He takes a step back, and for a moment I think he's changed his mind. But then he says, "Your pussy looks fucking beautiful," and before I can thank him he's hopping onto the bed, dragging his tongue across his lips, and burying his face between my thighs.
He doesn't give me a chance to talk it out, doesn't ask permission. He just feasts on my juicy pussy like a man starving. I can feel his fingers digging into the flesh of my inner thighs as he laps his tongue all over my slit for a few seconds before moving to twirl his tongue around my swollen clit.
I arch my back, gripping the sheets as hard as I can. My other hand finds his hair and I pull him closer, harder, wanting him between my legs forever. Wanting him to inhale my scent, wanting him to lick me until he can't breathe.
Fuck. The pleasure is out of this world.
He never raises his head but his voice rumbles against my pussy: "I'm putting a finger in."
"Do it," I gasp. "Please—"
He starts fingering me. One finger, curved, slowly exploring. Then two fingers, filling me, moving faster, rubbing my G-spot while his tongue works my clit above.
It's too much to endure, pleasure building and building until I can't hold it back. I grab a pillow and scream into it as I orgasm, my stomach clenching, my whole body shaking.
Sweat trickles down my forehead, and Tucker finally stops and looks up at me. His beard is dripping with my juices, his eyes wide, but he's smiling.
"You taste incredible," he says. "I could do this every single day without getting tired."
I chuckle, saliva trickling down the corner of my mouth. "You shouldn't say that because I'll be wanting it."
"I hope so." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Because it's time for the main course now."
I don't take my half-lidded eyes off him as he hops off the bed and strips down until his thick cock is dangling before him. It's fucking big, the shaft coming from inside the dark hair that trails from his belly button down south. I even gulp dryly, both scared and eager for what's coming.
He strokes his cock in front of me. Long, slow strokes that make my pussy clench with anticipation before climbing back into bed and lining up his cock with my wet pussy.
I spread my legs as wide as I can. "Just put it in. Please, Tucker—"
He does, and I bite the pillow to keep from screaming. I'm so wet it slides in easily, but his cock fills me like nothing ever before. It's like a piece belonging to the same puzzle, fitting perfectly.
Now that he's on top of me, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him deeper. I want him buried to the hilt as I watch his musclesflexing beside my head, his hips going back and forth as he thrusts in and out.
Each time his cock leaves me, I miss it. And when he slams it right back in, I gasp and moan his name.
And the more I say his name, the harder and faster he fucks me.
Sweat drips from his hair onto my breasts, but he doesn't seem tired at all. His breathing isn't shallow like mine, and he never slows down. This is a real man—a rugged, handsome cowboy who knows exactly what he's doing.
I place a hand on his cheek and kiss it before whispering, "I want to get on all fours. It's my favorite position."
He slows down, pulls out, and helps me turn around and get on all fours. I put my face down on one of the pillows and push my ass up, ready and waiting.
I have no idea what's happening behind me, but I can feel his rough fingers squeezing my ass cheeks, spreading them, and then his cockhead is at my entrance, spreading my pussy as he fills me inch by inch.
He places his hands on my hips, tightening his grip, and then the bed starts creaking with the impact of his thrusts. He fucks me good, even grabbing my hair and slapping my ass, and fuck, I love the sting. It makes me feel alive, makes everything feel more real.
He keeps fucking me mercilessly until my legs start giving out. I'm exhausted. I haven't worked out in a while, and it's been so long since I had sex that my legs are trembling, muscles burning.
I collapse onto the bed, but Tucker doesn't stop. His body follows mine, and he keeps fucking me in a prone position, his cock going even deeper than before. He's hitting all the right spots, and I can't hold my second orgasm inside.
I cum, eyes rolling back, moaning so loud the walls must be trembling, and my pussy clenches, squeezing his cock.
That must trigger him because he's halfway through telling me he's close when I feel two hot loads of cum filling my insides. So warm, so thick, but I've never felt this claimed. I've never even let a man finish inside me before, but this is Tucker. It feels right.
"Fuck, I'm sorry—" he starts, but I cut him off.
"It's fine. But thrust a few more times. I love having you inside me."
