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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟣,𝟧𝟨𝟥 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌; 𝟪,𝟦𝟧𝟣 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗂-𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺), 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑 (𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗂 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍? 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖽𝗈𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗂 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾.

Dodge was not accustomed to people showing up for him. So, when his gaze fell on you in the rodeo throng that day, he was certain he was imagining things. Was it possible that you would've remembered something he said in passion at Dot's over a week ago? Most importantly, why did you even care?

He'd wanted you ever since he first saw you. You were just so damn pretty. So sweet, so gentle. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but God, was it hard not to fall in love with you instantly.

Despite his reservations, as he finishes his run and dismounts from Charger, his horse, you are the only one he cares about, and the one he makes a beeline towards to where you wait at the gate.

"You came." He tilts his cowboy hat, places his hands on his hips, and looks down at you.

You nod slightly. "I did."

His lips twitch into a smirk.

"Don't look so thrilled. Was the thought of seeing me again that painful?"

"Oh my god, it was completely and utterly dreadful." Dodge can tell by the tone of voice you're using that you're only teasing him.

He lets out a scoff laugh, pretending to be hurt by your words. He holds his chest dramatically. "Now you're breakin' my poor heart, pretty thing."

"Well then, I might just have to stitch is back up for you." You have an amused grin on your face, but your attempts at flirting are completely serious.

"Oh, yeah?" Dodge steps closer to you, looking down at you, and takes the bottom of his shirt into his hands and lifts it up, revealing an impressive washboard stomach and the slightest hint of a happy trail that's just barely visible in the cowboy's jeans. "You can start here."

"You're a real charmer, aren't you?" It seems like an offhanded comment, but your tone of voice and the look in your eyes tells him that you're very much interested.

"You like it." That signature crooked smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth. "Admit it."

He gently tugs your chin upward, his eyes meeting yours with an intense gaze and his thumb grazing against your bottom lip.

When your teeth lightly nibble against his thumb, he loses it, he's officially going mad. He's completely gone for you. He needs you. Now. Which in turn means, you two need to get somewhere relatively private.

Dodge's eyes darken with lust. He looks around to find a place less packed.

Without another word, he takes your hand in his and leads you away from the rodeo crowd and towards the stables nearby. Once he finds an empty stall, he shoves you into it and closes the door behind him.

Once you're secluded in the shadowed stall, Dodge presses you against the wall as he crashes his lips to yours in a passion-filled kiss.

His tongue runs against your bottom lip, demanding entry, and moans against your mouth when you open up for him. His arms wrapping around your waist and his body pressed flush against yours.

When he taps your thighs as a signal, your legs wrap around his waist as he pushes you against the stable wall, your hands cupping his face as his tongue slips into your mouth.

A gruff groan rumbles from his throat and into your open mouth as you feel the heat and hardness of his bulge press against you.

Dodge's hands roughly grip your hips as he grinds his hips in a circular motion and begins trailing kisses along your jaw and neck.

You gasp, one arm wrapping around his neck as your eyes flutter shut, and you throw your head back slightly at the feeling. "Shit, Dodge..."

His teeth graze along your neck, finding that sweet spot on your collarbone, just at the top of it. He sucks on your skin and leaves a dark red mark in his wake.

The hand that's gripping your hip begins to wander further, going in between your bodies. He glances up at you, a silent question of consent. When you nod eagerly, his hands set you down against the back wall.

Dodge's hands lift your shirt up, and he presses open mouthed kisses to the top of your abdomen, and to your midriff.

His palm presses against your lower stomach, and once he reaches the waistline of your jeans, he quickly unfastens the button and yanks at the zipper.

Dodge sinks down, dropping himself to his knees as he kisses down your body. He nips and bites at the skin just above your hip bone as his hands grip the waist and and pulls your jeans past your thighs and down your legs.

He looks up at you with darkened, hungry eyes- his tongue flicking out for a second to wet his bottom lip. "Keep lookin' at me just like that, pretty thing," He says, his voice low and gravelly. He guides one of your legs onto his shoulder.

The only piece of fabric left between his mouth and it's intended target are your panties, and they don't last for long as the cowboy pulls them down with his teeth and watches them fall to your ankles.

"Keep quiet. Wouldn't want anyone seeing how good I make you feel, would we?"

He doesn't bother to wait for your response. He leans in, and his mouth is on you in mere seconds. His tongue is running up and down your folds as he moans, tasting you and savoring the sweet taste of you on his mouth.

As Dodge uses his tongue to please you, his eyes flick up to glance at you. Your head is thrown back, eyes almost rolling into the back of your head. You bite down on your bottom lip to muffle the noises that threaten to escape you. God, you're so pretty. He's never seen anybody look as goddamn beautiful as you do right now.

His eyes don't leave you. He keeps his gaze locked on yours. His name falling from your lips sounding sweeter than any melody. His tongue works you in a way that makes you lose all coherent thoughts, your head dizzy from pleasure and your eyes closing- unable to keep them open against the overwhelming sensation.

He's lapping at you like a starved man, similar to that of a wild animal. His tongue tastes you at such a rabid pace, that it doesn't seem humanly possible. He's groaning into your cunt, and that only amplifies the pleasure.

He's eating you out like he wants to devour you whole, and in a way, he does.

Your body begins to tighten as you feel the all-too-familiar feeling of your orgasm building within you. Your fingers weave into his hair, gripping it between your fingers, as if you needed him to anchor you in place to keep from drowning in your own bliss.

Dodge doesn't let up, even as your moans become louder and more wanton when you're brought over the edge. He keeps working you through your orgasm until you're oversensitive and can't stand the feel of his tongue any longer.

His tongue runs over you one last time, leaving behind a parting kiss, and his mouth trails up your stomach, following the path back towards your heaving chest. He plants one final hot, breathless open-mouthed kiss between your breasts, and he stands to his feet.

His eyes look into yours, admiring the way your chest rises and falls as you attempt to catch your breath. Your cheeks are flushed, and your lips are swollen from biting at them. He wants nothing more than to hear you calling out his name again and again. But...

But the sound of commotion outside the stall causes him to look over his shoulder. The rodeo is still going on, and it won't be long before someone comes looking for him. Dodge turns back to you, his thumb softly grazing over your cheek. "As much as I'd love to stay here-," He steals a short kiss from your lips, "-I need to go check on Charger."

You nod slightly, eyes still scanning him, and your cheeks still flushed. "Okay. Do you wanna... continue this later? Maybe somewhere a little more private?"

Dodge places his hand on the wall by you, effectively trapping you between his body and the stable wall. His lips brush up against your ear as he leans in close, his nose just barely grazing the shell of you ear.

"Of course I do," He all but whispers, the low, heated rasp of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. "I'll text you when the rodeo's done."

"Looking forward to it." You turn your head to quickly peck his cheek, before pulling away to grab to grab your clothes, shrugging your panties and jeans back on.

Dodge laughs softly. That bold attitude always returns, even after you've just had your mind blown.

Once you're both situated, Dodge takes his cowboy hat off his head and places it onto yours, tilting the brim down to cover your eyes with a charming smirk.

"Just keep this safe for me 'til later, okay?" He asks as he opens the stable stall door and peeks his head out. When the coast is clear, he lets go of your hand and disappears into the commotion before you can respond.

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