He moved to stand off the bed and made quick work of rolling the condom into place. “I’m gonna eat that pussy. Believe me. I just—”
“No. Now. Yeah. I want you now.” Amanda slid farther up the bed giving him room to join her, but seemed to suddenly have a change of heart. She hopped to the floor, motioning for him to get on the bed. “I wanna be on top.”
“I don’t see a downside to this.” Sam tried not to bounce onto the bed like an overzealous eight-year-old. He made himself comfortable against the headboard, then held out a hand for her to join him. She came closer to the bed, then seemed to have a change of thought. She hurried across the room, taking her braids down from their high bun as she went, then reached for his Stetson on the hook.
“May I? Or does this violate some sort of cowboy code of hat ethics?”
“You could put on a clown wig and a beret and I wouldn’t give a shit. Get over here.”
She laughed, delicately placing the hat on her head before hurrying back over to join him. She carefully climbed over his lap, positioning herself exactly where they both wanted her to be. He gripped his dick and placed it right at the entrance of her slick, warm pussy.
“How do I look?” she asked as she teased them both, rubbing herself along the swollen head of his erection.
“I think you need a Stetson of your own. I like it,” Sam said with a groan as she sunk down onto him. She took a few inches before sliding back up again. He wasn’t packing the longest dick around, but he wasn’t ashamed to brag about the thickness of it. It felt amazing, the way she took her time getting used to him, up and down, taking more and more until she’d taken every inch.
She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands just above his shoulders. “I’m not too proud to admit this.” He reached down and gripped her lush hips.
“To admit what, baby?”
“Your dick is amazing. And don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. I’m not saying it again.”
Sam’s hips dropped down to the bed as he laughed, losing his rhythm for just a moment. He picked it up again, driving up deep into her sweet, warm cunt. “I only need to hear it once. I’ll carry your words with me forever.”
He knew she could have continued to clown him all night, but they both gave in to the pleasure between them, shelving the small talk for another time. Sam moved so he was sitting up more against the headboard and pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as she continued to grind on his dick. He kept on kissing her, soaking in the way her tongue felt against his, how their bodies moved together, how he also didn’t want this night to end.
Amanda pulled back, tipping the hat up so she could rest her forehead against his. “I’m gonna come,” she breathed. He opened his eyes to find hers squeezed shut, all her focus on where they were connected. “I’m coming. Oh, fuck. Sam.” The sound that came out of her threatened to drive him over the edge, but he held off, gripping her body as she pussy-clenched hard around his cock. After a moment, he took the hat off her and slipped it onto his own head as he rolled them so she was on her back. She let her legs fall open, giving him all the space he needed to fuck her harder, faster. Her hands went up to the headboard, anchoring her against his harsh thrusts.
For some reason the thought of them dancing together popped into his head and Sam came, filling the condom as he slowed then finally ground to a stop on top of her. He caught his breath, then carefully climbed off the bed. He could barely see, but he knew if he didn’t get rid of the condom right away, he’d pass out and maybe never move again. He came back from the bathroom and found Amanda on her side with a throw blanket pulled over her. She watched as he came back to the bedroom, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
“You need to play a cowboy in your next movie. That hat is sexy as fuck.”
* * *
“Okay. Your turn,” Sam said as he reached over and took another bite of the churro and ice cream dessert they’d had sent to the room. After they’d both caught their breath Amanda confessed how hungry she was. She’d been banking on the spread at Claim Jumpers to keep her energy up, but they’d left before she’d gotten to sample the wings. They’d ordered a real dinner and some dessert, then relocated their mostly naked party over to the couch.
“Hmmm. Do you vote?” Amanda asked.
“Yes. I need to be better about local elections because those matter, but yes.”
“Okay, same. Your turn?” Amanda took her own spoonful, doing a little dance as she enjoyed the sticky sweetness of the caramel sauce.
“Biggest fear.”
“Oh, that’s tough. It’s somewhere between hurting my mom’s feeling in some horrible way I can’t take back and being sex trafficked.”
“Same,” Sam laughed.
“Really?”
“Yes, my mom or my grandmother. And I feel like there are few things worse than being sex trafficked. Doing life for something I didn’t do thanks to lazy crime-scene investigation is up there.”
“I thought you were going to say some artsy shit like not living every day to the fullest.”
“Nah, doing a bid unjustly in solitary sounds way worse. Not that solitary is ever just.”
“Agreed. Okay. I’m coming in hot with this one. Are you ready?”
“I’m ready. Hit me.”
“If you could work on any project next, what would it be? This is a safe space. I will not tell your agent
