Page 96 of Pinkie Promise

“Fallon,” he pants, his voice hoarse with lust, and my body squirms instinctively, a whimper leaving my throat. “Ohfuck, baby, yes,” he rasps, pumping his hips the second that the sound leaves my lips. He eases his length slowly backwards and murmurs, “Is this okay, baby?”

“Mm-hm,” I whisper, locking my legs around his middle. He brushes his forehead over mine and kisses gently at my lips.

He frees my pinkie so that he can squeeze his hand around my ass and I clutch at the muscles in his back as he rolls his body firmly into mine.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his shoulder muscles bunching. “Hold onto me, baby, just like that.”

He momentarily removes his hand from my behind so that he can pull the red quilt cover over the top of us. It shields us from the gentle glow of the bedside lamp and once it’s in place we’re both laughing again. Hunter hisses with pleasure and presses his mouth over mine, groaning as he slides his warm tongue inside of me.

“You’re l-literally huge,” I whisper, whimpering when he squeezes my breasts.

“Yeah,” he grunts, smirking down at me. “And you’re so tight it hurts.”

“Hunter,” I moan, as he thrusts into me even harder.

“I’m not gonna last long in here, baby,” he murmurs gruffly against my cheek. “Can’t pace myself in my girl’s wet little pussy.”

“But you’re a star athlete,” I pant, making his smirk grow more cocky. “You’re s-supposed to have control.”

He laughs and thrusts languidly, making both of us groan. “I think tonight made it pretty clear that I have zero control when it comes to you, baby.”

I lick over the swell of his pec and he grunts as he watches me. “Then m-maybe,” I whisper, “you should hand over the reins.”

His movements become faster, pumping frantically as he looks into my eyes.

“You mean” – he clears his throat, his voice gravel-deep – “you mean, you gettin’ on top?” he asks, his eyes dropping to my chest. “Having you ride me?”

“I mean, you are a country boy,” I murmur, smiling up at him, and trailing my fingertips down his shoulders until I can squeeze at his pecs. “Are you telling me that you never wanted to wrangle yourself a cowgirl?”

With a growl, he wraps his arms beneath me and rolls heavily onto his back, keeping my hips slightly raised so that he isn’t filling me to the hilt. He keeps his eyes on mine as he pulls the quilt up over my head and then he settles his large palms on my hips, jerking his chin at me.

“Have at it, baby,” he grunts.

I lower my palms to his thick abdomen and shift down the tiniest bit.

My eyes go wide and Hunter chokes, his chest heaving violently.

“Oh God, y-you don’t have to go all the way down on it, baby,” he pants, rubbing his palms over the small of my back and pushing me closer to his chest.

But then my nipples brush softly over his abs and his hips shoot up involuntarily, making Hunter exhale roughly as he fills me with those last four inches.

“Fuck, sorry, sorry,” he says quickly, trying to withdraw, but I shake my head, wanting to give this to him. His expression is heated as he leans up on one elbow, gripping my jaw with one hand so that he can pull me down and kiss me.

He growls hungrily as he slides his tongue inside of my mouth and I sigh, submitting to him, as I pump him tenderly inside of me. When the warm strokes of his tongue become too much to bear I pull back, moaning breathlessly, and Hunter settles his palm back down to my hip.

He reclines back, his expression so cocky that it makes me giggle, and as soon as he sees the dimples in my cheeks he grins back at me, meeting my little grinds with eager thrusts.

I grip harder into his pecs and he kicks his legs out wider, clutching firmly at my hips so that I can’t escape the force of his movements.

“Doin’ so good, baby,” he grunts, thrusting his hips fervently between my thighs.

His rough palms stroke down my legs until he’s cupping behind my knees and he eases them outwards until I’m spread into the splits.

He groans in satisfaction, pumping faster.

“Fallon, I ain’t gonna… I ain’t gonna last much longer,” he pants, his eyes burning into mine. “I gotta put you on your back, right now.”

I immediately nod my head and I feel his forearm on my back as he rolls us over, pinning me down with his hips.

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