Stockton County Cowboys Box Set

Chapter 9: Face to Pillow-1

Chapter 9: Face to Pillow

Apartment 3-G, Inside My Bedroom

11:47 P.M.

Fact: He unbuttoned my jeans and tossed me onto my queen-size bed. He ripped the jeans off me and dropped to his knees.

Lie: I didn’t want to be spanked, but I felt his left palm swing against my rump again and again.

Fact: Cord got on the bed with me, spread my legs and took his pleasure in swiping his finger along my man-opening.

Lie: I found it repulsive when he buried his face against my bottom and rolled his tongue against my pink hole.

Fact: I lifted my rear for his use, grunted indecipherably over my shoulder, and felt his wet tongue along my needy opening.

Lie: I despised his pressing his mouth against my bottom and pushing his slippery tongue inside me. A gentleman should never pry my butt open with his fingertips.

Fact: His hunger for my rear was insatiable. Cord was on fire behind me, burning into my naked flesh and searing every inch of my backside with his mouth.

Lie: I wanted him to stop. He had to stop. Shame on him for thinking that I was enjoying myself when I wasn’t. And shame, shame, shame on Mr. Stockton County for using my skin for his s****l needs.