Page 43 of Lasso Lovebirds

Their voice grew louder, more desperate. Their muscles coiled, their entire body winding up as they got closer and closer to the edge.

I wasn’t going to stop until they came, not for a single second.

A deep wave of satisfaction rolled through me. I was finally getting a taste of Sky.

Damn, I’m lucky.That was all I could think as I was rewarded by the taste of them.

Their voice rang out and back arched as their orgasm crashed into them, their body tense as they came. I kept thrusting my fingers in and out as they rode it, and then gasped as hot liquid gushed from them.

“Oh my god,” they cried

I didn't let them roll away, didn't let up even as they squirted on me. I lapped up the mess, reveling in the fact that I’d made them come so damn hard they squirted.

“I’m sorry,” they gasped.

“What on earth are you sorry for?” I growled.

I rose up, my cock standing so hard that it was almost painful. How could I convince them that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? That I would be remembering this moment for as long as I lived?

They panted, lips parting in surprise as I brought the fingers that just been inside them to their mouth.

“Open up,” I demanded.

They did as I asked, sucking themselves off me. Their tongue swirled around my fingers, all while they melted into the blankets. We’d made a mess, but I wasn't done yet, and of course, the blankets were waterproof anyway. So it didn't matter how messy we got.

I always thought things through.

“I need you inside me,” they whispered.

And I needed to be inside them. I leaned back, freeing myself of the last piece of clothing. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. I've been hard for so long, just touching myself nearly sent me over the edge. But I’d been alive long enough to know that I could control the urge.

But it took every ounce of strength in order to do so.

I leaned back and grabbed the bag I brought with me. I reached inside, pulling out a condom and opening it quickly. Sky reached down between their legs, circling their clit with their fingers as they watched me put it on.

I made a mess,” they whimpered.

“We're gonna make an even bigger mess, little storm.”

I moved between their thighs, planting a hand above their head as I pressed the head of my cock against them. They tilted their hips back, and we both groaned together as they took me.

Sliding into them felt like sliding into heaven, their pussy milking me as they slowly took every inch. I made sure they had time to adjust me before they took me to the hilt, and then we both went still for a moment, savoring each other's bodies.

“Fuck,” they moaned. “You feel so good. I can feel you stretching me.”

All I could do was grunt.

My eyes fluttered as I waited patiently, waiting until they finally moved their hips, giving me the signal to move as well. I drew back slowly, and then pumped forward, filling them again.

Their hands settled on my shoulders, their nails biting into my back as we set a slow rhythm. In and out, our bodies merging together in the cool Oklahoma night.

I thrusted, peppering kisses on them between moans. After a few thrusts, the rhythm became more fevered, as if something wild was unleashed. Hot pleasure rushed through my body as I fucked them harder, the truck rocking back-and-forth as I took them. Their arms wound around my shoulders and neck, their legs around my waist. Every single movement had us both groaning and crying, our voices blending together.

We had so much to learn about each other. So much time to claim together. But all I could think about right now was how lucky I was to not only have kissed them, but to be with them, too.

To be with them, to be with Pris.

“I’m so close again,” they rasped.

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