“I can’t get enough of you,” I say, my voice rough andthick with need. My breath is hot against her wet skin as I trail kisses higher, closer to where she needs me most.
She whimpers as I hover just above her clit, teasing her with the warmth of my breath. I’m cruel like that, making her wait, making her beg.
And she does.
“Tristan,” she breathes, and that’s all I fucking need. “Please.”
Her hips arch as my tongue sinks into her, a wet, filthy plunge that makes her gasp like she’s been struck by lightning. I fucking savor it—the way her thighs tremble, the way her clit pulses under my lips, swollen and desperate for attention. Her taste is intoxicating, it’s sweet, something that makes my cock throb in my pants like it’s got a fucking mind of its own. I’m not gentle—fuck that. I eat her out like I’m starving, like her pussy is the last fucking meal I’ll ever have on this earth. My tongue laps, slow and deliberate, teasing every nerve until she’s whimpering, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
My hands grip her thighs, holding her open as continue to devour her, licking, sucking, fucking worshiping her like she’s the only goddamn thing that matters.
Her moans are loud now, and I can feel her body tense, desperate for more. I slide a finger inside her, curling it just right, and she screams, her hands find my shoulders and hold tight. I add another finger, stretching her, and her walls flutter around me, tighter, hotter, fucking incredible.
“Oh, yes—god, yes.”
I pull back just enough to look up at her. Her eyes are dark and wild with lust. “You’re so damn perfect,” I say, my voice rough.
Her breath comes in shallow gasps as my tongue circles her clit, flicking it fast, then slow, teasing her until she’s writhing beneath me. I’m not done. Not yet. There’s still so much more I want to do to her, so much I want to make her feel.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps, and I can feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around my fingers, her thighs trembling.
But I stop, pulling back just as she’s about to come. She whimpers, her hips chasing my mouth, and I smirk, looking up at her. “Not yet,” I say, my voice rough.
“Damn you,” she exhales, dropping a hand on the bed in frustration. I kiss her thigh, biting softly, and she jerks beneath me. “I can’t take it anymore,” she moans. “I want you. Now.”
I shift so I’m on my knees between her thighs, her skin glistens under the dim light creepin’ through the window. I smirk, my hand already reaching for the bedside drawer. The wood creaks as I yank it open, fingers closing around the condom I’d stashed there. My cock is straining against the fabric of my jeans. Tuggin’ it free, I let her see the full, throbbing length of me for the first time. Her eyes widen, her lips parting in a silent “oh” as I give myself a few rough pumps, pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“Well, hello, cowboy,” she breathes, her voice thick with want.
“You like what you see, darlin’?” I growl, my voice low and rough.
She bites her lip, her gaze flicking from my cock to my face and back again. “I like what I see,” she says, her tone teasing but almost nervous. “But just so you know now, that thing’s not gonna fit inside me.”
I grin, slow and wicked, my hand still working myself. “Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. And just soyouknow, us bull riders, we don’t let nothin’ slide. You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
Her head falls back against the pillow, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. “God help me,” she whispers, her fingers gripping the sheets.
“Not God, baby. Tristan,” I say, leaning over her, my breath hot against her ear. “And you better fuckin’ say it. Now, are you ready?”
She nods, her eyes dark with need, and I don’t waste another second. I press the tip of my cock against her entrance, swollen and slick with her wetness. She’s tight—real fucking tight—and I groan as I push inside, inch by agonizing inch. Her lips part in a silent gasp, her nails digging into my shoulders as she stretches around me.
“That’s a good girl,” I murmur, my voice ragged. “Take it all, Sawyer.”
I see the moment she feels all of me—the way her body trembles, the way her mouth falls open in a wordless scream.
“Tristan,” she moans, her voice breaking. “You feel so fucking good.”
I pull out slowly, savoring the way her walls cling to me. I thrust back in, harder this time. Her back arches, her breasts pressing against my chest, and I can feel her heartbeat pounding against mine. Her nails dig into my back, her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. I kiss her, swallowing her moans, and when I break away, her eyes are half-lidded, her lips swollen.
“You are so damn beautiful,” I growl, my thrusts getting harder, deeper as I grip her waist tight. “You take this cock so fucking well.”
She grips my shoulders tighter at the praise.
Her pussy is wet and tight, squeezing me like I belong with her, and I can feel all of her, every quiver, every pulse of her body as she adjusts to me. My cock throbs, my balls tightening as I pick up the pace, thrusting harder, faster,until the room is filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, her moans mixed with the low, guttural growls tearing from my chest.
“Fuck,” she cries, her nails raking down my back. “Tristan, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I listen, picking up the pace, slamming into her until the bed creaks beneath us. Her moans grow louder, more frantic. I reach between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles as her pussy starts to clench around me. I know she’s close, and when she comes, I’ll be right there with her, burying myself deep inside her, claiming every inch of her.
