The first press of his cock against my entrance made us both groan. He pushed in slowly, so slowly I could feel every inch as he filled me completely. When he was fully seated inside me, he paused, his forehead pressed against mine as we both struggled to catch our breath.
“You always feel so damn good,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “I’ve never had anythin’ better.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and we both moaned at the sensation. “Then move,” I breathed. “Please, Cash. Take me.”
He began with slow, deep strokes that had me gasping with each thrust. Nothing about his movements was frantic or desperate. Instead, it felt like lovemaking in its truest form, every movement designed to bring us closer together rather than simply chase release. He was telling me everything he felt with his body even when he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.
Cash’s eyes never left mine as he moved inside me, and I felt completely exposed under that intense gaze. He could see everything, my desperation, my need, and my growing feelings for him that I’d tried so hard to keep buried. But instead of the panic I expected to feel at being so vulnerable, I felt safe.Cherished.
“I never thought...” he started, then trailed off, shaking his head as he continued that maddening rhythm.
“What?” I asked, my hands coming up to frame his face. “Tell me.”
“I never thought I could feel like this about anyone,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “Never thought I deserved to feel like this.”
My heart clenched at his words. “You deserve everything good in this world, Cash Callahan. Don’t you ever doubt that.”
He captured my lips in another kiss, this one desperate and claiming, like he was trying to pour all his feelings into the connection between our mouths. When he broke away, his thrusts became deeper, more purposeful, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur with pleasure.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly. “Show me how good it feels.”
I wrapped my hand around my neglected cock, stroking in time with his movements. The dual sensations of his thick cock filling me completely and my own hand working my shaft quickly pushed me toward the edge.
“That’s it,” Cash encouraged, his own breathing becoming labored as I tightened around him. “I love watching you like this. You’re so beautiful.”
The praise combined with his relentless pace finally pushed me over the edge. I came without more than a few soft whimpers, the orgasm so intense that it took my breath away. My cum coated my stomach and chest as my body clenched around him rhythmically, waves of pleasure rushing through me.
Cash followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt as he filled me with his warmth, my name falling from his lips like a benediction. We stayed locked together for long moments afterward, both of us trembling with the aftershocks of our climax.
But Cash didn’t pull out. Instead, he began to rock back and forth again.
“Oh fuck…” I groaned, the sensation intense but so good that I couldn’t resist it. “Again? Already?”
“Why not?” he grinned, wrapping his hands around my hips to hold me in place. He rolled his hips, using his own cum as lube to fuck me again. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” I gasped, my body already responding to his renewed movements despite having just cum. “Don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop.”
Cash’s grin widened as he saw me hardening again beneath him. The sensitivity from my recent orgasm made every thrust feel magnified, each stroke of his cock inside me sending sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive nerves. It was almost too much, but I craved more.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice filled with wonder as he watched my face. “Already getting hard again for me. What if Sagebrush could see their angelic preacher now?”
I could only moan, words failing me as he found a rhythm that had me seeing stars. His hands roamed my chest, fingers playing with my nipples while he moved inside me with that same deliberate care. But there was something different now, something more possessive in the way he touched me.
“I’m going to fill you up again,” he said, leaning down to whisper against my ear. “I want to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. Would you like that, baby?”
The endearment sent a shock through my system. He’d never called me anything like that before, and hearing it in his rough drawl made my cock twitch with renewed interest.
“Yes,” I breathed, my hands clutching at his shoulders. “Yes, I want that. I want everything you’ll give me.”
Cash’s pace remained steady but relentless, each thrust designed to drive me higher rather than simply chase his own release. I could feel myself climbing toward another peak, my body responding to his with an eagerness that should have embarrassed me but only made me want him more.
“Your ass is so perfect,” he groaned, his control starting to slip as I clenched around him. “I could stay buried in you forever.”
The thought of forever made my chest tighten, but I didn’t want to focus on that right now. Instead, I focused on the physical sensations, on the way he filled me so completely, on the heat building between us like a wildfire.
“Cash,” I moaned, feeling that familiar tension coiling in my belly. “I’m close again.”
“I know,” he said, his hand moving between us to wrap around my cock. “I can feel it. Cum for me again, Mike. Show me how much you love my cock.”
