My jeans are still at my ankles as I grip her soft hips and thrust inside of her.
Fuck, she feels good. I push in deeper and growl out as her pussy clenches down on my cock.
“Oh my God, I’m so close. I’m gonna come,” she pants as I bounce her back and forth against my hard dick.
“Good girl. Come for me. Soak my fucking cock. Soak it hard.”
I thrust into her rougher, and a moment later she comes, screaming out my name like some filthy little promise. “Ryker… oh God… yes!”
The sweet breathy sounds of her voice are the last piece of this two-minute puzzle. I slam into her harder and unload.
“Fuck!” I groan loudly as she convulses against my cock, her pussy squeezing down harder and harder, holding me inside of her as I thrust out the last bit of come.
“You’re so big!” She grins in the mirror and collapses a little against the porcelain sink. “You’re so, so big.”
I lean in and bite the back of her neck, growling low as I hold her stomach tight, keeping us suctioned together.
“And you’re so fucking tight. I need a favor now. Can you do me a favor, sweet girl?”
She blinks up at me in the mirror. “Yeah, whatever you want.”
“I need you to bend down on those knees again and clean my cock off. Can you do that for me?”
She nods slowly and bites back a grin as I drop my shirt to the ground for her to kneel onto.
Fuck,I don’t want to pull out of her tightness, but I do want to see her on her knees again. I need to feel her warm mouth on my cock, licking me clean.
Tilting forward, she pulls me out and turns back, bending to her knees with urgency, as though she somehow knows my cock is aching to be warm again. Eyes on me, she takes hold of my shaft and slides me into her throat, tongue flat and twisting as she sucks and licks until I’m sparkling.
I rub my fingertips through her silky hair. “Good girl. Fuck, you’re a good girl.”
Her tongue circles the tip, and for a moment she pauses, suckling as though she’s drinking from a straw, desperate to get the last bits of my milkshake up from the bottom.
My face heats as I stare down at this blonde-haired beauty. This tight, young, gorgeous girl who’s bowed before me. I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve her, but fuck if I’m giving her up.
She twists her tongue around my cock one final time, then pulls off with a pop that makes my balls tighten again.
Fuck, maybe there’s no reason to stop fucking her.
Reaching for her hands, I help her up and tug up my jeans before dressing her. “Sorry, I was such an animal there. I’m sure there are much nicer places to fuck than the bathroom stall at the farm store.”
She smiles. “I kinda thought it was perfect. I like when you want me like that. It felt so… raw. Like you had to have me.”
“I do have to have you,” I say, brushing back her hair. “I have to have all of you. You’re so perfect. The way you laugh, the way you cry, the way you talk. All of you. I can’t get enough. I want to keep you safe, love on you, and fuck you hard. I’m fucking obsessed.”
Why are my balls drawing up again?
I realize now I’ve left marks on her skin from where I’ve tugged and pulled. My finger traces the mark on her neck. “Jesus, I’m sorry. Does this hurt?”
She turns and looks in the mirror, the shape of my fingers red on her soft skin. “No. Not at all.” A grin takes over as she tugs down her shirt slightly, showing off bite marks on her shoulder. “This one does, though.”
“Oh fuck. When did I do that?”
“Just now. You bit down on my shoulder as you came. I loved it! I love your marks all over, Ryker! Don’t ever stop!”
I don’t even recall that bite, that’s how out of body I am with her. It’s like another part of me takes over.
Growling, I lift her up again and set her on the edge of the sink, kissing, licking, nibbling her breasts for who knows how long before we hear a knock at the door.
