I writhe beneath him, lost in a sea of ecstasy.Being alone, I got good at handling business myself, but I think I've been doing it wrong.It never felt this good.Not even when I used the rose.Cord is…better than magical.He's the devil.
"God, yeah, pretty baby, grind that cunt all over my face," he growls, lifting my ass completely off the bed."Ride me until you're dripping down my chin."
My injured ankle dangles above the bed.I use my other foot for leverage, too far gone to feel ashamed as I do exactly as instructed and grind against his face.He roars his pleasure, manhandling me with ease.I sob and writhe, bucking against his face.I'm so close, so damn close.
His tongue presses against my back entrance.
I scream as stars erupt behind my eyelids, sending me freefalling into bliss.Bright colors burst in vivid sprays of color, lighting up my world again and again.They ignite inside my bloodstream, waves of pleasure surging through my veins until they consume every part of me, down to the tiniest atom.It seems to go on forever.
When it finally ends, I'm flat on my back, sprawled across Cord's bed like a starfish.He's on his knees between my thighs.The look on his face… Please, God, please let me keep him.Please let him keep looking at me like this for the rest of my life.It's more the want, more than need.It's as if his very soul blazes from his eyes.
"Next time you ride my face, it'll be with my cock down your throat, Cassia," he says, his voice a thick rasp."Maybe that'll keep every ranch-hand on the fucking property from knowing how good you sound when you're screaming my name."
Only then do I realize he's stark naked, his erection in one meaty fist.
"Y-you lied," I whisper, my voice strangled.
One dark brow tics upward in a silent demand for an explanation.
"You said cowboys get the job done with a few less than eleven inches.That's not less than eleven inches, Cord!"I cry, squirming beneath him.He's going to split me in half with that thing.And God help me, but part of me wants him to do it.
"It's not eleven inches, Cassia," he says, smirking down at me.He strokes his massive erection, gliding his thumb across the broad head."It's eight…give or take."
"Give or take what?Three inches?"
"Two."
I choke on my tongue, which makes him chuckle.
"You made him this way, pretty baby," he growls, hooking an arm around my waist to drag me further down the bed.My thighs spread around his, my ass in his lap.His erection nudges my clit and I nearly come unglued."Seems only fair you fuck him soft."
"If you break me, I'm going to be so mad at you."
"Break you?"He leans forward, wrapping a hand around my throat.He lifts me gently, claiming my mouth in a hot kiss.I taste myself on him and instantly love it.Maybe I shouldn't, but I don't care."Ah, pretty baby, I'm not going to break you.I'm going to ruin you, and you're going to love every fucking minute of it."
I'm pretty sure he's right.Mina would be so proud.
"You're going to put me inside you, Cassia," he says, nipping at my bottom lip."I want to watch you work yourself onto my cock.Go as slow as you need to go.I've got you."
"Okay," I whisper, my heart banging against my breastbone with equal parts excitement and anxiety.I never imagined I'd be the type of woman who liked being told what to do, but I love it.It…settles me.I don't feel unmoored and adrift with him.For the first time in my life, I feel like I'm exactly who I'm meant to be, exactlywhereI'm meant to be.I trust him to take care of me.I never imagined how freeing that could be, to instinctively know that someone else will be there to catch me.But I know it with him.
I slip my hand between our bodies, gliding my fingers along his erection.He hisses, his head falling back as I explore his length.His skin is hot to the touch and hard yet somehow smooth as silk too.I still don't think there's a chance in hell that he's going to fit inside me.Not only is he ridiculously long, but he's thick too.But I want to feel him inside me, even if it hurts.I need him inside me.Not having him in me is painful at this point.
I wrap my hand as far around him as I can, stroking up and down.His body is taut, little groans of pleasure escaping his lips.He's beautiful like this, so raw and wild.So fierce.
"Stop teasing me, pretty baby," he groans."I can't take it.Ah, God.Let me in."
A surge of womanly satisfaction fires in my veins.
I guide him to my opening, moaning as my juices coat my hands and his cock.I'm so wet I'm sure he feels it dripping onto his thighs.But he's not complaining.The cocky bastard probably loves knowing he's got me this worked up.
He balances me on his lap, holding my weight, while I work to fit him inside me.Between my hands shaking and how wet I am, it takes a minute before I finally manage to position him just right.I sink down slowly.My body resists for a moment and then the head of his cock slips in.
"Ah, fuck," he groans, eyes glued to where we're connected."You look good wrapped around me, princess.Can you take more?"
"Yes," I whisper.It doesn't hurt.At least not at first.I work my hips, taking a little bit more of him.The stretch starts to burn and ache.
"Slow," Cord says, his voice strangled."Slow."
