I feel like I’m floating. Teetering on the edge of something much bigger than myself. All I can think about is having Easton fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever imagined.
I throw my head back on a moan the moment his lips connect with my neck, and I realize I can’t be patient any longer. “There she is. You powerhouse of a woman,” Easton groans as I drop to my knees, my back sliding against the trunk of the tree. “You want my cock, lost girl?”
I peer up at him, unbuckling his jeans in the process. “I want you to fuck my throat. Bruise me. I don’t care. Just let me feel you deep and full.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I could get used to this. My filthy fucking girl.”
The moment his pants and boxers meet the ground, his cock springs free.
I’ll never tire of him. His long shaft, thick veins roping the underside while the length looks swollen enough to combust. “I’m gonna compliment you. Hold your ego for a second, would ya?” I tell him playfully.
“No promises.” Easton chuckles, eyes falling closed.
Gripping him carefully, I run my tongue up his length, humming at the musky scent. My tongue circles the small drop of pre-cum at the top before sucking it into my mouth. “You’re the biggest I’ve ever been with.”
A dry groan escapes him, spurring me on even more. “God,” I draw out, my voice quivering and my core throbbing. “I can already feel you inside me, Easton. Filling my cunt so good. I bet you’d tease me too, huh? Rub my clit with your tip until I can’t take it anymore.”
Waiting for his response, I take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. “Fuck yes.” His palms fall against the tree, securing himself to thrust in and out of my mouth. “Take my cock, Collie. Fucking take it.”
Heavy moans strangle from my lips as my bobbing meets the rhythm of his thrusting, and my fist grips the bottom of his shaft. Easton hammers into my throat, giving it to me like I asked. This is the feeling I chase.
The ecstasy I’ve never been able to find.
I feel the moment he tenses, his body getting close to letting go, and I caress his balls as my sucking increases with his movements. “You’re so fucking sexy. Taking me so good. How…” He exhales, falling silent for a moment. “How…have I gone without this for so long? This feeling. Fuck.” Easton groans as ropes of cum shoot down the back of my throat. His body almost collapses from the overwhelming sensation.
I know the feeling well. He did the same for me the other day.
I’ve never heard such feral groans from a man before. Carnal. Needy. Unfiltered pleasure at the workings of my tongue. And I’ve been with my fair share of men.
Easton grows still, aware of my every move. I choose to stay kneeled, my head rising to meet his heated stare. It’s glassy and relaxed. It’s when I hold out my tongue coated in his cum that he speaks. “Swallow it.”
Swallowing is the only option. He traces the bouncing of my throat with his bare knuckle before pulling me to stand. “Thank you for doing that,” he tells me.
I rear back, shocked he would say that. “I’d hardly callgiving you head a chore, Easton. I enjoyed it probably just as much as you.” His look is skeptical, and I dare to prove it.
Taking his right hand, I pull out the band of my leggings and slide his fingers inside my drenched panties and through my slit. “All for you, Ranger. Taste me and see.”
“So fucking sweet,” Easton groans, sucking his soaked fingers between his lips and dipping them in my mouth for me to taste myself. “Taste your cum, Collie.” I hum, lapping up what’s left of my arousal on his fingers.
“See what having your cock in my mouth does to me? You make a desperate little whore out of me, Easton.”
He reaches for the curls that have since abandoned my ponytail as he tucks them neatly behind my ear. “You might just be the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen, Collie Meadows.”
Something courses through me. Something unfamiliar and warm. I’m not sure what this feeling is, but I’m sensing it didn’t arrive with a return flight home.
And I don’t know what to do with that quite yet.
There’s a reason I’ve been alone. Detached with the inability to be vulnerable. The woman always kept at arm’s length.
I can thank my mother for that trauma.
“If only you knew the half of it, Easton Voss. If only.”
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EASTON
Mama
