I pump lazily, my finger gliding in and out, watching as her pussy stretches, gripping and squishing like she can’t get enough.
“This cunt’s going to take me tonight,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.
“Fuck yes, it is,” she whispers, her voice breathy.
“Every inch of me like a good little tease.”
“So do it now. What are you waiting for?” she snaps, her impatience dripping with want.
“Not yet. I want you coming on my face first.”
I lower my mouth again, sucking and flicking, drawing that tight bud between my lips and holding it there in a relentless, pulsing suction. My tongue works her over, memorizing all her curves, fast and precise until her body’s arching off the bed with need.
“Yes, Hayes,” she groans, her legs trembling as her heels press against the bed’s edge. She braces herself, hands sliding to her breasts, teasing her nipples into tight peaks as she gasps and writhes. “I’m so close. Keeping going.”
Then I feel it, her body tightening, her walls squeezing my fingers snuggly as her orgasm takes her.
“Yes!” she screams, her voice breaking as she shatters beneath me. I keep pumping into her, milking every last tremor of her release, watching as her flushed cheeks and heaving chest make her even more stunning.
When I’m sure she’s coming down, I pull back, the taste of her still on my tongue as I reach for my wallet. I pull out a condom, not yet tearing it open while shoving my pants down and yanking off my shirt. My cock is rock-hard, heavy in my hand as I stroke it, waiting for her to open her eyes and give me the signal. Damn, she’s even prettier after she comes. A soft smile plays at the edge of her lips, her pussy is puffy, and her nipples are red from her teasing.
When her eyes finally flutter open, she leans up, her lips parting as she takes me in.
“Shit… you have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
I smile. Sure, I’ve heard that plenty of times before, but something about hearing it from Regan is a shot to my ego.
“I told you you’d take me.”
She nods, her confidence never wavering. “I will.”
And then she flips over, presses her knees into the edge of the bed and arches her ass in the air. Her back curves perfectly, her wet pussy still glistening from her orgasm as she looks over her shoulder.
“Take me from behind.”
That sounds good to me.
I step forward, my hands gripping the warm, flesh of her ass as I knead it, savoring the erotic view.
“So fucking sexy,” I murmur as I admire the tan lines on her ass from where her swimsuit sits.
She pushes her hips back, brushing against my bare cock, teasing us both. For good measure, I drag myself across her folds, letting her feel every inch of me before I finally roll the condom down my length. Once it’s snug, I position myself at her entrance and press forward, sliding into her wet heat, inch by inch. Her body welcomes me, tight and warm, and when I’m buried to the root, I grip her hips, holding her steady and willing myself to slow down. Even through the plastic she feels like a snug dream, and I know this might go faster than usual.
“Yes,” she hisses as I pulse inside her waiting. I pause, letting her feel every inch, before pulling back and thrusting back in harder. She arches, pressing back into me, and I grip her hips harder, lifting her slightly to hit the perfect angle. Then I pull out completely and slam back in, bottoming out.
“Dammit it,” I cuss. She feels incredible. Too good.
Is it because I’m sober? No, that’s not it. I’ve had sober sex plenty of times though lately it hasn’t been the norm.
Is it the high from retirement? The thrill of walking away on my own terms and being done with my bull riding career?
No, that doesn’t explain it either.
I think it might be her.
It’s her tight, snug pussy gripping me, her soft, flushed skin, the way she moans like I’m the only thing that matters right now. The confidence in the way she pushes against me each time I thrust into her. The way she feels less like a buckle bunny and more like the girls I grew up with back in South Carolina where the humidity was thick and loyalty was thicker.
When I pull out again, my cock is soaked with her arousal, the condom slick and dripping. I watch as I press back in, and she meets me halfway, shoving her hips back, desperate to take all of me as she impales herself.
