She kept her gaze trained on him, the deep shade of blue in her eyes drawing him in. He sucked his breath, feeling the pre-cum leaking from his tip, suppressing the shudders his body released with each passing second. With her hand, she stroked his dick, pulling it inside her. “There’s so much of you to go round, cowboy.”
“True. I know just the woman who can handle my big cock.” His voice dropped another octave lower.
“That’s right,” she said, removing her hand and managing to shove more of him inside her, filling her to the brim. It took a moment or two for them to adjust, her walls clenching him, milking every inch of him.
He popped his knuckles, a cramp forming on his wrist from the awkward position, but even though he wanted to touch her, he’d obey her wishes and keep his hands away from her, letting her fuck him however she wanted.
She began moving, back and forth, then doing a circling motion that stole his last breath away. Her breasts bounced, big and full, her taut nipples begging to be licked. Groaning, he slammed his hips in hers, helping her, and the movement earned a moan from them at the same time.
She retaliated by intensifying the rhythm, each time sending him closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s right, Madam. Fuck me,” he said, lifting his hips from the ground, giving more of himself to her, allowing for a deeper thrust. She placed her hands on his chest, and worked her pussy harder, faster.
“God. So good,” she said, opening her thighs a notch, rocking back from his cock only to return with a ravenous revenge, fucking him so hard he thought his heart would give out. “Touch me,” she whispered.
Thought you’d never ask. He lifted his hands from over his head and cupped her tits, loving how they filled his large palms. She threw her head back, obviously enjoying the touch, and he caught her pink nipple between his thumb and index finger, while with the other hand he tugged at it. A raw grunt sliced through the air, and she threw her head forward, moving sensuously on top of him with the magnitude of an erotic dance.
Keeping one hand busy torturing her breast, he lowered the other one down to her pussy, the smell of her arousal a shameless invitation for some finger play. He found her clit, and touching it he could feel the throbbing inside, how engorged it became just for him. He rolled his finger over her clit, then flicked it, teasing it, squeezing it just a bit only to work it again harder.
She bent her back a bit and reached behind his cock, touching his balls. Damn. Hot tingles expanded inside his sac as she rolled her fingers between, touching him like she owned those motherfuckers.
Right now, she did.
He intensified the rhythm of his claim on her hot nub, and she dipped two digits down, slightly parting his ass cheeks. He clenched his ass, confused, but she insisted, and soon, thrust her fingers into his hole.
“I’m fucking you both ways, cowboy,” she said. “That okay?”
A rush of blood struck his temples, like he’d been knocked out. Nothing had prepared him for this… She rammed into his cock, riding his meat like he was a first-class restaurant to a starving woman. He increased the pressure on her clit, relentlessly. “Yes,” he said, unsure about it, but too aroused to overthink.
Squirming, she thrust her two digits into his back hole, in and out with quick, shallow claims. The friction drove him over the edge, and he growled, desperate for release. She rocked on top of him once again, and called out his name as her cheeks reddened, eyes darkened.
She bounced on his lap, her fingers not letting up for a second, and finally, shook. The vision of her gorgeous naked body, covered in sweat, squeezed an invisible band around his heart, clenching it so hard he forgot to breathe for a beat or two.
She came on his cock, her body trembling, moans of exhaustion and satisfaction pouring from her lips. One last time, she pulled her fingers out then shoved them inside him, and he let himself go.
Pleasure rocketed in his core, fast-tracking all his cells, launching through him powerful and ruthless. Flecks popped on his field of vision, overwhelming all his senses. He loaded generous spurs of his hot cum inside her pussy, and her greedy walls milked him completely.
When she fell on top of him, he kissed the top of her head and helped her roll to the side. He wanted to talk, but couldn’t manage to string two words together, let alone two sentences. Madam Alexa had drained him completely, and he couldn’t have been more satisfied.
…
Alexa sighed. Strands of her hair, slicked with sweat, clung to her cheeks, and she wiped them from her face. What the hell just happened?
She could blame it on the excitement from choosing the right candidate, but shit, she deserved more honesty. It wasn’t about who’d taken charge, because she loved it when he did, but he’d given her the option. A squishy sensation traveled through her, the good feeling almost overpowering her still tingling lady bits. During sex, he’d let her be whoever she wanted. Would he be like this in every aspect of a relationship? Accepting and trustworthy?
Or is he yielding to our sexual attraction because it’s convenient and available?
“If all Texans are this good in bed, we’ll make billions from the auction,” she said, throwing the comment to dispel the doubt rooting inside her.
He moved his face, glancing at her with a hint of a smile. “You’ll have to take my word for it. If any man dares to look at you, they’re toast.”
“I’m sure you’ll keep me busy while I’m in town,” she said, no longer fooling herself about not sleeping with him anymore. “Tomorrow he’s signing the contract, yes?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Hope it’s the right decision for him.”
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