I hold my rhythm: fingers deep, thumb firm, curling with lethal precision. She meets every thrust, her hips rising, her sweet heat swallowing my strokes over and over. She sucks my tongue between her lips, greedy and forceful, and I nearly lose it from the sound.
I don’t let up; my hand is soaked as I push deeper. I withdraw so my fingers can curl at her opening, stroking firmly against the sensitive walls.
“Cole,” she cries out, her fingers furiously gripping my hair. “I’m… yes. Yes!”
She unravels, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, wringing a shattered moan from her tongue. I ease back, letting her chase the aftershocks, because fuck, she’s stunning when she lets go.
“Don’t stop,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering open. “Get inside me, now!”
I’m up, scrambling for my bag, dumping everything out.
Condom? Where the hell is it?!
“If you were organized,” she drawls, still catching her breath, “you wouldn’t be—”
“Ivy,” I cut her off, tossing a stray sock aside. “Fold my shit later. Label it. Burn it. I don’t care, just help me find a condom.”
Rolling to her side, she flips open her suitcase with an air of superiority.“Front pocket.”
She yanks out a box. Notacondom.A whole box.
My cock jerks. My jealousy flickers. Then, with one smug, come-hither smirk, my ego soars.
I rip the foil open with my teeth, roll it down, and I’m on her in a flash. I catch both her wrists and lace our fingers tight.
“What’s your fantasy, Hartwell? How do you want me?”
Those perfect words will echo in my skull until the day I die.
My dick has waited its whole life to answer.
“Ride me like a fucking Bronco.”
I give her no time to debate. I haul her up and lie flat on my back. I reach for a pillow and shove it under my ass.
She raises an eyebrow. “And that’s for… what, exactly?”
“All for you, Stopwatch. Trust. I want you to take all of me, deep. You set the pace. My cock exists for one reason. To make you come again.”
She laughs, sharp and disbelieving, as her hips move into a lethal position. “God, Hartwell, do you hear yourself?Big talk for a dick that’s about to blow.”
“You’ll see.”
She eases herself over me, teasing, torturing, and starts to sink. So fucking slow I can feel my pulse in my teeth. She glides me in.
Jesus.Tight as a goddamn noose. My eyes snap shut, and my hips give a traitorous little twitch.
Shit.She might be right. I might not make it.
Ivy gives me a loud, guttural groan and pulls herself up, only to slide back down again, burying me to the base.
“Oh God,” she moans, head falling back. “You’re like steel. Huge. I can’t—fuck, you feel sooooo fucking good.”
I groan.“For fuck’s sake, Ivy. If you say one more thing like that, I won’t last ten seconds. Are you trying to make me blow?”
She squeezes every inch of me as she moves, mastering the rhythm.
This cowgirl knows how to ride.
