I flop down on the bed. “Hands behind your head.”
I do as she says and tuck my hands behind my head and watch as she climbs back onto the mattress, this time straddling the covered rigging.
Her tits sway and there are so many heavenly places to look, I find myself having trouble focusing. The tips of her breasts stiffen as she leans back, positioned over the rigging the same way I put her up on Daisy the other day.
Ready to ride.
“Now, I’m gonna make myself feel really good on yourrigging, and you’re gonna watch. And then when I’m done with this, I’ll have you.”
I don’t even mean to groan, but I do, and Quinn giggles, reaching over to drag her fingers through the hair on my lower belly. “See, all this time with you has me wild, Landry,” she says as her hips begin to rove, and my pulse picks up.
“I’ve longed to feel you inside me, Landry,” she continues, grinding her bare pussy over my rigging, that sheet the only thing keeping my hand from smelling like her perfect cunt tomorrow. “I’ve wanted to fuck you silly since I got here, did you know that?”
My mouth is dry, my throat is hoarse, and my dick throbs where it lies against my belly, but I still somehow manage to admit, “No, no I didn’t.”
“Well,” she huffs, rolling her hips in a way I’ve only ever seen in music videos. On the sheet, a dark spot forms, and I realize it’s because she’s so wet. “I have. And I’m sure the moment I humped your dick you realized, but just in case you didn’t, let me tell you now. I want your cock, Landry. I want to feel you explode deep inside me. I want to run my fingers over your muscles and feel you twitch and flex. I want to drag my tongue over your sweaty skin and taste the way I make you hot,” she hums as she tips her head back, the ends of her ponytail skating against her lower back. Sweat glistens on her skin, her breasts swaying as she humps, moaning as she finds delightful friction in my rigging. “I love feeling the place you hold tightest when you’re out there. I feel your power and strength beneath me, where you hold.”
I shake my head, a filthy response stuck in my throat. Hell, words aren’t even making it from my brain right now. What she’s saying, what she’s doing… I’m in awe, I’m dying to get inside her, I’m fucking obsessed.
“I dream of waking you up this way,” she teases, herwords breaking apart as her breathing intensifies. Pausing, she reaches down, spreading herself open for me to see. “I’m so sticky, so swollen, Landry,” she whispers, “can you see? Do you see how you make me feel?”
I reach down and grip myself, because I have to do something or I’ll lose my mind. “Quinn,” I rasp, my voice shattered in my throat, the invisible desire in this room so impossibly thick I can hardly breathe.
“I want you when you’re grouchy,” she promises, the sheet bunching beneath her small fists, sweat glistening along her hairline. “I want you after a long day out with the animals. After a hard, long ride. After you’ve drank too much, or worked too hard, I want you, Landry Vaughn, and I need to know,” she breathes, her thighs spreading as she sinks down on the rigging a bit more, eyes snapping shut. “I need to know if you want me,” she adds, pinching her bottom lip between her teeth as she thrashes, her stomach tightening, head falling all the way back.
“Oh god, Landry,” she moans, her eyes opening, finding mine in the chaos of her release. “I’m coming for you, cowboy.” I stroke myself just once as I watch her unravel on my rigging, the sheets crumpled and damp as she slides off and rolls onto her back next to me, hot and panting. “Fuck me now, please,” she begs, and I knock the rig out of bed with a thud, nudging her into the center. I find myself between her legs, and my lips burn to taste the forbidden fruit.
“Can I kiss you? Can I taste you?” I ask, but her eyes move past mine, to my erection bobbing angrily between us. She shakes her head. “I need you inside me, and I need it now.”
I look down at her swollen pussy lips and blooming clit, and try very hard not to remember the way she just rode my rigging, grinding herself against it until she exploded. “I wantto taste you so bad,” I admit, feeling almost desperate for it at this point.
She drags her fingernails through the thick scruff lining my jaw, her green eyes hooded and hazy, so beautiful. “Not tonight.” From the nightstand, she grabs the box of condoms, and our eyes lock as she retrieves a singular foil square. She brings it to my mouth. “Bite.” I take the top of the package between my teeth and she pulls. Her tits jiggle, and the square rips open. I spit the foil strip from between my teeth as she reaches down between our bodies.
“Ready?” she asks as she drops the latex ring over my crown.
I nod, and she lifts off the pillow to kiss me as she rolls the condom down my cock. I haven’t worn a condom in so long, despite the strangling feeling and the tightness nearly making me lose sensation, the subtext of it sends me to the edge.
“One day I want to take you bareback, too,” she whispers before stroking her tongue along mine. “Now, fuck me, Landry, come on, please, I’m dying to feel you.”
I reach between us, and her green eyes study my face intently as I drag the backs of my knuckles up her pussy, wet and swollen, and nearly fill that condom right then and there. I position myself at her entrance and she nods. Kissing her lips, I gladly eat up all of her gentle moans and desperate little whines as I push myself inside, one aching inch at a time.
She slaps at my biceps when she needs a break, and I find her lips, kissing along her mouth, jaw, and throat, giving her all of my adoration and affection while she adjusts to my size. Being inside her tight, greedy channel is turning me into someone different. Putting the condom on, I was still me, but now that I’m inside her, her tiny frame struggling to take me,clawing and slapping, moaning and begging, I’m someone else entirely.
“Are you okay?” I ask, the husband in me erupting, taking control. It feels so right to worry and take care of Quinn, and not just because we’re making love, though I see that now because we are. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you, you’re so small,” I rasp, dusting my lips over the stiff peak of her perfect breasts, pulling on it with my teeth gently enough to make her spine curl.
She shakes her head, blonde ponytail tangling against the pillow. Sweat slides off my forehead, trailing down my throat, and she reaches up, stealing it, dipping her fingers into her mouth. I don’t know if the heat is solely the AC being out, or just what happens when our bodies are together this way. Naked, with just a damn condom between us.
“More, Landry, I want more. I’m okay, please, more,” she begs, her voice a cocktail of trembles and pleas, and it does nothing for the urgency brewing in my gut, the urgent searing in my groin.
My hips move, but I keep my eyes on her face, watching as she struggles to accept my large size while not giving herself up to orgasm immediately. She’s fighting it, and so am I, because neither one of us wants it to end. Clearly.
“Quinn,” I breathe as she places her palms on my chest, fingering my chest hair as I fuck her, thrusting slow and deep. When she opens her legs even wider, my willpower is tested. “I don’t want you to leave.”
Those six words cause her eyes to pop open, and I know why I said them, I just have no idea why I waited until I’m eight inches deep to admit it.
She kisses me, filling my mouth with moans that make me fuck her faster, the bed licking the wall as my hips kiss her hard between her open legs. “I don’t want to leave. I don’twant to go. Please, ask me to stay,” she whispers, but then her eyes roll closed and her small hands curve over my shoulders, her nails carving her ownership as she clings to me.
“Landry,” she moans, and then my whole world makes sense again as she tightens around my shaft, her little walls clinging in bursts, milking my shaft for everything I’ve got.
