Flying Figure Ranch ~Six~

Content advisory: m/f sex

David Anderson sent the big black horse around the ring again. From his position in the center of the corral, the burn of Crystal Bennington’s eyes scorched into his back. At first he’d tried not to let her distract him from his job, but the longer she stood leaning on the rail, the more he wanted to drag her into the barn manager’s apartment and fuck the shit out of her.

And he just might do it if she didn’t take her leave pretty soon. If she wanted him to, and from the intensity of her stare, he was pretty sure that’s what she had on her mind.

The horse snorted and spun, kicked high and squealed before tearing around the ring like his hooves were on fire. David swore and moved in to cut the horse off. The beast was aware of his inattention and taking advantage of it.

If he could keep his mind off the minx messing with his equilibrium maybe he could do his job. She had shown up five minutes after he’d brought the horse into the ring. But her interest hadn’t focused on the horse. Her constant stare was palpable, distracting, and he wished she would either make a move or leave until he finished the session.

While trying to appear as if he took no notice of her, from his peripheral vision he saw her place one barely covered foot on the bottom rail and settle in for some serious observation. Jesus. She was undoing him. His cock happily acknowledged her presence by pushing impatiently at his jeans.

She had been there for a few days, and as far as David could tell there was no man warming her bed at night. He hadn’t gone as far as inquiring with his sister, Lacy, to find out for sure. Lacy took care of reservations and would have the skinny on who arrived alone and who had a bedmate. Maybe the next time he saw Lacy he would ask her. Unless he got the opportunity to find out first hand.

David turned the horse and started him again.

From the rail, Crystal laughed outright.

That was the final straw. David gave up working with the horse. He let the animal do as he pleased in the ring while David strode over to the lovely creature who had wrecked the training session. He leaned against the rail. “Enjoying yourself?” he drawled.

“Actually, yes,” she said and grinned. “He’s a pretty horse.”

David turned to watch the stallion prance along the far side of the enclosure. “Yes, he is, but he is sorely lacking between his pretty ears.”

“Ah, he’s smarter than you’re giving him credit for. I’d run too if someone wanted to ride me.”

His cock twitched. “Oh you would, huh?”

“Yes. Definitely.” She smirked at him.

The little witch knew her words were loaded with double meanings. “I’m not so sure I believe you.”

She laughed. “I meant if I was a horse. Which of course, I’m not.” She kicked her head back and parked her hands on her hips.

His hot gaze ran boldly over her. “You certainly, aren’t.” He stared blatantly at her left hand. No ring. The hell with asking Lacy when Crystal had opened the gateway. “Are you here with family?” He was almost positive she wasn’t.

“Nope. I needed some R and R from my job. I’m here solo. And having a great time.”

Hopefully not with one of his brothers. They were worse than a pack of horny wolves. Not that he was any better.

“What kind of work do you do?” He was genuinely curious.

“I’m an attorney.”

Oh no. He had never had much love for lawyers. And it must have shown on his face.

She laughed. “I’m into corporate law. Mostly contracts for wealthy clients. I don’t chase ambulances and represent serial killers.”

“I’m glad. I’d hate for my good opinion of you to go down the toilet.”

“I would hate that, too,” she quipped.

Attorney or not, he wanted to get to know her in a more up close and personal way.  His dick was in full agreement as it continued its assault on his zipper in its quest for freedom from his confining pants. “I’m heading up to the lodge for some coffee. This animal needs to cool out for a while. Would you care to join me?”

She gave him a measured look then stepped back from the rail. “Sure. I’d like that.”

“Good.” He climbed over the rails instead of using the gate, knowing full well he was giving her a prime view of his ass when he swung over the top rail.

She walked beside him, all lithe grace with a fantastic scent of exotic perfume on her skin. Pale blonde hair pulled away from her face with a touch of some elegant braiding that left the majority of her tresses free. She was a fine looking woman. Too fine to be spending her time alone poking around smelly barns and dusty corrals. And sweaty cowboys.

He glanced down surreptitiously at himself. Shit. He looked exactly like what he was, a horse wrangler. Dirt soiled his shirt and jeans and his boots were old and worn. Christ, he probably even smelled like a horse considering that he’d worked all morning with them. One did not handle horses without acquiring dirt from their coat and the distinctive horse-sweat scent. Yep. He looked and most likely smelled like a real prize. Especially to an educated, professional woman like her.

“Please forgive my appearance,” he said. “I get dirty when I work with the animals. I don’t go around looking. . .and smelling like this unless I’m training.”

“Oh, I understand. I have a horse.”

“You do?” Well that was a surprise. And a damn nice one.

“Yes. A big palomino Walking horse. His name is Magic’s Prime Image In Gold.”

Now this was his kind of woman. “Do you show him?”

“I have. We did well in flat shod classes. But mostly I like to trail ride though.”

“Where do you hail from?”

“Lexington, Kentucky. It doesn’t get more horse country than Lexington. So please, don’t worry about being dirty. I’m frequently in that state myself.” She rewarded him with a smile rivaling any sunrise.

“I bet you look good on your horse,” he said.

She laughed. “All that matters is that Image and I have a good ride. Appearances only go so far.”

Ah and she wasn’t a stuck-up bitch. Lord knew she was beautiful enough to be hung up on herself. He didn’t like vain women. He’d tangled with a couple and ended up licking wounds that ran deep. Life was tough enough without looking for a knife in the back by a female so in love with herself that she had nothing left for anyone else.

They walked up the winding, stone path to the lodge. “Come around back. I don’t want to offend any guests.” He said and grinned.

She snorted and said, “It’s a horse ranch. If anyone is bothered by a little horse dirt they shouldn’t be here.”

“True, but they do show up on occasion.”

They went around to the back entrance that opened into the kitchen and he held the door for her. “I like the way you think. Actually, I like a lot about you.”

She gave him that beautiful smile again.

David drew in a deep breath. The kitchen smelled of fresh bread and slow cooking beef but the cook was nowhere in sight.

“Make yourself at home,” he said and waived at the small table pushed up against the wall. “I’ll put on the coffee. Would you mind if I took a really fast shower? I feel kind of gross.”

“I don’t mind at all. What do you take in your coffee?”

“Just cream. There’s sugar in the cabinet by the fridge if you like yours sweetened. I’ll make it fast and be back down as quick as I can.”

“Take your time. I’ve got the coffee under control.”

“If Rebecca comes in, she’s our cook, tell her you’re with me and she’ll take care of you and not run you out of her domain.”

“Don’t worry. I can handle myself just fine.”

“I bet you can,” he said and hurried to the staircase.

***

Lathered in soap, David distinctly heard the bathroom door snick open and closed. Someone had joined him. “Who’s there?” he called.

“I brought your coffee,” Crystal said.

His cock was already at half-mast as he ran his palm along the length, distributing soap. He grinned. Perhaps things were about to get interesting. “Thanks,” he said over the spray of water. Her shadow passed the steamed up shower door followed by a clink when she set the cup on the vanity.

He opened the door enough to poke his wet head out. Might as well go for broke. She stood at the vanity finger combing the back of her hair. She turned and her lips twitched up into a grin.

“Care to join me?” he asked. “The water is just right.”

“Why else would I have brought your coffee?”

“Maybe you were just being kind.”

She laughed and casually worked the buttons loose on her blouse and shimmied out of it. The garment dropped to the spotless ceramic tile. No bra confined her lovely, high breasts.

His cock went rock-hard at the vision.

She kicked off her sandals then shucked her jeans and a little lace thong. Gloriously nude, she struck a pose that she had to know was stunning.

He held the door open in invitation. With a mischievous grin, she sidled in with him. The hot water cascaded over her, soaking her hair and streaming over her beautiful body.

“My lord,” she said as she stared at his dick. “You’re big.” Wasting no time, she stepped forward and he took her in his arms, bringing their bodies together. Her soft belly trapped his raging hard-on between them in a delicious press.

“How did you find out where my room was?”

“Your cook was very helpful. It seems she thinks you need to get laid and was more than happy to tell me where to find you.”

He laughed. He’d have to see that Rebecca got a raise.

“We hit it off,” she said.

“Apparently.” If Rebecca liked her that was a plus. Cranky Rebecca didn’t like many people, and she had amazing radar for good character.

His hands slid over her wet skin and gripped her firm ass, bringing her tighter against him. Her long fingers curled into his hair and she slowly rubbed against him. Heat roared to life in his groin and spread through him with wildfire speed. His cock pulsed. The engorged head was supersensitive to the friction she was generating.

Groaning with pleasure, he bent his head and captured her soft lips in a kiss that quickly became demanding. He bent one leg and she repositioned herself, straddling his thigh. She slid her crotch along his leg, riding up and down in a slow, steady pace. The sensation of her delicate skin on his muscular thigh sent waves of goose bumps over him.

She leaned back and her breasts jutted upward. He couldn’t take his eyes from  them. Large and firm, perfect. The orbs beckoned. He leaned over and captured one pert peak with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the nipple and gently bit the sensitive flesh. A little moan came from between her lovely parted lips.

He drew more of her breast into his seeking mouth and suckled on the firm flesh. His tongue was relentless, circling and teasing the taut nipple. One hand closed on the other lovely globe and massaged gently.

Her soft moans spurred him to continue his attentions.

She picked up speed, working the tender flesh between her legs on his firm thigh. The soap and water made it easy for her to stimulate herself. She rode him harder, grinding her pussy against course hair and hard muscle.

She tossed her head back and a guttural cry came from her. As her orgasm rocked her, she quaked against his flesh.

David’s cock jerked. Jesus. He’d never had a woman get off like that before. He straightened his leg and replaced his thigh with his questing hand. Reaching between her legs, he encountered slick, swollen flesh and the hard little nub that fetched a moan from her the second he made contact.

As he stroked the little bud, she rocked her hips on his hand. He worked the cluster of nerves between his fingers until she cried out. Then his fingers slid through the moisture of her arousal and he found her opening. He plunged two fingers into her heat and pumped.

She rocked her hips, bucking on his fingers. Her breath came in quick, shallow pants. Her hands clutched at his biceps and she kicked her head back. He bent and pressed a kiss below her jaw, then worked his way down to her shoulder. Her moans filled the shower stall.

He pumped faster and she responded, riding his fingers in a frenzied quest for release. He bent lower and kissed her breast again, teasing one nipple and then the other. She stiffened and her inner walls squeezed his fingers in the first wave of her orgasm. She moaned and her pussy milked his fingers. When she stilled and laid her forehead against his chest, he withdrew from her clinging heat.

Then she straightened, and quirking up one delicate eyebrow, grasped his cock. “Should I be afraid of him?” she said with obvious appreciation and laughter in her voice. Her hand slid up and down his length with slow but firm strokes. He groaned and thrust his hips forward.

“Like that, big guy?” she asked with a very satisfied smirk.

“Fuck. Yeah.”

“We’ll get to that.”

Soon. He wanted to get to that soon. Getting jerked off felt good but not as good as shoving himself deep in hot pussy. “We will definitely get to it,” he said.

She pumped vigorously, working him thoroughly. Groaning, he rocked his hips. Her hand felt so good on him. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, hopefully, once he got in her, he wouldn’t lose it minutes later.

He felt the telltale tingle in his lower back and reached to still her pumping hand. “You have to stop,” he said.

She released him after a quick stroke of her fingertips over the engorged and overly sensitive head which drew a deep moan from him.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. She was firecracker hot, but he didn’t shove his uncovered dick in any pussy, no matter how hot or how well he knew the woman he was about to fuck. Tracking and dripping water, he went to the vanity and rummaged in the top drawer. He withdrew a small foil packet, ripped it open, and rolled the latex onto his cock.

He stepped back into the stall. The water slicked the latex. “You ever fucked in a shower stall?” he asked.

“No. But it sounds super hot.” She practically squirmed with anticipation.

“You have to go about it right or someone might slip and get their butt busted on the tile,” he said.  Then he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her. He pressed her back against the sparking white tile and slowly pushed his cock into her. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his back.

Supporting her easily, David drove into her tight channel and pumped with an easy rhythm.

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “You’re fucking huge.”

“I was blessed by the cock gods,” he said between grunts as he sawed into her squeezing heat.

“And then some.” She arched her back and rocked her hips, taking him even deeper. A long moan came out of her.

Bracing himself for stability, he pumped harder, slamming her core. He increased his speed, driving fast. Her whimpers came quicker and her hips rocked with him. The heat of her pussy permeated the latex. His dick pounded her, eliciting a moan with each hard thrust.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “You feel so wonderful, so full.” Her nails sank into his shoulders.

He slammed her hard in response to the burn of her nails, battering her with everything he had. Her moans of pleasure spurred him onward. The shower spray ran over them in warm rivulets as he pounded her pussy.

The familiar tickle in his lower back signaled impending release and he drove even harder. Her hips pumped frantically as if she realized he was about to finish. She humped against him, her pussy gripping his length as it slid in and out of her. She cried out and shuddered, rocking on him as her orgasm crested.

David kept pumping hard after she stilled. The sensation in his back rushed forward and his release ripped through him. He spurted in hot jets as his thrusts slowed and then stopped. Totally spent, he pulled his cock from her heat and stripped off the condom. He opened the shower door and tossed the condom in the trash. Then he turned back to Crystal. “You were fantastic,” he said.

“So were you, stud.”

He drew her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I have the rest of the day off. Would you like to stick around for a tour of the bedroom?”

“I would love to see your bedroom,” she said.

“Excellent.” He turned off the water and groped outside the shower door for towels. “Let’s make the most of the day.”

She winked. “I’m all yours, lover.”

~ Nickie Asher ~

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Flying Figure Ranch ~Four~

Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex

This is an on-going serial about a working dude ranch specializing in prize Morgan horses and wild times with horny guests.

Alex Anderson sucked back a Jack and Coke and watched his little brother, Cody, throw shapes on stage at The White Stag. He hated to admit it, but Cody was pissing his life away on the ranch. If Alex could play half as well, he’d have packed his bags and left already. He tilted his chair back and grinned when Cody made eye contact. Only a year apart in age, he and Cody were tight.

“You know him?” a feminine voice asked from behind him.

Alex swiveled his head. A knockout in a barely there red dress stood with her hand on the back of his chair.

“He’s my little brother.” He spoke loud so she would hear him over the music and packed crowd.

“Really?”

On stage, bathed in blue light, Cody went into his solo, making ample use of the whammy bar.

“Yes, really.” He grinned up at her. “Would you care to join me?” She would say yes and then ask to meet Cody. It happened way too frequently.

“I’d love to.” She eased around the table and sat opposite him. “I’m Corinna.”

“Alex.” He waited for the question.

“Don’t you guys run Flying Figure?” she asked instead.

Surprised, he said, “It’s a family gig. But yes, we do.”

“I love horses. Been looking for a nice Morgan.”

He wasn’t sure he believed her but at least she wasn’t panting over Cody. “We have about two dozen for sale at the moment. You could stop by and see them, if you like.”

“I’m hoping to find a black gelding, show quality. Anything fit the bill?”

“We have three you might be interested in.” Maybe she was legit.

“Excellent. I’ll stop over Monday evening.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” Alex asked.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He motioned for the waitress and as soon as Corinna ordered, he asked, “Come here often?”

“Yeah. I love hard rock, and this is the only place I can get my fix.” She smiled, showing some of the most perfect teeth he’d ever seen. Cascades of hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. Alex had always been a sucker for long blonde hair and she had tons of silky looking, golden locks. He imagined having all that hair fall over him while those lovely painted lips did indecent things to him.

To his chagrin, his dick had the same idea, swelling inside his snug pants and causing more than a tad of discomfort.

She leaned over the table and Alex found himself staring down her low cut dress.

She tittered and he jerked his eyes up to meet hers. Her smile had morphed into a smirk. She’d absolutely busted him.

“Like what you see?”

And she was bold. He liked that, too. “Yeah. I do,” he said. Maybe there was more to negotiate than the price of a good horse. His cock grew harder. Surreptitiously, he reached under the table to adjust things.

The smirk became knowing. She hadn’t missed his move. He cleared his throat and she laughed. Then she turned her attention to the stage. Oh crap.

“Your brother tears it up, doesn’t he?”

He almost sighed. He’d been right in the first place. “Yeah, Cody belongs in a real band.”

“He should go check out the Seattle scene.”

He quirked up a questioning eyebrow. “You ever been there?”

“Yeah. Seattle’s awesome. Beats cow town.”

“So why are you here?” She definitely seemed like a city kind of woman.

“My parents are here and they aren’t able to run the family business without honest help. So here I am. Accounting nerd extraordinaire. Among other things. I’m not really an accountant, but I seem to have a knack for it. They can’t afford to hire outside help and stay in the black. So I pick up the slack and do what I can for them.”

He laughed. “I never would have pegged you as a number cruncher.”

“Most people don’t. Actually, no one does. I’ve been accused of being a stripper after getting a few drinks under my belt.”

Holy crap. Did that translate to ripping her clothes off in public after a drink or two?

“I don’t deserve the bad rap. I’ve never taken off a stitch, but I might get up on the table and dance to the band.”

Alex laughed. “You’d have a hard time dancing to these guys if you were tipsy.”

“Yeah. I know. Too heavy. The music, not me.” She gave him a sly look. “There are ways to get my clothes off though.”

“What?” She caught him totally off guard that time.

She downed her drink and leaned over the table. Her sumptuous breasts nearly fell from her dress. “You ever had sex in the bathrooms?”

Had he heard her correctly? “Come again?” For a club, the bathrooms were pretty clean and the stalls roomy. But he couldn’t visualize sex in one of the little compartments.

She laughed. “Look, you’re attracted to me. I’m attracted to you. What say you we go into one of the restrooms and take care of business?”

“But what about the other people who go in. They’d hear us.”

“Oh my God. Not the public bathrooms. There are a couple of private bathrooms downstairs. One is right next to the band’s dressing room.”

“Oh.” He felt like a country bumpkin and heat filled his face. “I didn’t realize there were bathrooms downstairs.”

“Lots of things down there. You just have to know which door to try.” She gave him a come hither look, and he was more than willing to go along for the ride.

He finished his drink and glanced up at Cody who was oblivious to the audience while he practically masturbated the guitar. “Why not?”

She stood and held out her hand. A minute later she led him down a back staircase that he’d noted but never bothered investigating. He’d had no need to because the band played on the first floor.

He descended the carpeted steps to a dimly lit hallway. And a different world all together. Gas lights with whorehouse-red glass globes lined both sides of the walls. Dry-ice fog, generated from God only knew where, ghosted along the floor in translucent wisps.

“This is part of the dungeon,” she said and giggled.

“You mean this is a. . .”

“Yep. I’ve heard all kinds of kinky shit goes on down here.”

Was that the entire truth? He wasn’t so sure she didn’t have more knowledge of the lower level than she was admitting.

She led him to the end of the hall and knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Go away,” a woman hissed.

“Oops. Someone’s already using this one. Come on. Let’s try the one by the dressing room” They turned down the hall and went to the second to last door on the right. She tapped. “Fuck off,” a gruff male voice said. A string of grunts followed.

Oh damn. “Out of luck,” Alex said. Shit. He’d known it was too good to be true.

“No we aren’t.” She grabbed his hand and led him back down the hall. She stopped at each door and pressed her ear to the wood. At the forth door, she clapped her hand over her mouth and yet a muffled giggle escaped. She tugged him along, listening at the next four doors. She stood longer at the last then knocked gently.

When no one answered, she tapped again, waited, then peeked inside. “Come on.” Once inside, she locked the door behind them.

Alex looked around in fascinated wonder.

“We’re supposed to pay to use these rooms but as long as no one busts us we can grab a freebie.”

Alex couldn’t believe his eyes. Chains with heavy cuffs dangled from the walls, along with masks, whips of every variety, and items he couldn’t identify. A large bed with red and black satin coverings sat in the middle of the room. Restraints were attached to the posts. Large candles dominated a bedside table.

Corinna spied the candles. She sped to the table and lit them. “Flip off the light.”

He did as she asked and the room was plunged into dancing candlelight and eerie shadows.

Corinna went to the wall and looked over the gadgets. “Want to try out some of the toys?”

“You ever do that?”

“I’ve played a little. Nothing hard core. Not my scene. You?”

“Never tried any of this stuff, but. . .” He cocked an eyebrow. “Can I tie you up?” Where the hell had that come from? He’d never even thought of restraining a woman before, but he found the idea oddly thrilling. Having her helpless, totally under his control had a certain appeal. Not that he wanted to cause harm. He’d taken a swing at more than one man for being cruel to women in the past.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” she asked.

“Positive.”

She gave him a grin. “Okay, you can tie me up. Loosely.”

“I wouldn’t want to tie you tight. That isn’t how women should be treated.”

“My, you’re a good one. I’ve been with a couple of guys who wanted to get rough. I’m not into that crap.” She glided around him, close enough to brush against him. When she stopped, they were facing each other. Her breasts grazed his chest, her nipples hardening into little peaks. He reached for her, slipping an arm around her slim waist, he drew her up to him.

His erection pushed at his jeans and she rubbed slowly against him with her pelvis. Alex groaned.

“Like that?” she asked.

He rubbed back. “Of course I do.”

She stretched up, tilting her head for a kiss. He bent and pressed his mouth to hers. She was warm and silky soft. Her arms slipped around his neck. Alex’s hands traced down and grasped her ass, bringing her into better contact with his straining cock. She ground on him and opened for his probing tongue.

Her kisses tasted slightly of mint and the drink she’d had. Alex stroked along her tongue in slow easy sweeps. Then her hands were between them and she was working his jeans loose. He gasped into her mouth when her warm fingers caught him and squeezed.

Reaching behind her, he fumbled for the zipper, found it, and ran it down. He grasped the silky garment at the shoulders and peeled it off her. The dress dropped and puddled around her feet in a crimson pool. Now clad only in stilettos, she stepped free of the material.

Her breasts weren’t that big, but they were high and firm. She didn’t have an ounce of fat. Every inch of her was trim and toned. “You work out. A lot.”

“I dance. A lot. I teach ballet to a stable of young ladies when I’m not number crunching. It supplements the income my parents pay me.”

“Wow. A ballerina.”

“Once. I lived in New York for a while. Did a show or two. It’s a tough business. Teaching is rewarding enough, and the kids don’t give you half as much grief as the New York prima donnas.”

“I bet you’re good.”

“I was. I am. But I’m not good enough to ever be the star of the show, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Maybe for the snoots in the city. But here you would outshine everyone.”

She grinned and it lit up her face. “True. But some of my girls are coming right along. Who knows, maybe I can teach one of them enough and they will be a star some day.”

He was impressed with her. A lot of people would be bitter to touch a glamorous world and not be able to go all the way.

“Anyway, it was fun and frustrating, so I’m probably better off here in hickville.” She turned and pulled the covers down on the bed, presenting him with a good view of her shapely ass. His cock jerked and cat fast he was up against her back.

She giggled and pushed into him, grinding on his shaft.

He wedged a hand between them and slid his probing fingers between her legs. She spread them a bit, giving him better access to her silky flesh. His fingers grazed over moist skin then sank into her opening. She widened her stance and a little gasp of pleasure slipped from her.

He eased out of her and stroked her nub. She rewarded him with a gentle moan and rubbed herself on his fingers. He let go of her trim waist and captured a breast instead. The orb was firm, pert in his hand. He massaged gently then took the pebbled nipple, rolling and pinching in an alternating pattern until she groaned and cupped her other breast. Copying what he was doing. Together, they pleasured her for long moments.

A cry came out of her and she bucked hard on his fingers. When she stopped quaking, he withdrew and released her.

She turned to face him. Then grasped his jeans and started pushing them down his hips. Grinning, he stepped back. “No,” he said. “I’m in charge. Get on the bed and spread.” The game was on.

“Yes, sir,” she said, jumping right into character. She climbed onto the bed, positioned herself in the middle and lay spread-eagle.

He crawled in beside her and fastened the restraints on her wrists, though he was careful to leave them loose enough that she could pull free if she wanted. Next he buckled the straps around her shapely ankles.

He stood, and after fishing a condom from his jeans, stripped. He might not have an athlete’s body, but he was strong and toned from ranch work. He had no flaws to hide.

Her eyes roamed over him and she licked her lips.

He raised an eyebrow.

“My, you work out regularly,” she said.

“Yes, it’s called work,” he said and laughed. He put the foil packet on the night stand and crawled back onto the bed. After positioning himself between her bound legs, he met her gaze. Here lovely blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. He bent and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh, stopping mere inches from her wet, glistening center.

She gasped and a quiver ran through her.

He licked up her other thigh but stopped short again.

He kept licking until she whimpered with need and her hips gyrated on the bed. Grinning he zeroed in on her shining folds, touching with the tip of his tongue.

“Alex,” she moaned.

Meeting her eyes, he stroked her slit and licked up to her nub. He circled the little bud and nipped gently, holding the sensitive flesh with his teeth while his tongue laved over it.

“Oh, God. Alex. You’re killing me.”

He licked and tickled, and worked at her until at last he plunged his tongue inside her slit. She groaned and thrust her hips upward, grinding herself into his face. He licked harder, faster until she let out a long whimper that sounded distressed.

His head shot up and their eyes locked.

“Stop teasing me to death and fuck me, Alex.”

He sat up and crawled up over her. Supporting himself on his elbows, he captured her lips in a long, lingering kiss. She arched her back, pressing up against his swollen cock. He kissed along her jaw and nipped her earlobe.

“Alex, if you don’t get on with it, I’m going to explode.”

He laughed, but reared back. He retrieved the little square from the bed side table and ripped it open. Enjoying himself, he took his time rolling the latex onto his dick.

 Once covered, he straddled her. Then he reached between them and guided his shaft to her entrance. He plunged into her heat, filling her with one hard stroke.

She murmured her pleasure.

She was delightfully tight. He pumped vigorously, advancing and withdrawing, building a delicious heat until she writhed under him and a deep cry of satisfaction ripped from her. Not even close to his own orgasm, he kept pumping. He pistoned into her, drilling her. Within moments, he had her moaning, her hips meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper within her.

He kissed her, claiming her lips then he deepened the kiss, cutting off her moans of pleasure. As his orgasm neared, she bucked under him in another release. A moment later the tingle in his lower back signaled his own peak.

He slammed into her and came hard. When it was over, he eased off her and discarded the condom.

She wiggled her hands. “Okay, big boy. Untie me.”

He glanced over and smirked. “Nope.”

“What?” She looked indignant.

“I’m stronger than that,” he said and shoved his hair back. “I’ll be ready for another round before long.”

She grinned and her eyes gleamed. “I always knew country boys beat city boys any day.”

“That’s true, my lady. That’s so very true.”

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