yeah Darlin, i hear you" he groans and I moan and sit back on his wet mouth and rub my drenched cunt all over his mouth and chin. 

"put your tongue inside of me" I moan as rock my hips forward and he groans and his tongue slides into me. I bounce slightly on it and he groans, grabbing my waist and pulling me down, and pushing his face into me hard to drive his tounge deeper. 

I move my hips, making his tongue go back to my clit. 

"Make me cum" I whine. "Make me fucking cum Beau" I pant.

It takes just a few seconds of his mouth being back on my clit before Im cursing and cumming on his mouth. 

"Shit!" I cry and he groans , holding me there as my legs shake and my entire body trembles and I'm writhing against mouth. 

I yelp as he pushes me up off his mouth and moves quickly and then is over me, and Im on my back, legs spread with his god damn belt buckle against my pussy. I feel the metal slide against my pussy then the rough fabric of his jeans as he grinds his dick against my pussy and I whimper, back arching. 

"fuck me" I whine. 

"As soon as you say you're mine Savannah" he smirks and I scowl, and then curse as he grinds harder.

I reach down and grab his belt and jeans. 

"Take this fucking belt off and get your pants off, and fuck me" I hiss as I pull at it and he pushes my hands away and grabs my wrists and they thud against the blanket and the bed of the truck as he pins them above me. 

"It's all yours sweetheart, as soon as you admit that you're mine" 

"Do you ENJOY cock blocking yourself ?" I glower at him. He smirks at me.

"Not really no, it's fucking torture. But im not fucking that pussy till you tell me it belongs to me." 

"Cause the second im inside you, im never letting another man, in this town, this state, this entire world, ever fucking have you" he growls and grinds against my harder and my back pitches off the bed of the truck. 

"I'm only here for six months"

"Then i'll fucking go to New York" he says through gritted teeth and I breathe harder. 

"you dont even know me"

"Yet I've already got plans of making you my wife" he says and I hate how fucking much I love how intense he is. How shamelessly he admits to already picturing me as his wife. 

"Damnit Darlin, just say you're mine already" he groans and dips down, kissing me I can't fucking say it. Because I CANT fall for him. I wont stay here. And he wont move to New York. He might SAY that now, because he's hard and horny and wants to be inside of me. But what's the point in letting him claim me? Why does it need a label? 

"Fucking say it Savannah" he groans as he kisses me, and his hands slide off my wrists and one slide down my side.

"no" I shake my head and he growls and kisses down my neck, over my breasts and his hand goes between my legs and two fingers slide inside of me and I clench around them. 

"Stubborn fucking girl" he growls and pumps his fingers in and out. 

"This what you want? Six months of me fingering your pussy Savannah?" 

I shake my head and whine. "no" 

"then say it " he groans and bites my nipples as he fingers me faster and I cry out.

"god damnit sweetheart, fuckin say it" he mutters and bites my other nipple and pulls as I buck my hips and ride his fingers.

"n-no" I nearly cry. 

His fingers slow and he stops and lifts his head and looks at me. 

"Savannah..look at me" he says and I keep my head turned. 

"Savannah"

"Take me back to the party. I want to go home." I say, holding back tears. 

He moves off me and sits on his knees as I sit up and grab my clothes.

"Savannah...I ....I don't know what I did...but I'm sorry." he says as sniffle with my back to him, pulling on my shirt.

"You didnt do anything" I say, my voice threatening to crack. 

"Then what's happening right now, why are you upset?" he asks as I turn to sit and pull on my shorts. 

"Im not upset" I huff as a tear slips down my cheek. 

God, I felt so stupid. Fucking crying, because I was emotionally a wreck over a guy I barely knew. Because I wanted him too much that it scared me. That I'd fall for him and be left heart broken and wanting someone I couldnt have. Of all the guys I've dated, none of them had made me feel as intensely as Beau Brooks did with a single fucking dimpled smirk on his face the day we met. Trouble. He was trouble. Far more trouble than the trust fund boys back in New York, or the Wall Street wannabe douche bags that couldnt find a womans clit , even if she pointed it out. 

"I'll drive you home." he says and I shake my head. 

"my truck is at the field" 

"And you're upset, I dont want you driving when you're upset" he says , and it's so fucking concerned, and his worry for me just makes it even worse. Because if I pulled this shit on a New York guy? He'd speed off in his BMW and tell me to kick rocks. 

"I'm fine!" I raise my voice at him and look at him, another tear streaking down my cheek and his brows pinch. 

"Was it something I said?" he asks. 

Yes. No. I don't know. 

"I just want to go home." I say as I let myself cry, tears falling now. 

"Please, let me drive you home. I'm begging you sweetheart."

"Stop calling me that!" I cry and push up and slide myself down the bed of the truck and slip off and onto the ground. 

He slips down the bed and off the edge and flips the tailgate up and shuts it as I stand there swiping my cheeks, turned away from him. 

"Can I please drive you home?" he asks. 

"whatever" I say and walk around to the passenger side door and he follows, and opens it, holding out his hand to help me step up and I stubbornly dont take it and get up inside and pull my seat belt on. I can't even look at him, because the look on his face isn't cock or smug. It's sad, and it's awful, and I hate it. 

He closes the door gently and pushes it closed, walks around, grabs his hat out of the back and gets in the truck and places it on the seat between us. 

"I'll bring your truck back for you by the morning." he says. 

"fine" I say not looking at him and looking out the window. 

Theres several beats of silence and then he starts up the truck and drives me home. 

He's silent the entire way, and the drive isnt that long but it feels like forever.

"Savannah, talk to me." he says once we're on my street. 

"Theres nothing to talk about." I say. 

"Do you want me to stay away from you?" he asks. 

No. Is my immediate thought. You should is my second. 

"Yes." I answer and Immediately regret it, my eyes closing shut. 

The silence is so fucking loud. 

"If that's what you want." he says. 

"It is." I say, without looking at him, as he pulls in my driveway and I unbuckle my seatbelt, get out as fast as I can and shut his door and let myself cry all the way up into the house and into my room.