Despite the burn in my thighs and the stretch of my hole, it felt so good to hear those dirty words, especially from him. Hearing he was into this as much as I was made it easier to lose myself in the moment.
“You make a beautiful cowboy.”
It took me a second to realize what he meant. Our position.
“Makes sense.” I smiled before impaling myself again. “You’ve got a fucking horse cock.”
It was easier to balance with one hand on his shoulder, but that also pulled us closer together. Settling into a steady tempo, we kept our eyes locked on each other as I rode his cock.
To that point, it was the single most erotic moment of my life.
“You’re leaking,” he said.
I glanced down to see precum dribbling out of my cage and onto his stomach.
“Of course I am. You’re giving me exactly what I want.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded.
“You like this cock?”
“Yes!”
“You want me to take control?”
Ford thrust upwards, causing me to lose my balance. I almost fell off him but his grip on my waist was too strong, and instead I braced myself on his thighs behind me.
“What about waiting”—another thrust—“until next time?” I asked.
“I’m sorry.” Ford shook his head. “But I can’t wait for that.”
“S’okay. I’ve been waiting for this mo—fuck!”
Without another word, Ford fucked me.
The weight of my body and Ford’s firm grip on my hips kept me in place on top of his pistoning cock. The look of determination on his face was almost enough to make me cum.
“Take every inch of me.”
Fuck!
“So-sorry.” Ford said.
“Don’t be.” Not that it had stopped him from wrecking my hole. “I liked it.”
“You liked it?”
“Yeah, I love feeling you so deep. Please don’t stop.”
“I can see how badly you want it.” Ford swiped a finger against the cage and brought it to my lips. I licked his finger, savoring the taste of my own precum, and threw my head back as Ford fucked with a renewed urgency.
It hadn’t even been ten minutes and this was the best sex I’d ever had. I didn’t know how that was even possible.
None of them were him.
“I’m close, Ford.”