Broad chest rippling with muscle from years outdoors, dusted with patchy hair across his sternum that thins into a trail vanishing into his jeans.
Black ink tattoos coil over his arms—skulls, saints, thorns—vivid and unbroken now.
He's beautiful and he's mine.
"Get over here, cowboy."
He climbs onto the bed, shedding his jeans and boxers in seconds.
His cock springs free, thick and veined, head flushed dark and leaking pre-cum.
It bobs heavy as he kneels between my legs, gripping my thighs to spread me wide.
He's slow, the first time. Agonizingly so.
His hands roam my body—palms dragging over my breasts, pinching my nipples until they ache—while he leans down to lick a stripe from my navel to my throat.
His cock nudges my entrance, slick with my arousal, but he doesn't thrust.
Instead, he rocks forward inch by torturous inch, filling me.
My pussy stretches around his girth, walls fluttering as he bottoms out, balls pressing against my ass.
I whimper, nails digging into his shoulders, urging him faster, but he holds still, buried deep, letting me adjust.
His mouth finds my neck, kissing soft, then sucking hard enough to bruise.
"Dakota," he groans into my skin, like a prayer and a vow.
He pulls back halfway, then slides home again, deliberate, grinding his pelvis against my clit with each thrust.
Sweat beads on his chest, dripping onto my breasts as the pace builds.
His hand splays flat and heavy on my belly, pinning me down while he tells me everything—voice rough, words spilling afteryears of being pent up. "Gonna fuck you slow first, feel every clench of this tight pussy. Been dreaming of you squeezing my cock for longer than I want to admit. Wanted to bend you over, spread these thighs, lick you until you scream my name. Now you're mine, Dakota. All fuckin’ mine."
The slow drags turn punishing.
He slams into me harder, hips snapping, bed frame creaking under us.
His tattoos flex with every thrust, scars pulling taut.
I wrap my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper.
His mouth latches onto my collarbone, teeth biting as he growls "mine" into the bone, breath hot and ragged.
Pleasure coils tight in my core, his cock hitting that spot inside me brutally.
Fingers fist in his hair, yanking his head back so I can bite his shoulder, his name muffled against muscle.
He pounds faster, balls slapping my ass, free hand rubbing my clit in rough circles.
I shatter first, pussy convulsing around his cock, milking him as waves crash through me.
Stars burst behind my eyes, body arching off the quilt, a scream tearing from my throat.
He follows seconds later, thrusting deep one last time.
His face buries in my neck, arm banding tight around my waist, crushing me close.
