24
Fletcher
This feeling is new. For the first time ever, I’ve forgotten about the need to fulfill my own cravings and care only about her and her pleasure. It doesn’t matter that my cock is throbbing uncomfortably against my jeans. If anything, it feels like a bit of a miracle that I haven’t just come in my pants, because I came pretty damn close as she climbed on top of me and let me eat out that perfect pussy of hers.
“Easy there,” I chuckle at her enthusiasm, thankful for the first time that my pants are still on as I reach into my pocket for my wallet.
I’d come prepared. Not only do I pull out a condom, but have more tucked away in my glove box just in case.
She seems confused by the request, but when she sees what’s in my hand, the realization takes hold. Then, with one swift motion, she reaches for my jeans and yanks them down my legs.
We’re a frenzy of limbs as she pulls and I kick off my boots and pants. The relief is instant the second I’m no longer restrained, and she palms my bulge through the thin fabric of my boxers, eliciting a low, throaty groan.
“Let me see you.” There’s no hint of shyness in her voice, and like always, when it comes to Hollis, I do exactly as told.
I place my hands on the sides of my boxers, slide them down, and kick them away with the rest of our discarded clothing.
Her eyes drift to my newly freed member as it stands at attention, and beams her approval. Her hand snakes down and wraps around my length, my muscles tensing as a low growl escapes my lips.
She knows exactly how to torture me. Each movement is slow and deliberate as she slides her hand over the sensitive skin of my cock. It takes pretty much everything in me not to grind myself into her touch, but I know how much she likes being in charge, and I let her have it.
My eyes close and my head dips backward as she continues to pump her hand back and forth along my shaft before moving toward the head. She swipes her thumb across it, and then suddenly, without warning the warmth disappears and my eyes open. With a slackened jaw and heavy-lidded eyes, I watch in complete awe as she sucks her pre-cum soaked thumb into her mouth.
“Holy fuck,” I curse.
At the very same moment, she says “I need you inside of me.”
The condom is still in my hand, and just as I make the move to tear it open, it’s yanked away as she rips it open with her teeth.
My cock twitches. I wasn’t sure if it was even possible to be any more turned on, but clearly I was wrong. Just as smoothly as she opened it, she slides it down my thick length.
With the condom in place, Hollis lays back, and I crawl over her, my hands resting on either side of her.
“God, you look so damn gorgeoys lying under me like this,” I tell her, unable to help myself as I fully take her in.
The hat has fallen away, and her hair looks to be a wild, tangled mess. The braid she’d worn earlier is barely holding itself together, but as she gazes up at me with the wisps of hair framing her face, I’m not so sure I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.
“Fletch, I need you,” she begs, placing her hand on my cheek.
“I need you too, baby.”
Reaching down, I line my cock with her entrance, her hands curving around my back. I’m more than aware of how wet she is, especially after getting a taste of it earlier, but fuck. Even with the condom on, my cock slides in effortlessly, her walls clenching down hard around me.
“You’re so damn tight,” I moan, as I bury my face into her neck, her nails digging into my skin.
As much as I wish I was capable of going slow like I had earlier, now isn’t the time for that. I thrust in and out of her, my speed quickening with every buck of my hips. Her own pants and moans, as well as the way her nails dig deeper into the flesh of my back let me know she’s just as needy.
We move in tandem, each movement I make met just as greedily by her hips. However, she only lets me be in charge for so long. Just like earlier, she twirls us around, my dick still inside her, until she’s on top.
The hat may be missing, but I’ll happily let this cowgirl ride me any day. There may be men out there not comfortable enough to let their woman be in control, but I’m all for it, especially when it comes with this kind of view.
She reaches behind her, and unclasps her bra, freeing her round, perky breasts before she tossing the red fabric to the side.
Given how much she’s tortured me and made me wait, it may be more fitting to call her a devil, but there’s no way that could be true. I swear I only see a halo above that head of hers. Sure, that devilish smirk on her face could say I’m wrong, but there’s no way the woman riding my cock right now isn’t a perfect angel.
My hands find her waist as she rocks her hips against mine, but they don’t stay there long. I guide them up her smooth stomach until my palms are covering her breasts.
She lets out a soft cry, her eyes closing as she continues to rock her body back and forth onto mine. I give her tits a squeeze, and she rewards me by somehow sinking down onto me even further.
