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She yelps slightly when I pull back and flip her over onto her belly, yanking her hips back so her round ass is staring me in the face, and all I can do is dive in, licking and kissing that tight little hole.
Pre-cum drips from me as my girl gasps in surprise then starts moaning uncontrollably as I spread her cheeks wide then slide a finger into that puckered back entrance while my other hand returns to her clit, my thumb working inside her pussy to press against that G-spot. An animal sound escapes her as she writhes against my total intrusion, her release no doubt only seconds away. I can't wait to be inside her.
"Oh god, Clark!" She whimpers as my fingers work their way deeper inside her.
"Tell me you're mine, and I'll give you another one, city," I rasp, leaning forward to press a kiss on her lower back. "Come undone for me. I want to fuck you bare, knowing you're mine and no one else's."
Time slows down as I hear her breathing quicken, her whimpers turning into moans. And all the while, I watch transfixed as I move my fingers in and out of her body, her muscles clamping down on me, her body begging for more, more,more.
"Please, Clark. I'm so close," she whispers, her voice strained. "I'm so..."
"Say it, darlin'. Two little words and I'll treat you so fucking good, you won't regret it for a second."
Panting heavily, Mariah whimpers and then buckles under my relentless onslaught. "Oh god. I'm yours, Clark. I'm yours!"
"Mmm. That's all I needed to hear." With a growl of satisfaction, I delve my fingers deeper, her body shaking uncontrollably until another powerful orgasm washes over her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuck, Mariah." I can't hold back any longer. My own arousal is at its peak, and I need to be inside her, claiming her completely. Reaching down, I fumble with the buttons of my jeans, desperate to free my throbbing cock.
Finally, the buttons on my jeans give way and I pull my hard length free, running it up and down Mariah's wet slit, teasing her as she writhes against me, still caught in the throes of her most recent orgasm.
"Please, Clark," she begs, wriggling her ass, begging for what I'm sure she knows I'm about to give her. Her begging only drives me wilder, and I can feel my cock twitching with the need to sink into her hot, wet depths.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You. Just you!"
With lust clouding my vision, I line up the head of my cock with her entrance and plunge inside, groaning as her tight walls grip me like a vice.
"Holy fuck. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, city." My fingers dig into her hips as her warmth surrounds me, and I thrust deeper, harder, her cries echoing in the room, a symphony of passion and desire. My pace quickens, her hips meeting me in a frenzy, her body responding to my every movement. I feel like I'm in a trance, lost in the heat of the moment, my cock sliding in and out of her wet, willing pussy.
She cries out with each thrust, her voice getting louder and more desperate, reaching a crescendo as another climax nears. My own need is mounting, my cock aching for release as I pound into her, my balls slapping against her clit with each powerful stroke. I can feel her muscles tighten around me, drawing me in closer as she nears that point of no return. Her cries become more urgent, her voice breaking, pleading.
"Clark, yes, yes! Right there! Fuck me harder! Faster, harder! Fuck me, Clark!" she screams, her voice strained but full of passion.
Her words send a shiver down my spine, and my own climax surges forward. "Fuuuuuuuck!!!"With one final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, flooding her with my cum as she convulses around me, her own orgasm wracking her body.
The room is filled with the sound of our passion, the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of her desire, the gasping of our breaths and the mingling of our fluids.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies still entwined, panting heavily and grinning from the intensity of the experience. Our spent bodies are glistening with sweat and the scent of sex hangs heavy in the air. I pull out slowly, causing her to whimper slightly at the loss. Rolling onto my back, I pull her into my arms and she snuggles against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.
"Clark?" She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes heavy and somewhat vulnerable as they search mine. "Don't leave, OK?" she whispers, her voice hoarse from all that screaming.
I glance down at our overlapping bodies, the sight of us sweaty, sated, and spent together inducing a feeling of contentment that I can't ignore.She's mine.
"Never," I promise as I pull her close and kiss her in a way that I hope makes her understand how much she means to me, and how truly committed I am to breaking down her walls and making her mine for keeps. "I'm not going anywhere, darlin'."
MARIAH
Stretching languidly as the last threads of sleep leave my body, a smile spreads across my face as memories of last night wash over me. Clark was incredible. I don't think I've ever experienced such intense passion and connection before. And as I lie here, enjoying the soft glow of morning sunlight streaming in through the window, I realize that in my vulnerable and thoroughly fucked state that I not only promised myself to him, I pleaded for him to stay. That's a first for me. Normally, I can't wait to be alone again.
Rolling to my side, I reach across the bed, only to find cold sheets. My stomach drops as my eyes fly open in alarm. He's gone. After making me feel things I'venevergiven into before, he's gone!
The breath catches in my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut against the sting pressing behind them. Of course he left. Why did I think this time would be any different? Men will literally say anything to get what they want and then they disappear like ghosts, no explanation needed. I was a fool to even entertain the idea that Clark really wanted me as much as he claimed. It's the chase and the surrender they want. Nothing more.
Sitting up in bed, I rake my hands through my mussed up hair and stare at the rumpled sheets and pillow beside me. I can't help but feel a sense of foolhardy shame for letting my guard down the way I did. I begged, and I said words to him I shouldn't have had I know this was where things were headed. But at the end of the day, this is what I wanted—a night of no-strings fun with a country boy. So I should be happy. Instead, I just feel...empty. Alone. I've allowed myself to be abandoned when I know better than to fall for that trap. Yet I let his dimpled smile and sweet-talking mouth convince me things could be different.
