Page 55 of Don't Trust the Cowboy

I shake my head no, as his lips find mine, and he enters me. God, the feeling of him filling me is so exquisite, I let out a soft moan. It’s like sex with him is my new lifeline. His pelvis pushes in and out, stretching me, touching all the places, up until a few hours ago, I didn’t know existed. He supports my back with his hands as he angles my back, gaining access to my naked breasts. His mouth on them makes my eyes roll into the sockets. His cock is so perfect, as it moves in and out of me, fitting to me like a glove.

When I cry out, feeling myself climb, needing my release already, he looks at me, with a twinge of worry in his eyes. “It doesn’t hurt, does it, baby?”

“God, no.” I pant. “Fuck me, Billy. I need you.”

He speeds, balls slapping on my ass, and then he hits a spot, and it sends me spiraling down a tunnel of pleasure and lust. It’s so intense I lose control and cry out, panting, making sounds I don’t even recognize. But it feels so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s like my body is possessed, and Billy is in charge of it. He can have all the power he wants here. I’m addicted. As I start to come down off my high, he doesn’t stop. His lips find my breasts, and he licks and sucks them, leaving my lips, bringing me to another high quickly, expertly, effortlessly, and in moments, I’m coming again, and this time even more intensely, shattering me.

I can feel his cock fully engorge, and I want to feel him come inside me so bad. “Billy, I want to feel you come inside me.”

His gaze meets mine as he pants, slowing slightly. “When was your last period, baby.” He asks through a pant, looking so fucking sexy, on the edge of an orgasm.

“It’s due anytime.”

“You sure?” He asks, his voice pleading, like he’s dying to come.

I nod. “Uh huh.” I grunt softly. “God, fuck me hard, Billy.” I gasp, as desperate as he is.

He speeds, holding my head, kissing me like I’m his only source of oxygen, as I grasp his ass, pushing him into me, feeling my third orgasm rip through me, as his seed spurts into me, wetting me, making me feel completely drunk on lust, not on this planet. “Jesus....fuck.” He grunts between kisses, emptying inside me. His cock jerks with every eruption, giving me bursts of excitement mixed with all the sensations. It’s phenomenal. It’s intoxicating. It’s an unbelievable feeling and it’s all him.

We’re both fighting for breath as we finish together. He rests his head on my shoulder for a moment, and then he kisses it, and lifts his head, holding me tight to him as he rights himself, and we’re both upright. “God, that was fucking unbelievable, baby.” He says, winded.

“It was.”

“You’re not sore?”

I shake my head. “Not at all.” I smirk.

He smiles. “What?”

“You broke me.”

A chuckle. “I suppose, in a way, I did.”

He gently pulls out of me, and lifts me, not bothering to cover either of us. We’re both naked as he carries me back to the house, oblivious that we’re exposed to the world, even though it’s the middle of the night, and not a soul is to be found. No cars drive by, nothing. He closes the door and carries me to the bedroom, delivering sweet kisses as he does. “I suppose we best be careful. Neither one of us wants to have babies right now. This was a one-time only deal, darlin’.” He says gently.

“It was worth it.”

“I agree. Making love to you raw like that is fucking hot, baby. But if you want to do it like that more often, we need to be more careful. My mama herself will tell both of us that using the rhythm method is a dangerous game.”

“Certainly. I’ll go on the pill, Billy.”

“I’ll leave that up to you, baby. I’m fine wearing a condom, or whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“We don’t need to talk about this right now, honey. Let’s get some sleep.” I tell him as he lies me down on the bed and then he lies next to me.

“You’re right. I’m tired beyond tired, baby.”

I pull him to me, so his head rests on my chest, and I comb my fingers through his hair, until his breathing becomes shallow, and I know that he’s asleep. When I wake up, he’s spooning me from behind, still sound asleep. Even when I turn over to face him, all he does is turn over onto his back. I look at the clock and it’s six o’clock, with the light indicating that he’s going to be awakened in thirty minutes. As he turns onto his back, I can clearly see his cock at half mast, and it makes my thighs ache.

Feeling brave, I inch my way down the sheets, pulling them away from him, so he’s exposed. His dick is so fucking perfect. What possesses me to do this, I have no idea, but I suck the tip. The second I do that, it jerks, and he wakes up with a quick inhale. “Holy fuck, darlin’.” He says, dreamily.

His cock becomes hard as a rock, and it spurs me on. I suck down the length of it, not knowing fully what I’m doing, but I take Billy’s lead, as he starts to grunt softly, and his pelvis starts to move. “God, baby. You are so good at that.” He whispers.

My hand is around his shaft. My mouth is filled with him, as far down as I can go without setting off my gag reflex. I’ve heard all the fuss about giving men blow jobs, and I’ve always wanted to know. His cock is very motivating, and the way that he squirms and grunts as I suck him, makes my chest puff out with pride. Suddenly, I feel his hand at my ass, as I’m crouched astride. He guides me over, pulling my butt to his face, lifting my leg over, so his mouth is on my wetness. And I now know what a sixty-nine is.

...it’s wonderful.

As his lips and tongue pleasure me, I find myself even more motivated to suck and pump him. The pleasure is intense and heady, as we both mutually please each other. His tongue is moving at lightning speed, bringing me so close to the edge, and then he sucks it, and I plunge off the edge, coming at his face, sucking him, moaning on his cock, as he licks my clit, making me come again, like it’s no challenge for him. As I feel the final ebbs, he lifts his head out from under me, and flips me over, plunging inside me, fucking me hard, making the bed squeak and the headboard bang against the wall.

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