Page 72 of The County Fair Queen

He stared up at me with a goofy, love-drunk smile plastered on his face. "A mammoth cock?"

I nodded. "I knew it would be big, by the bulge that you constantly rock, but my God, Rivers. The thing deserves its own postal code.”

Rivers tapped my hole. "I think it would rather live inside here. Burrow inside and never come out again."

I whimpered, because Jesus actual Christ, I wanted that. I wanted that more than anything. "Same."

As Rivers worked me open, his eyes flickered back and forth between my hole and my smiling face. He asked me over and over if I was alright. As much as I loved the care and concern he was showing, I wanted him to take the lead. To take charge and take what he wanted.

"How many is that?" I said. "Three?"

Rivers shook his head. "We're up to four now."

I bit my nip and sucked in a sharp breath. Okay. It was time. No backing out.

"I think I'm ready, Riv," I said. Instead of lining up his cock with my hole like I expected, he lowered himself in front of me and stared at it, brushing his thumb across.

"It's beautiful," he whispered. "I didn't expect it to be. I don't know what I was expecting, but it's perfect." He looked up, andGod, that smile would be the death of me. It was like he was pouring every part of him into it as a parting gift. Condensing himself down to that one, simple act so I could hold on to it and return to the moment anytime I needed. His lips were puckered as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss against my skin. "I love…" I watched as his eyes closed, and a bit of his confidence faded. "I just loveit,I guess."

I swallowed down all of those usual, nasty feelings of self-doubt, and I took a chance I normally wouldn't. "Itloves you too, Riv."

"It does?" If there was any hesitance in him, it faded in an instant. He rushed up the bed and slammed his lips against mine. As our tongues tangled, he made the neediest sounds, each one making my dick twitch against his thigh. "I loveit," he said between his kisses. I don't know how many times he said it, but soon enough, it seemed like they were the only words left in the world. "God, I loveit,Phillip."

As nice as it felt to hear the words, I was worried he might make a slip, and one of thoseit's might come out asyou,and that wasn't a declaration I wasn't ready to deal with.

"I'm ready," I whispered, pulling away from his kiss. "I've got condoms in the drawer." He stared at me, a question half-formed on his lips. "Unless you want to go in bare. It's your call, Riv. I was tested last month."

"I haven't been tested, but I've only ever been with Sabrina."

"I know," I said, cupping his cheek. "I trust you. It's your call. Whatever you want is fine with me."

He nodded, and then he turned his attention to the discarded bottle of lube. Cracking the top open, he squirted a liberal amount in his palm and spread it across his shaft. As he readied himself for me, I drank in the sight of my mayor. The sheen of sweat covering his body. The fur on his chest that grew like aforest. And the way the head peeked out from his foreskin each time he stroked himself.

Rivers lined himself up with my hole and gave me one final nod. "You're sure?"

I placed my hand on top of his, holding his palm against my thigh. "I've never been surer."

And then, pressure.

Rivers slowly worked his way inside of me, and the sensation of fullness was almost unbearable. I bared down, trying to allow him entry. It took a while, but once I felt his pubes against my ass, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you okay?" he said. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No, just—slow. Just go slow." Slowly, he rolled his hips back, and the feeling of his cock moving inside of me made my entire body shake. "Oh, my fucking God. Big. You're so fucking big, Rivers."

"Careful," he whispered, leaning in and kissing my forehead. "If you keep talking like that, I'm going to get a big head."

I desperately shook my head. "No. Fuck no, Riv. It's already big enough. Feels like I'm sitting on a fucking pogo stick."

He nipped my chin with his teeth. "You have such a filthy mouth. I love that about you." I wasn't sure what caused him to slip, but as he fell forward, impaling me even deeper, the head of his cock hit my prostate, and it was like someone set a bomb off inside of me. Little explosions of pleasure spread through my body.

"Oh, God," I moaned. "More. Please? I'm ready."

"Yeah?" he said, slowly pulling out until only the head was still inside. "Are you sure about that? A second ago you said I needed to go slow because of my—"

"Mammoth cock. Yes, Rivers, I remember." I narrowed my eyes. "And if you don't fucking fuck me, I'm going to cut the son of a bitch off."

He arched an eyebrow at me. "You know what I find funny?" He slammed his cock back in me, mercilessly pummeling my prostate. "Ever since I got inside of you, I haven't heard that adorable little accent of yours. Guess you're American by injection."

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