Maybe it is the afterglow of too much tequila, and the opportunity that presented itself.
Or it could be that she’s that fucking gorgeous, kind, and that I want her for myself tonight.
“That’s it,” I mutter as Sienna glides herself up and down without any need for direction from me. Her ass hitting my thighs in a steady, chaotic rhythm. “So fuckin’ good.”
She leans in, clasping those lips around my neck, and begins sucking at the skin there.
Goddamn, I’ve never had a woman not wait for me to amp up sex.
Sienna licks and clamps her mouth around me again as she fucks me of her own volition, at her own pace, while I just sit here like a tool and take the shit.
Snaking my hand between our bodies, I find her soaked clit and begin making slow circles while Sienna groans deep in her chest, andthat’sofficially the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
“You’re just taking that dick for yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?” I praise, squeezing her ass with my other hand to keep going. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
“God, you feel so good.”
Now, what dude doesn’t want to hear that?
It’s like the universal term for us men to want to go carnal. For us to unleash all pent-up aggression and fervor so our partner remembers our asses for the rest of their lives or during any other sexual encounter they ever enter into.
“You want a break?” I mutter against her ear as she keeps peppering kisses along my sensitive skin. “I can take over for you?—”
“I want to feel you when you come.” She cranes her face back over to me, lips parted as she tries to catch her breath but loses it from what she’s doing to me. “I want it just like this.”
Geezus Christ…
Where in the hell did she come from?
I come to this bar frequently with a few buddies of mine from work. It’s a way to blow off steam; we’re with each other all day, and I grew up with most of them, so we’re close. Magnolia Ridge ain’t that big of a town.
So when Sienna walked in out of fucking nowhere, I can’t say that I didn’t feel like the luckiest son of a bitch that got her to myself.
“Does that mean I get my turn after, or are you gonna run from me and I never see you again?”
That shitty and unplanned question actually has me holding my next inhale because I don’t know if sex will ever feel this damn good after her.
She set the bar too damn high since I’m not out here whipping my dick out to a quarter of the female population.
I already did that.
“Depends on my orgasm.”
I smile, quickening my pace on her clit while I spread one of her ass cheeks wider and thrust upward, causing a surprised gasp to leave her lips.
“Keep doing that,” she begs immediately, lacing her fingers tightly through my hair. “I’m so close.”
“Whatever you want.” I draw her flush to my chest to enter at another angle, strangling out another moan from those fuckable lips. “I want to feel every inch of this tight cunt so when it’s my turn, I know what’ll drive you wild for me.”
She drops her chin, mouth agape, and I can feel her body begin to shake. “Oh…my God.”
I drop my face to get underneath hers. “I’ll be your god, sweetheart. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen. And when you want to worship me like you are now, I’m going to fuck you until you can only see me.”
She tips my cowboy hat back and off my head before her lips crash into mine, needy and brimming with hunger as I’m quick to match her energy. My damn body is insatiable for this woman, and I haven’t even come yet.
The fuck is going on here?
I’m going to need to ask Lou, the bartender, to check the expiration dates on his tequila bottles because I must be having some undisclosed side effects here.
