“She’ll need time until I bring her to the stable, but we are getting somewhere.”
Veda kisses me, and I sigh in want. I could die kissing her. I’m sure it’s my calling in life. She licks my lips as her hands work quickly on my belt.
“What are you doing?” I ask between kisses, not dumb enough to stop this.
“You were so brave today.” Her voice carries awe, and I shake my head.
“No, it was just—”
“You are.” She interrupts me and dips her hand under my underwear, getting hold of me in her warm palm. “I’m so proud of you.”
I groan and throw my head back when she starts stroking me. I imagined this a hundred different ways since our time in the woods, but nothing compares to the real thing. Her eyes are alive with mirth, shining with pure satisfaction while she handles me. She licks her fat bottom lip when a bead of precum leaks from the tip, and I almost burst on the spot.
“This is a mighty reward, darlin’.”
She giggles. “You deserve it.”
“I also went to visit Champion, my horse. I haven’t really taken care of him since the accident. I was too fucked up in the head—”
My words end with a deep moan when she sucks the very tip of me. She takes more next. I nearly pass out when she hums with her mouth full of cock. The vibration takes it to the next level. Damn, I didn’t know internal healing was all I needed to impress a woman.
She keeps sucking on me, bringing me to a new high while those pretty eyes watch my every reaction. If she wants to know how good she feels, all she has to do is ask.
“You look so good like that, Veda. Take more, please. I need you to take it all.”
My voice is heavy with desire. My husky tone is so deep it even surprises me. I want to fuck her so bad, to sink inside her deep and never leave, but I know I have to wait. Her eyes light up with praise, and I feel like a true fucking champion for the first time in my life.
I was never a big talker, and her mouth around my cock makes the words scramble around my brain, but I keep praising her until she’s humping the air, so wet and ready she’s about to fall apart without any stimulation but my words.
“That's it, darlin’. I’m almost there. Can I come in your pretty mouth?”
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Veda
Yes.
I don’t judge myself for craving his release as much as I do. No man ever had this power over me, and as if nodding eagerly isn't enough of an answer, I say yes around his cock. The vibration of the word tips him over the edge. My belly curls, and hot, delicious honey leaks between my thighs as I watch him lose all control.
I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, and he explodes in my mouth. It's a lot at first, but I hold him firmly, my hand squeezing his knot. His groans are masculine and powerful, and I know I could come just from his praising words and his husky moans.
Nothing gets wasted. I drink all his cum, and once I’m done, I fall into his chest, my ear over his racing heart, loving when his arms close tight around me. We breathe together, my legs intertwined with his. I try to ignore the impulse to touch myself right there. This is his night. I want him to have it all.
My eyes jerk open when his hand finds its way between my legs. His finger circles my clit so gently that I whimper and surrender to the feeling. Damn, I really wanted to make this about him, but I can’t say no right now. Pleasure travels quickly through my body, and I arch my back, my nipples stiff under my nightgown.
“Derrick, oh god—”
My nails dig into the arm between my legs. A voice inside tells me to move away, to tell him again not to bother, but the excuses fall from my lips. I’ve never had anyone but myself responsible for my pleasure. I never trusted a man to be worried if I got my turn, but it’s different with him.
His blue eyes flicker between my brown, taking in every expression, every moan. His touch is soft, but I feel the firmness of his forearm, the bulging veins as if he’s trying not to let himself go, yet there’s nothing I want more than watching him lose himself on me.
“You’re so wet, darlin’,” he tells me between my lips before stealing a kiss. “So fucking pretty.”
My nails sink into the skin of his arm. “Are you holding back?”
“Have to.” He rasps, “I want a place between your thighs.”
The words come out as a confession, and I whimper because I want that too. I want nothing but to feel him deep inside me, to have his knot forcing itself in, tearing me in two.
