Page 6 of Big Tex

I’m not the only one losing myshithere. Colt lays us on the bed. He gently pulls my dress up and starts running the tip of his fingers along my slit, over the fabric of my lacy underwear. Rubbing it over my clit till I feel my orgasm build, then sliding down to my entrance.

Stroking himself, he hisses. “I love your smell, the way you look… so wet and swollen. Fuuuuck sweetheart, you’re gonna make me come before I’m even inside you.”

He starts pushing two thick fingers inside me every time he reaches the entrance to my pussy. Colt inhales sharply and pushes in, knuckles deep. At the same time he’s pinching my clit. Then he takes my hand and wraps it around his cock, circling my fingers around his long, thick erection. I drink in the sight of him, beautiful, powerful, and passionate. His golden skin, splattered with freckles.

He doesn’t stop his maddening pattern. Rubs along the length of my slit, goes back up to my clit, plays there for a beat, tormenting me with a delicious circling pressure. Then back down where he pushes inside me slowly, inch by achinglydelicious inch, while his fingers thrumming keep my clitoris burning with pleasure. My hand trembles around his cock. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. What we’re doing feels wicked and natural all at once. The vision of our hands on our most intimate body parts, my orgasm building indefinitely… I’m afraid I can’t take any more. Our movements become frantic, and our mouths join in deep, loud, wet kisses. I’m licking his delicious lips, biting, suckling… I can’t keep still; my hips come off the bed in abrupt movements. My hand has lost its slow, sensual caress on Colt’s sex. I wet my palm with the flat of my tongue and keep pleasuring him. Fighting to keep my control, trying to not go too fast or too hard.

“I’m so close,” I wail out.

“Me too, baby,” he grunts.

Then we start moaning loudly into each other’s mouth, eyes locked, hands furiously pulling each wave of pleasure from the other.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I repeat in an infinite litany.

“Fuck, doll… you’re making me feel so fucking good, Laylaaaaa,” he stretches my name through his orgasm.

After a few seconds, I start coming back to my senses. We’re lying on our backs, arms still tangled. I have my forearm over my eyes, trying to get my breathing back to normal. Colt lets out a soft laugh.

“What?” I enquire, turning to his gorgeous face.

I squeal when he hauls me in his arms, taking me to the adjoining bathroom. He gently sets me in the shower and grabs a washcloth. I watch as he joins me inside, turns on the water to a warm temperature, wets the cloth, pours shower gel on it, then proceeds to wash away my stickiness…

A couple of hours later, after we’ve cleaned up from our bedroom session, and from the shower action, we’re resting on the bed, limbs tangled, dozing off in a wonderfully sated state.

Colt slips a hand under my hair, stroking the back of my neck. I smile, drinking in his gorgeous face, as he pulls me closer on his chest and presses a tender kiss on my cheek, framing my face in his huge hands. There’s a sparkle in his eyes, a smile on his face as he studies me.

“What?” I ask.

He kisses me tenderly. Long and deep. His lips all over mine, his tongue caressing my mouth, his hands still cuddling my face. And we stay like that, bodies and minds tangled into each other.

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Men have given me head before. Although it was sometimes good, I’ve never come from it. Never even thought it was possible. I felt pleasure, but nothing mind-blowing.

But Colt eating my pussy is an entirely novel experience. The man is starved. He licks my folds, my labia, sucks on my sensitive flesh, grazes my clit, finger and tongue fucks me. At the same time, moaning and groaning against my abused flesh. My juices drip into his mouth in indecent wet sounds that heightening my arousal.

“Loooorrrddd,” I yell out.

Colt lifts his head from between my legs, lower face glistening with my wetness, his magical mouth hooked up on one side in a cocky smirk.

“I prefer sir or daddy. Or just Big Tex.” Then he winks and resumes his delicious torture.

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COLT

It’s official. I’ve died and gone to heaven. No earthly sensation can feel this amazing. Layla’s pussy is heavenly. She’s not just tight, she’s goddamntight. Not wet, but fucking soaked, coating my cock and balls. I’m holding her hips tight, probably gonna bruise, but I can’t loosen my grip. I need to. My eyes are glued to our joined sex. Her pussy lips parted, my dick thrusting in and out, glistening with her juices.

Hands firmly on my shoulders, she plants her short, manicured nails into my skin. The sharp pain enhancing my pleasure.

“That’s it, darlin’. Fucking bounce on this cock. It’s all yours. Fuck yourself on your man’s dick.”

Layla moans louder at my dirty talk and I can’t hold back a strong up-thrust, making her cry out.

“You like that, dirty girl? You fucking like daddy fucking your tight, wet cunt hard?”

Layla lets out another loud whimper and I can tell she’s close. So fucking close. I band a strong forearm around her waist, firmly holding her in place, and start pistoning into her tight, drenched channel. She bounces on my lap like a fucking stripper, throwing her head back, eyes rolling, full lips parted in a silent cry, rippling around me like she’s about to fucking swallow my dick. We’re both so fucking close. I press the pad of my thumb at her swollen clit. One pass and the hood is pushed back, the sensitive bundle of nerves at my mercy. A few well-placed rolls and Layla comes undone. Shaking, wailing and spasming in my arms. God, she’s beautiful.

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