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I want to fuck her and watch the expression on her face as she tumbles over the edge while my release spills inside her. To pull back and see the dripping evidence of where I’ve been. To feel the slickness coat my fingers and her channel as I push my cum back inside.
No, it’s nothing remotely connected to that. If I had to put a word to it, it’s the sense of ownership. There’s something feral and fucking primal in knowing I’ll have marked her in a way that I haven’t ever done before, and holy shit, if that doesn’t trigger a beast inside me that has no right to be there.
Every feral instinct roars to life, and all I want to do is fuck and fuck and fuck. To fill her up and hold her against me while feeling her fluttering heartbeat find a rhythm with my own.
Can I fuck her right here in the bath? Sounds like a goddamn perfect idea.
“Please don’t use a condom. You don’t need to when you’re with me.” She whimpers and bucks her hips against me. “Fuck me bare, cowboy. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel the way you fill me with your cum.”
“Take it from me. Fuck yourself down on me, and show me just how much you want this. Because I’ve been dreaming about having you for far too long.”
I’m struck by the thought that next time I want to watch. I want to see what it looks like for this girl to be coated in the evidence of me, and the urge to swipe it up and push it back inside that tight channel is a damn headrush.
“Stay still, angel.” Our foreheads drop together, damp with sweat, coming down after the haze of frenzied fucking on the kitchen counter. He presses my knees as wide as they can go, reaching between us to swipe up the welling evidence of him at my entrance. With sucked-in breaths mixed with fluttering heartbeats, we both stare, transfixed and insanely turned on as he pushes those two thick fingers back inside.
“You know … the first day I saw you, I wondered what it would be like to get the cowboy treatment in the backseat of your truck.”
I climb in after her—because that’s what I do. I follow this girl wherever she fucking goes, and I don’t want her venturing anywhere without me.
“After …” Her face screws up with unrestrained desire as my cock hits that sweet spot. She lets out a soft cry. “After … I want you to push it back inside … please, please.”
I’m unloading, pumping forward, spilling deep inside. I’ll never fucking get over this feeling. Of nothing being between us. How my release fills her. How each slide of my dick is coated in the evidence of where I’ve marked her up, my seed painting her inner walls.
Colt takes a deep inhale of the mountain air, while I draw in a deep, soul-quenching dose of him.
I’m clinging tight to that warm, gooey, ridiculous feeling occupying front and center in my chest.
I swear to god, right before my eyes, a faint blush appears on his cheekbones. Sweet Jesus, I’m instantly the horniest girl alive,
I know as soon as he opens his mouth, that if I wasn’t already completely gone for this man, he’s guaranteed that I am now.
All I can focus on is the point where my fingers are threaded with those of the man beside me, and how much I’m hopelessly and ferociously in love with him.
EEEEEEEE ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️
“Well, aren’t you just prepared for all eventualities, cowboy.” Lube wasn’t exactly the first thing I thought of when packing for an overnight trip. Obviously, Colt has been having even dirtier fantasies about us than I thought, and internally I’m swooning and kicking my heels.
I am also swooning and kicking my heels
I might be on my knees right now, but it feels powerful to know that he enjoys being with me so much that he’d put a little thought and pre-planning into this.
“I’ve got the hottest thing I’ve ever seen naked and wet and spread out for me. Do you really think I’d let an opportunity like that go to waste, when I know you’ve been secretly wishing and hoping for me to fuck your ass for weeks now?”
HEHEHEHHEHEHEHE
“Use one hand to part your pussy lips and use the other to rub that needy clit. Show me how you play with that pretty little cunt when you’re thinking about me.”
HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE
“Play with your clit, angel. You look so fucking pretty taking my cock. Just like that.”
AGHHHHHHH
I want to keep him. I want to lock myself away here with this rugged man and never see another soul as long as I live.
“Layla, give me those pretty eyes. I need to see you, angel.”
I cling to the man coating me like a blanket, entirely blissed out and willingly ignoring anything that might drag me away from this moment. I’ll stay here, wrapped up by him and hopelessly lost inside him.
My fingertips itch to stroke a tendril of hair behind her ear, to drag Layla against my chest and inhale her sweetness, to feel the tiny puff of air gust past her lips against my neck when she laughs at something stupid I’ve said that isn’t funny, but she seems to find it amusing all the same.
This is a horror movie. I’ve ended up in hillbilly hell, where the succubus slurping on a ghastly-looking mocktail, carrying the spawn of my ex-boyfriend, is spending the entire evening trying to hit on his father.
girl I would just get up and leave, this feels embarrassing 😭😭😭
“Do you want to walk out of here knowing your pretty little pussy is leaking my cum? Want to feel me running down your legs?”
Beneath me, the girl who holds my entire battered and barely functioning heart in her hands is falling apart as I quietly murmur praise and talk her through it.
For what it’s worth, whatever this is, I want it so bad it fucking aches.
I immediately see Sage giving me a one-woman standing ovation, and I can’t fucking help the quick flickering look I give the rest of the crowd. My stupid heart deflates, because, for the tiniest moment, I don’t know … I hoped. I hoped he would be here.
ugh wait this makes my heart hurt bc I hoped too :(
Maybe I’ll send him an email after all, to let him know I’ve graduated and show him a copy of my certificate. He was my boss, and helped me get to this very place. God, he was so much more than any one thing to me. My cowboy, for a brief moment in time. Possibly even my lover? I feel like I can only consider what we had to be so much more than a singular, defining word.
“Here I am trying to find reasons not to pounce on you again … then you give me those green eyes, and I’m defenseless.” Good, because I most definitely want to be pounced on. Repeatedly, if possible, during this road trip.
“Angel, you better believe you belong to me, but I belong to you.” He murmurs quietly, lips hovering against mine. “I love you so fucking much.” “I love you, cowboy.”
Layla lets her head sink back against my chest and exhales one of her little sighs she makes that tells me everything I need to know. She’s content, and that in turn, makes me the happiest goddamn man on this planet.
