I ground against his hand, rolling my hips as his fingers dipped, then glided, out and over my ass. Pulses of pleasure throbbed through me with every slide of his fingertips.
“Fuck, Reed. You’re driving me crazy!”
“You need to use that safe word already, baby?”
“You’re going to have to do more than that for a jackpot, cowboy.”
“Goddamn, sweetheart. All you need to do is ask.”
“Please, Reed. Please fuck me with your big dick. I want you going hard and deep. Make me come, cowboy.”
Reed growled at that, obviously losing some of his control. I heard his belt jingle as he undid his pants. He brushed a light kiss over my ass while he took down his pants, and then I felthim. Thick and hard. Sliding through my slit. Gliding over my clit, spreading my wetness.
“Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”
I moaned, almost unable to bear the feel of his cock slipping through me, continually passing right where I wanted it.
“Touch me. Anything, Reed. Please.” I wiggled my ass, trying to position him closer to where I wanted him, but I couldn’t move. The restraints held me in place. The rope rasped against my wrists as I strained against them, but they didn’t rub uncomfortably. They only added to my arousal. I was dripping for him, and he was coating himself in me. “Please,” I begged again.
“Good girl.” He positioned my hips so my ass was sticking out farther for him, my head now resting against the post. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, the other pressing the small of my back to arch for him. “Never question my intentions again, and I’ll give you what you want and need. Tell me you’re my little slut for this cock.”
He notched his head at my entrance.
My breath was coming quicker now with the anticipation of him right there. I was so greedy for him. “I’m always a slut for your cock, daddy.”
“That’s right, baby.” He inched in torturously slow, even though I was sucking him in. His fingertips dug in at my hip, keeping me from bucking against him, making it so I felt each and every piercing hit my walls. He was so thick, I had to breathe to release the pressure as he spread me wide open for him. “God, your pussy’s heaven. You feel so good.”
He started to move then, his movement deliberate and rhythmic as he thrust in and out. His hand gripped my neck to keep me steady, his other putting pressure on my lower back to create the angle he needed to hit that sensitive spot deep inside.
Our breaths came heavy now, punctuating the summer night, a featherlight breeze brushing across our heated skin. The distant lowing of cattle, the chirps of crickets, and the rush of the Deschutes River were our soundscape while Reed fucked me.
I could feel the coil deep inside winding tight. The pressure building, ready to burst free. “I’m going to come,” I whimpered.
“Not yet, baby.” He slowed down, gradually pulling out, making me shudder. “I’m going to keep you on edge, prolong your pleasure, until it’s so intense, you’re yelling jackpot.”
He swiped a finger through my soaked pussy before swirling it around my little rosebud.
“Breathe in through your nose.” I did as he said, his thumb massaging and circling the sensitive hole. “Now out through your mouth.” Just as I released a breath, he slid his thumb in.
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reed
To see Lina Larsen tied up on my hitching post, spread out for me, willing to trust me even when I fucked up tonight––I was such an asshole, and I’m glad she fucking called me on it––made me love her all the more. I wasn’t planning on letting her go, but if this was the last time … if that’s what she wanted after tonight … I’d give it all to her.
We were both on edge. Seeing her completely submit to me was the biggest turn-on. It was sexy as hell, and I wanted to make this last forever.
I thrust back in. Her walls were already fluttering around me. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” With my thumb and cock now inside her, she was barely holding on.
“Fuck,” she moaned. “I can’t take it.” She was straining against the rope, her body quivering.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You can take it. I know you can. My badass barrel racer. You’re burning it up with a horse between your legs every week. I know you can handle me.”
I didn’t know ifIcould fucking take it. My spine tingled and my balls tightened. I wasn’t about to end this for either of us, though. Her pussy felt too damn good. I wanted her wrapped around me and to stay buried deep forever. I could live there.I had to slow down the pace, though. Otherwise, it would end sooner than I wanted, and I intended to draw this out. Make this last, intensified for both of us.
I ran my free hand up her ass, over her back, up her shoulder, and down her arm. Her hands were twisting and turning in their binds.
“So fucking full,” she breathed. Thrusting at this angle, while she was unable to move her legs and spread them as she wanted, added friction for both of us.
