I stepped away from Forsythe, ripping our mouths apart before sliding my dress down my body and kicking it away with my boots. I felt nervous standing before him in just my lingerie, but if he wanted me to be in control, then I was determined to lead him exactly as I wanted.
I silently stripped down and tossed the rest of my clothes into the pile next to me. The way he looked at my body, in spite of my scar, gave me all the confidence I needed. And it made me want him even more. “Your turn, old man.”
Forsythe grinned and walked towards me. He brushed his hair back, and in one flawless motion, whipped his belt clean from his jeans with a loud snap. It made me jolt and smile, and I think he enjoyed my reaction. “Last chance to stop this, Lucille.” His finger unbuttoned his jeans. “Once these come off, there’s no stopping what I plan to do to you.”
His words made my center ache. “Then what’re you waiting for?” My hands unzipped his jeans as he watched me closely. “Kick them off, cowboy.”
He wasted no time stripping, and as he grabbed the back of my neck, I caught myself staring below his waist. He must’ve noticed my fixation ‘cause he had the biggest smile on his face. “Eyes up here, little viper.” He tilted my head back some more as my gaze rose to meet his. “I take it you like what you see?” I nodded sheepishly. He moved even closer, causing me to stumble back as I pulled him down with me.
The two of us fell back as our bodies slammed onto the ground, landing on the piles of clothes. My hands remained intertwined around his neck, and he was positioned between my legs. “Already falling for me, huh?” His hand glided up my thigh, scratching my scarred thigh faintly. The pain I felt made me wince as my body arched into his. His body also reacted, flexing as the tip of his penis knocked against my center.
Without a word, he spread my legs a little more and let his hands wander, watching the way my body flinched and jolted at his delicate touch. His fingers trailed up my abdomen and traced the tattoo I had along my sternum and under my breasts. “I didn't know you had this.” His fingertips traced the two snakes, intertwined and inked into my skin.
“You’re the only one who's seen it,” I breathed.
He smiled at the fact. “It suits you, little viper.” He leaned down and opened his mouth, licking the tattoo. My body arched even more as his mouth made its way to my breasts, licking and flicking both my nipples. He took his time and gently played with them as his hands guided his penis closer to my body. He pressed it against me, and I could feel his excitement as it soaked into my skin.
I moaned faintly, struggling to pretend what he was doing to me didn't feel so damn good.
I want more.
My hands twisted through his salted hair, and I tugged his head back, guiding him back to my mouth. His body pressed even harder against mine as he continued to rub his tip along my center with a pleasing pressure. My mouth consumed him, and I kissed him passionately while thrusting my hips towards him.
“Lucille,” he moaned into me.
“Yes,” I moaned back.
His breathing was so intense. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time. So forgive me if I’m too rough.”
I smiled and bit his lower lip, holding it between my teeth and tugging it until he bled into my mouth. I sucked it hard, releasing it with a loud pop. His eyes met mine as I grinned with a raised brow. “I can handle it rough.”
Forsythe licked his lip and smiled. He pressed his hardened dick against me, sliding just the tip inside my body. I gasped loudly, arching my back at the small amount of pain I felt, knowing how large he was. “That’s right, now take a nice, deep breath for me.” Our eyes locked as I inhaled and he slowly pushed inside me. My eyes watered at his size, knowing there was no way he was fully inside me yet. “Almost there,” he breathed. “You’re doing such a good job.” He placed my legs over his shoulders and kissed my forehead. “Deep breath, Lucille.” As the air hit my lungs, he thrusted hard, releasing a wavering moan, much like my own.
My legs squeezed around Forsythe’s neck as he thrusted again and again, increasing both his speed and force behind it. He pinned my arms down on either side of me and held nothing back, pounding into my body. The sounds he made, the way his eyes remained so fixated on me, watching every little twitch in my face, it was all too much. And I could feel my body tighten as a budding climax crept up on me.
No, not yet. It’s too soon.
“Wait,” I breathed between panting breaths. “Stop. Stop!”
He slowed his pace and released my arms. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No.” I shook my head and struggled to control my breathing. “No, I just—” I had to swallow as my throat was so damn dry. “I just need a minute.” My body slowly calmed down.
Forsythe gently lowered my legs and kissed my abdomen. “What if I don’t want to wait?” His devious little grin returned, and I felt the pressure of his fingers softly caress my clit while slowly pushing further inside me. I instantly twitched at how good it felt. “What if I want to keep going? Hmm?” My thighs tightened as I tried to fight the urge I felt. “What’s wrong, Lucille?” His mouth kissed my neck, and I cried out faintly as he massaged me some more. “I thought you said you could handle this.” He opened his mouth and bit into my skin with a vibrating moan.
My nails dug along his back as I fought my building orgasm. “You want rough? Fine. I’ll show you rough.”
I used all my strength to flip our bodies, slamming his back into the dirt. My thighs straddled him as I repositioned myself, noticing his hat. “Well then.” I picked it up and placed it on my head with a twinkle in my eye. “What do you say, cowboy?” I leaned over him, pressing my breasts against his face as I grabbed his belt. He gripped my torso, pinning me against him as his mouth sucked on my nipple. My head raised a little as I moaned into the evening air, wearing nothing but a smile and his hat.
“Oh no you don’t.” I leaned back and pushed his head back as my nipple fell from his mouth. He whined softly. I looped the belt around his neck as he watched me with a smile. “You said I was in control, right?” He nodded. “Good.” I tightened the belt and squeezed it around his thick neck. It constricted his airway enough to heighten his pleasure. “Now.” I wrapped thebelt around my hand, forcing him to sit up with a single tug. “Be a good boy and let me take the reins.”
Forsythe groaned loudly, watching as I lowered myself down his shaft, gasping at how hard he was. I plopped down onto his lap and offered some slack in the belt, allowing him to rest on his back as I rode him. My hips rocked as I fucked him, wearing his hat and controlling his breathing with the belt. His hands dug into my waist, struggling as I moved faster, nearly bouncing in his lap. He felt so damn good, and I found myself guiding my body into an oncoming orgasm.
“Lucille,” he growled as I tugged the belt.
“Yes,” I moaned. “Oh fuck.” The feeling intensified and grew with each thrust.
Fuck. I’m so close.
