I was going to have the best beard burn after this.
“You’re fucking delicious,” he whispered, as if the words weren’t even for me.
I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved my hands into his hair to hold him right where I needed him most. “Make me come, Bridger. Now.”
Before I even finished my demand, he was on top of me, pushing my arms up over my head and into the carpet.
“I’ll be inside of you when you come for me. I want to feel your cunt squeezing my cock.”He said the words with a deep, almost primal force that demanded my submission, and I was powerless to deny him. I loved this little battle of wills we had going on between us. Most guys either went all squishy for a dominant woman or wouldn’t play along at all. “Do you want my cock, April? Or do you want to melt for me some more?”
“Can’t we do both?” I brought my knees up and wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him to me.His answer was to kiss me hard, the taste of my arousal taking me from hot to entirely ooey gooey melted in a second.
Bridger reached into his pocket. How was he still wearing his jeans? He pulled out his wallet and, in a second, had a wrapped condom ready to go. I grabbed the packet, opening it, while he finally undid his jeans and dropped them down around his knees.
Oh. Ooh. He really was the biggest linebacker in the league. Not that I had anything to compare to, but there was no way anyone else in the wide world of sports was... bigger than Bridger Kingman.
Like... if I didn’t know condoms were incredibly flexible, I’d wonder if this thing was even going to fit. But I did know exactly where he was going to fit perfectly. God, I loved a big cock.
Apparently, I’d stared at his equipment for too long, because he grabbed the condom from me and rolled it down. “Don’t worry, love. We’ll go slow.”
He must have thought my open-mouthed, slack-jawed gape was trepidation. He didn’t know how wrong he was. “Don’t you dare.”
I loved the way he commanded what he wanted from me, but I had just as much fun telling him what to do. I wrapped my legs around his waist and twisted until he was underneath me, my weight holding him to the floor, just as his had done to me.
“I want all of you, big boy.” I positioned myself and reached between us, grabbing his cock and notching the head right at my entrance. Then I moved my hips just a few inches and sank down onto his thick shaft, slowly, until he was buried as deep inside of me as I could take him.
His eyes were closed, and his head pushed down into the carpet. He was taking long, deep breaths, and I recognized his attempt at controlling himself. But I wanted him out of control. I squeezed my inner muscles rhythmically, punctuating my need for him with my body and my words at the same time. “You’re mine, you are mine.”
I don’t know why it was so important for me to say it out loud like this again, but I needed to verbalize this claim on him. It felt like if I didn’t, he’d slip away from me.
He gasped at the intensity of it all and his eyes shot open, staring up at me before they rolled back in his head. He grabbed onto my hips and held me tight. “You want me to beg you to go faster, don’t you, sweetness?”
“I definitely want to hear you beg.”
I’d never been so bold and had definitely never said anything like that out loud before. Somehow, Bridger’s tough exterior mixed with his sweet but boldly protective inside brought out the truest parts of me I’d hidden from even myself. “Say it, Bridger. Beg me to ride your cock until I come.”
“Holy fuck that’s hot.” His fingers dug into the flesh at my hips. “Yes, fuck me, April. Let me watch you come apart, make yourself come on my cock.”
Okay, so he was probably new to begging, because that was straight up telling me what to do. But it still hit those buttons for me. I pressed my knees into the soft rug, closed my eyes, threw my head back and resisted every impulse I had to ride him like a naughty, horny cowgirl. Instead, I slowed both his movements and mine, so that each thrust brought greater pleasure and more intensity than anything I had ever felt before.
Bridger groaned and shifted his angle slightly so that every movement massaged my inner walls in just the right way. He pulled out ever so slightly before plunging back in, each thrust slower and deeper than the last.
Our hearts pounded together in rhythm, and it felt like we were meant to be together. Like our bodies already knew we were a perfect match. His hard muscles to my soft curves, his grump to my sunshine, his careful protectiveness to my willingness to jump in with both feet. We were laying claim to every inch of each other, and nothing could be better.
Oops. I was wrong.
Just as I was about to reach down to stroke myself as I rode him, Bridger shoved my hand out of the way and slid his fingers between us, cupping my pussy, stroking my clit with his thumb.
“This pussy is mine, and so is the orgasm. Ride me, April, take my cock, but I’m the one who’s making you come.”
THICK THIGHS SAVE LIVES
BRIDGER
Thick thighs might save lives, but April’s were about to kill me. If she didn’t come in the next seven seconds, I was a dead man. Because I’d rather die than come before she did.
Sex had never in my life been this good. And I’d had a lot of sex. Being a star football player from early on, I’d never even had to chase women. But, if whatever the hell I’d been doing with every other woman before this was sex, I’d been doing it dead ass wrong.
I always made sure my partners were well taken care of, because there was nothing sexier than a woman coming on my dick when I told her too. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the pure bliss of April on top of me, her cunt squeezing my cock, teetering on the edge of exploding.
