Page 85 of Chasing the Wild
“I guess I need to wear my cap backward more often if this is how wet your sweet little cunt gets.” With my other hand, I hook below her knee, sliding a palm down the slope and curve of her calf, until I catch her ankle. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I gently ease her foot out of the water and hook her leg over the edge of the bath to rest across my thigh, opening her right up for me. My fingers slide through her slit and dip into her entrance, before dragging up to circle around the pouting bud that’s waiting for my attention.
As soon as I brush over that bundle of nerves, Layla bucks beneath my touch and lets out the sweetest, horniest noise. One that is going to become my mission to have her making again once my cock is buried inside her.
“Tell me what you want from me, angel.” I rub firm circles over her clit and devour the way her pupils dilate, pleasure starting to wash through her veins.
“I want you. I need you inside me.”
Wrapping my grip tighter around her ankle, I press into that pleasurable spot below her calf that I know will have her melting. A shift of my other hand is all it takes, I sink two fingers inside her slick pussy, and her eyes flutter closed on a moan.
“You gotta tell me the truth, baby. You talked a mighty big game this morning in the kitchen, but you’ve had all day to think about this, just like I have. Now, I need to hear you use your words.”
She’s so silky and wet, and her tight channel sucks my fingers deeper with every moment I work a little harder inside. I want my girl draped over me and burying her teeth in my neck while I fill her up. I want to be able to see every perfect fucking expression playing on her face as she squeezes the life out of my cock.
As much as I’m desperate for this, I won’t do anything unless she tells me in no uncertain terms. The words need to come from her lips.
“Colt…” Her whine hitches in her throat as I start scissoring my fingers, working her and getting her ready to take me. She’s so fucking tight, her pussy is like a velvety glove around my digits, but I don’t want to dare risk hurting her.
I add a third finger and she arches for me like a goddamn dream. Those nipples are dusky pink and lovely, stiffened to tight, furled peaks.
“Play with your tits, show me how you love them being teased.”
Without hesitation, she pinches and plucks at them. My balls throb watching her, feeling her grip my fingers tighter.
“I’m not going to give you what you want until you tell me. I gotta hear you say it, but not because you think it’s what I’m wanting. I’ll give you anything you need, as long as it’s the truth.” I start fucking in and out with my fingers, her body rocking, cradled by the water’s buoyancy.
Layla devastates me with a hooded stare, pouty lips, and nothing more than the slightest rasp in her sultry voice.
“I want to feel you with nothing between us. Please let me know what it’s like to have all of you. I haven’t stopped thinking about it all day.”
“You want to be dripping with me, angel?”
Her cunt tightens around my fingers immediately, and a soft moan fills the air.
“Yes. Oh god, yes. I want that.”
“You gotta be specific. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Layla is right on edge. Her fingers work her nipples relentlessly, pussy walls fluttering around my fingers. Shallow, panting breaths laced with needy little noises rise up.
Goddamn, this girl is a vision.
“Please don’t use a condom. You don’t need to when you’re with me.” She whimpers and bucks her hips against me. “Fuck me bare, cowboy. I want to feel all of you. I want to feel the way you fill me with your cum.”
Jesus Christ. I’m nearly choking as the filthiest words tumble out of this beautiful girl, and I’m fucking done for. Her back bows as I work my thumb over her clit and plunge in and out of her, hungry for the way she unravels perfectly. Moaning and shaking and clamping down on my hand, she pinches her hardened nipples.
I hold her leg, insisting that she stays open for me even when she tries to wriggle out of my grasp and draw her legs together, massaging her through the come down. Or maybe not even that, I’m too fucking greedy and don’t give her much of a chance to land—before I fully realize it, I’m already working this beautiful girl harder, that precious next climax firmly set in my sights.
But I have to drag myself off her. If I’m going to do this, I’ve at least got to get rid of my clothes. My dick is a steel bar,ready to feel every soft undulation of her silky channel wrapped around me.
With teeth gritted, I pull my hand away, but not before sucking down on the taste of my perfect girl and enjoying every second that she soaks up the sight.
“You want me raw inside you? So fucking sweet when you’re begging, angel.”
Layla arches her back and the warm water laps around all her curves, forming shimmering, iridescent dress fitted to her nakedness. A transparent swirl of steam and droplets runs over wet skin, caressing the swell of her stomach, the crease at the tops of her thighs, the fullness of her breasts.
“Are you getting in, Daddy?” She flutters those eyelashes my way, and there’s every possibility I’m going to struggle to last long. This girl has got me ready to blow in my jeans, for the second time in my adult life.
“Don’t even think about moving; of course I’m getting in there with you.” Reaching up, I flip off the cap and then fumble my way through the top few buttons before dragging my shirt up over my head. Why couldn’t this have been summer time? It’d be much more goddamn convenient if I could have us both wearing next to fucking nothing all day long. There are always far too many layers of clothes between us, and I’m inwardly cursing the fact I can’t insist on Layla wearing dresses or skirts or something that is much better suited to all the places I want to take her on this ranch and sink inside her.
