He chuckles, warm breath splashing across my bare back as I shiver in reply.“Damn, was that just this morning?”
“Time flies when you’re around your new man crush,” I blurt, and his hand freezes, mid-pinch.
“You too?”he asks almost shyly, as if I haven’t already offered myself to him a dozen or more times this very night.
“Grady, Jesus, I know I’m a city boy, but do you think I offer up my sweet, bare ass to just any old cowboy?”
“I mean, you’re offering it up to me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, you big lug.Because you’re my man crush, get it?”
He winks and lifts his hand a little higher.“You’re the one who’s going to git it if you keep on sassing me!”He’s really laying it on thick now, and me?I’m here for it.Every syrupy, slow syllable.
“Says who?”I tease, arching my ass as if to hurry his lollygagging self along already.
Smack!His hand comes down, forceful but far from hard.Even so, the force sends ripples through my entire body, but most of all my jiggly, wiggly ass.Fuck, but that’s good!
I grunt, mostly because ...duh.But also?Because I almost just came again!Already!“Jesus!”
“Too hard?”he asks shyly as our eyes meet in the dimly lit bedroom.
“Not nearly,” I purr, wriggling my ass and feeling its pink blush without actually seeing it.“You can do better than that, can’t you, baby?”
Whack!This one stings, so fucking good.I feel the ripple all the way through my body, cock throbbing for release as both flanks ring out from the slap.“Oh, Jesus, yes!”
His cheeks are blushing along with mine, though not nearly as hot.He grins and, God love him, smooths out both cheeks after the last stinging love tap.“You should see how pink they are,” he marvels, tracing what must be his handprint as a single fingertip swirls and dips along my tingling flank.“Fucking hot.”
“It could be ...hotter though, right?”I offer, suddenly hard for more of the bittersweet release his palm brings with every strengthening swat.
“You sure about that?”he asks coyly, even as his big, rough hand lifts higher than ever.I merely nod and watch as he winces in advance before slapping my ass good and proper.
“Fuck!Yes!”This time, I bounce atop the bed, body and soul ringing with the aftershocks of his big, strong palm.For once, he needs no encouragement from me, no more permission or coy little hints to keep going.Even as I’m settling back in from his last swat, he lifts his hand gently higher and whack—smacks my ass again.
My low, hungry moan is primal, searing through my entire body as my eyes roll back in my head with sheer delight.“Tell me when to stop,” he grunts coarsely as I feel his hardon press desperately against my thigh.“And I will.”
My eyes pin him with quiet desperation, a need in me gurgling over where it never has before.“If it’s up to me,” I murmur in a rich, deep, faraway voice.“You’llneverstop.”
“I’ll have to soon,” he insists as we both spy the way his cock tip is poking out past his waistband, creamy thick and slick with icing.“Unless you and I want to go swimming on this here bed.”
We chuckle playfully, the bed creaking beneath our shared laughter.“Promise me you’ll come on my ass?”I ask, as if negotiating the price of one of his scenic cabin rentals.
He replies by smoothing out the stinging flesh beneath his hand, making me wince with sheer, taboo delight.“It’s thick,” he boasts playfully.“But it’s not lotion.”
“Promise me,” I beg, watching his eyes go wide at my desperate plea.
He winks, pinches my ass, and lifts his hand once more.I shudder in anticipation, leaking across the soft tan sheet beneath me like a hose left on after watering the lawn.“I promise,” he grunts before smacking me harder than ever, but if I’m being honest?Still not hard enough.
He tries his best, though, sensing I want more even as he struggles to give it to me.My thighs are spread indelicately, as if I’m alone at home getting ready to dip into my shoebox full of rubbery, ribbed sex toys, and I can feel a draft whisper across my exposed sac as my balls stretch across the sopping sheets.His palm whistles through the air once more, stinging me with a thrilling slap that echoes through the tiny bedroom, followed closely by another and, with an air of finality, one last whopper of a doozy that finally makes me wince and gasp with something just shy of pain.
“That’s enough,” he grunts as the mattress shifts, and I watch him rise to his knees with surprising grace.He yanks down his drawers as his smooth, skinny cock leaps to life, glistening with desire as he strokes it like nobody’s watching.I delight in its veiny masculinity, his big hand barely containing its silken shaft as his chest heaves, his belly pants, and his lips part to form a soft, almost gentle, “Fuck!”
He comes then, fast and hard, thick ropes dutifully splashing across my stinging cheeks as their soothing heat coats my searing flanks in record time.I whimper with delight, wriggling my ass as if to milk him dry with it and damned if I’m not soaking by the time he sinks down next to me and, with a fortune teller’s prescience, nudges me over to find my cock milky, stiff and begging for release.
“Poor baby,” he murmurs, taking me in his big hand as his palm swallows me whole.“Did my love taps get you all hot and bothered, Sugar?”
I merely bite my lip and nod, feeling the sting of the damp sheets against my rubbed raw ass, fire and ice as he jerks me as eagerly, as enthusiastically, as he did himself.I cum in a blinding flurry of equally copious seed, ropes flinging wildly left and right as he pumps me mercilessly as if continuing with his playful punishment.
“Jesus,” I murmur as he leans down and, with a simple kiss, cleans me dry before licking my seed from his lips.“You are something else, Cowboy.”
