His strong, thick thighs dusted with hair reminded me that he was very much aman. My heart pounded erratically, anticipating what he had in store for me. I’d try anything once, and I was quickly growing obsessed with this cowboy. I’d do anything he asked of me.
“Spread yourself out on the couch,” he instructed.
I lay down across the plush, gray couch, unclasping my bra and letting the straps fall off my shoulders. The cool evening air teased my now-exposed skin, making my nipples pebble.
He bit his lip, just as he had in the bar, and hummed in appreciation.
“Panties off,” he demanded. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, sweetheart.”
I shimmied the lace over my hips, down my legs, and over my feet until I could kick them off. Who cares where they landed in the dark? I did as he asked, allowing my knees to fall open so he could see how wet I was for him.
The moon cast shadows across his face, but his eyes blazed with need.
“See something you like?” I teased.
“Fuck, you’re drenched.”
“Just for you, baby.” I ran a hand up the inside of my thigh, my fingertips dancing over my pussy lips, spreading the moisture up and over my clit. “Do you have a condom?”
He stood still for a moment, his gaze jolting back to mine. A moment of what looked like doubt—or was it guilt?—washed over him as he hesitated. My brows pinched together, concerned. Did he not want to do this? Did I take it too far? Was he regretting bringing me home?
He turned around, walking away and disappearing behind a door, which I assumed was his bedroom. I sat up. Maybe this wasn’t going to happen after all?Shit.Where were my panties?
I scanned the dark floor, looking for where my underwear could have landed. I squinted, not being able to see much. I did, however, notice a toy tractor lying on its side on the carpet. Did this guy have a kid?
Before I had too much time to spiral on that, he strode back out into the living room. Having shed his briefs, he was now on full display—every chiseled, rock-hard, tan muscle. I wanted tolick this man. Everywhere. It didn’t matter where as long as my tongue was on his body. His hand flexed as he rolled the condom onto hisverylarge cock.
“Holy shit!” I said, before I could even think. “How in the hell do you walk around with that thing?”
I’d seen men in pornos that big, but I didn’t think it actually existed.
Now sheathed, he glanced up at me, his face dark and determined. Not even answering my question, he stalked toward me, his cock bouncing as he approached. I scraped my teeth over my bottom lip, contemplating how in the world he was going to fit. Hell, I was wondering if I’d even be able to sit straight in my saddle tomorrow. That was a problem for tomorrow, though.
He knelt on the couch, pushing me back, wedging himself between my legs. His strong, steady, calloused hands went to my knees to guide them open. Positioning himself between my hips, he ran his tip through my wetness, flicking and teasing against my clit. I bucked my hips, urging him on. He did it again, coating himself in it.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, wrapping my hand around his neck, drawing him down to brush a soft kiss across his lips.
“This sweet little cunt hungry for my cock?” he whispered.
I hummed in agreement. I loved a man who talked dirty. “Fucking starved for it.” I arched toward him, rocking against his hard cock that was mere inches away from where I needed it.
I gripped his dick and positioned the tip at my entrance. “I want to feel how deep you can go,” I told him. I had no idea how much I could fit, but I was desperate and willing to try.
He inched forward, the thick tip stretching me. My breath hitched.
“You can take me,” he encouraged. “I can feel how much your pussy wants to suck me in. Now breathe, and let me take care of this needy little cunt.”
I inhaled through my nose, smelling the scent of whiskey on our breaths and the sweet musk of my arousal that mingled with his. My head swam with desire and liquor as he pressed farther in.
“Fuck,” I gasped, attempting to push air from my lungs.
I spread my knees wider, opening for him as he stretched my walls, pushing torturously slow until he bottomed out. It was intense, almost too much. Pain mixed with pleasure.
“It’s too much,” I whimpered, pushing on his abs. Not knowing whether to push him away or force him to move.
“No, baby. You’re taking me so well. I bet this pretty pussy hasn’t been properly filled until now, has it?”
My heart pounded. He was right. This was beyond anything I’d ever felt before, and I fucking wanted it. I wanted him to pound me into this couch until all I felt was the ghost of his cock in me for days to come.
