She sucked me to the back of her throat and moaned. A surge of blood coursed through my cock and with a herculean effort, I pulled out and took a second to calm down.
“Did I do it wrong?” she asked, her lips swollen and her eyes glassy.
“You did everything just right.”
“Then why’d you stop me?”
“I didn’t want to shoot my load in your mouth. I want to come inside you. I need to feel your pussy milk me dry.”
She gave a husky laugh. “I like it when you talk dirty.”
“You gonna write a song about it?”
“Dirty Talkin’ Cowboy has a certain ring to it, don’t you think?”
She crawled onto the mattress and lay on her back, her breasts spilling to the side, and her nipples jutting upward.
Positioning myself beside her, I moved my mouth to hers and gently sucked and nibbled on her lower lip.
Her eyes were half-closed, and her lips were parted ready for my kiss, and, giving her what she wanted, I slid my tongue into her mouth, stroking her the same way my dick would soon stroke her pussy.
When my fingers caressed her taut nipples, she gasped and pressed her lips against mine, pulling me into a long, rough kiss that would leave both of us bruised.
Nat lowered her hands to my cock and began to play. While one hand stroked my shaft, the other massaged and tugged my tight balls. My breath hissed in, and my cock jerked, hungry for the release her touch promised.
Reaching down, I stilled her hand. “Not yet.”
Repositioning myself, I knelt between her legs, spread them wide and then bent them at the knees, pushing them toward her stomach, exposing her slick pussy. As much as I wanted hard and fast, I would draw out the torture for both of us. Good things come to those who wait, right? Slowly and deliberately, I kissed my way up one leg, across her soaked curls, then down the other side.
“Stop teasing me,” she cried out. “I want you inside me.”
“Have to make sure you’re ready for me first.” I spread her soaked labia and stroked her outer lips. Hell, I wanted inside her too, so much so it physically hurt.
“I don’t want to wait.”
“Too bad.”
Gently, I pinched back the hood of her clit, then eased two fingers inside her tight heat, and with a slowness that tested my resolve, I corkscrewed my fingers in and out. She bucked and writhed against me, grasping at the mattress. I aimed to bring her to the edge many, many times but not allow her to fall.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
She shivered, and her inner muscles clamped down hard as if trying to hold me inside. My heavy cock ached to replace my fingers. Ached to feel her wet heat. To feel her clench and release as she climaxed.
Nat shifted and squirmed impatiently, and frustration furrowed her brow.
“Want something?” I asked, giving a raspy chuckle.
“Don’t make me beg.”
I removed my fingers and hooked my hands beneath her thighs. The head of my cock pushed against her entrance, but instead of driving home, I held still and gritted my teeth, needing to sear this moment into my mind for all time.
Our eyes locked, and I inched inside, doing my best to maintain some semblance of control. Sweat trickled down my brow and chest, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d come apart in less than a second.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
Her back arched off the bed, and a moan fell from her lips. “Don’t stop. Fuck me, Colt.”
Taking my sweet time, I guided myself in, slowly opening her tight channel. I slid deeper and deeper until I was seated to the hilt, and my balls hit against her ass.
For the longest time, I didn’t move. I simply closed my eyes, basking in the tight, wet heat encasing me.
Drawing in a deep breath, I pulled back until only the head of my cock remained inside, but then my hips took on a mind of their own and began to grind and rotate, gradually picking up speed.
“Make me come, Colt. Please.” Her inner muscles clamped down, gripping me, squeezing me.
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
Reaching down, I swept the pad of my thumb over her clit, circling and flicking until she tightened so much I could barely move.
I continued to flick back and forth, sending her into a moaning frenzy. She grabbed her tits and roughly pinched her nipples, yanking them hard. At that sexy display, my dick threatened to erupt, but I gritted my teeth and held myself back.
I wouldn’t come until she did.
She linked her heels behind my back and drew me even deeper. “I never want this to end,” she said on a sigh.
“We’ve got all night to go again, and again, and again.”
With every flick of my thumb over her clit, her inner muscles tightened. Her head moved from side to side, moans fell from her lips, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
On a guttural moan, her back arched from the mattress, and her pussy held my cock in a vice grip, stealing my breath and what was left of my sanity.
“That’s it, darlin’, give me everything you have.”
Over and over again, her inner muscles spasmed until I couldn’t take it anymore. I gripped her legs for support and pounded into her like a man possessed, and maybe I was.
My balls drew up, and a fiery need rushed up my spine and down to my thighs.
“I’m going to come,” I bit out. A growl tore from my throat, and my cum exploded into her like
