You choke out an airy ‘yes’, nails digging into him as you nod at his words. Your moans growing louder every time he thrusts up, hands tight on your hips as he guides you up and down, spearing you on his cock. Then, you say it. You know what you’re doing, that bratty glint in your eyes that tells him your about to mouth off, “Come on cowboy,” you clench around his cock, unable to hide your smirk when he hisses, “You can fuck me harder than that.”

Rhett halts ever so slightly, a glimmer in his eyes at how easily you mouth off at him. It’s a taunt. A challenge. And he’s ready for it. He playfully nips your shoulder at your tone, giving your neck another gentle squeeze before suddenly, you’re on your back, legs hooked over his shoulders. He has more control this way and can fuck you deeper, harder. Just like you wanted.

Before he starts moving again, he takes it all in.

You, beautiful as ever, blissed out and desperate for him. He kisses the inside of your thigh, murmuring, “So pretty my darlin’, m’ so lucky to have you.” You whine, wanting him, needing him back inside you. Within a blink of an eye, that teasing look in his eyes is gone, black coolness takes their place as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs.

In one swift motion, he’s plummeting into you, his speed faster than before as he fulfills your wish. Playing the mean, degrading, and dominating cowboy role to the best of his ability. Making it an experience you’ll never forget. His free hand is back at your throat just as fast, the other on your thigh, helping him keep his grip, “There we go darlin’. You wanted it, fucking take it like the slut you are. Just so dumb and desperate fo’ my cock.”

You squirm, every word going straight to your throbbing core. And then it hits, the euphoria. It makes your back arch, your core spasming as you cum around his cock. You gasp out his name, sobbing as the emotions overwhelm you and Rhett can’t help but worry. Did he do something wrong? Did he hurt you?

“Hey, hey.” His voice comes out gently, his touch even softer as he holds you. He’s so careful, pulling you closer to his chest so you're seated on his lap, such a divergence from how he was holding you just a moment ago, “You okay, darlin’?”

You don't immediately respond, still breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Your eyes have that far away look in them and your ears are still ringing from the hell of an orgasm he brought you too. It only worries Rhett even more. It feels like the world caving in on him, that he failed in his duty to watch over you when you put your faith in him in the form of submission.

“Com’ on darlin’, I need you to talk to me. I need to know you’re okay.”

With a shaky sigh, you nod, letting him know you’re fine. “Course I’m okay, just… wow.” You let out a tiny chuckle, in disbelief at how good he made you feel. You knew Rhett could make you feel good, this was nowhere near your first time being intimate with one another, but this was something else. This was something more, something you’ve never experienced before.

His eyes still oozed concern, “I didn’t hurt ya or nothin’?”

“No, of course not. Not how I didn’t want you too anyway”

“Did I… was it how you wanted? Did I do good?”

You hum, taking his hand in yours, kissing his palm. Rhett blinks at you, lashes fluttering, “You were the best Rhett. The absolute best.” When he tilts his head like he’s unsure he heard you right. Sensing his doubt, you beckon him closer, "C'mere cowboy." And once you get your hands in his hair, you kiss him again and again until he starts smiling against you.

He playfully grunts before gently flipping you over so now he’s hovering above you, “Let me take care of you darlin’.” He pets the top of your head, smoothing it down as he stares into your eyes. It kind of feels like he’s staring into your soul. “I need to help ya. Need to clean ya up.”

The way he asks kind of throws you off. He sounds almost normal, but there’s a tone, a shakiness in his voice that tells you more. It’s like he’s desperate, determined to make sure you’re fine. To show his worth.

“Okay.”

Rhett springs into action. He presses a soft kiss on your temple before getting up and going into the bathroom. When he comes back, he has a warm, damp towel in his hand.

Rhett’s so careful with you. Every touch is attentive, deliberate. Delicate hands rub between your legs, wiping off all the cum and sweat that’s accumulated from your night together. He gets another rag, this one cool to the touch, and runs it along your neck. You moan at the chill. It’s such a nice contrast to the humidity that was building in the room. He analyzes your every move, every twitch, and you’re doing the same.

Despite him hiding it well, you can tell something’s amiss. His eyes are focused, almost too focused, jaw clenched like he’s expecting something to happen. Expecting the other shoe to drop. You and Rhett haven’t been dating for long, but he’s been everything you could ask for in a partner. You don’t know why he’s looking at you like he’ll never see you again.

Hand reaching for his arm, you squeeze him gently, grabbing his attention, “You okay, cowboy?” Before he can respond, you start moving your hand up and down his arm, applying more pressure to massage his muscles. Rhett lets you, leaning into your touch more.

That’s his only answer to you before he gets back to work. And you don’t stop, keeping your hands moving, massaging whatever part of him you can reach. He’s still cleaning you up, taking care of you, but the tension in his shoulders sag, that little frown on his face disappearing and that cloudy look in his eyes almost vanishing entirely as you whisper praises of how good he was for you, and how he made you feel so good. That he was the best you could ever ask for. Gradually, it lightens him.

A loud, tired yawn escapes you and Rhett can’t help but chuckle, “Tired, darlin’?”

You shake your head, blinking your eyes rapidly to stay awake, “No, I’m good.”

But you both know that’s a lie. The pressure in your hands weakens with every brush against him, your head sinking to the side of the pillow until your eyes are closed and your hands fall to the side, completely asleep.

Rhett smirks, snorting at how easily you succumb to sleep but then his entire demeanor softens as he looks at you. He kisses your fallen hand, adjusts you so you won’t wake up with a cramp in your neck before settling down beside you, hoping that when he wakes up in the morning, you’ll still be there.

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Used.

That’s how Rhett usually feels the morning after he’s fulfilled a fantasy. He’s grown accustomed to the feeling of waking up in cold room with an even colder and empty bed, with only the faint scent of his partner still lingering on the other side. But not with you. Because you’re there, blanket almost falling off you, mouth half open, and snoring ever so lightly as you sleep off the exhausting and exhilarating night you had.

Rhett blinks, rubbing his eyes, making sure you’re really there. Relief fills him when he realizes this isn’t a dream. He doesn’t mean to wake you, but Rhett can’t help himself from pulling your close, needing your weight on him.

You make the cutest noise, confused and sleepy as you mumble his name in question, “Rhett?” Your eyes open just to slam shut, eyes still tired and dry. Your face scrunches up when Rhett just wordlessly pulls you closer. “S’ too early.”

“You’re here.”

With closed eyes, you answer, “’Course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” Rhett holds you tighter, watching with big eyes as you snuggle deeper into his chest, “What’s up?”

“Nothin’, nothin’ at all.” He softly runs his hands up and down your back before wrapping the almost fallen blanket tighter over you both, keeping you warm from the insanely cold room, “You’re right, s’too early. Get on back to sleep darlin’.”

You don’t question him, already halfway back to sleep the moment he says his second ‘nothin’.

Rhett smiles to himself, chest flooding with warmth and butterflies fluttering in the cowboy’s stomach as it sets in. You really are different from all the others. You stayed. And Rhett’s going to make damn sure he never lets you go.

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