“Just do it, Zane. I know it’s going to hurt because it has been a while, but we’ve waited long enough, and I am so ready.” Her nails dig in my ass.
Pulling back out, I slide deeper in. A tear trickles from the corner of her eye, but she wipes it away and assures me she is fine. Her legs wrap around me, holding me close. I still inside of her, letting her get used to the fullness. Slowly, I begin pumping my cock in and out, rocking our bodies together.
She bites my shoulder, muffling her cries.
“I want to hear you, Hattie. Don’t hide from me, ever. In fact, I want you riding me.” I roll us over with ease and help guide her onto my length.
My hands are on her hips, controlling the rhythm. Her breasts bounce with each roll of her hips. I watch as she grows more confident. Her slender hands tease at her nipples and it is so fuckin’ sexy to witness. She rises and falls on my dick, sinking further down each time. Her ass is rubbing against my thighs and I smack her derriere playfully as she squeals.
“I want you to take complete control, sweetheart. I want you cumming all over my cock.”
That is the only encouragement she needs. Hattie rides me slow at first, like that first night I saw her riding the mechanical bull. Sexiest fucking ride I’ve ever seen until now. She picks up her pace, her breathing quickening with every thrust. Then she clenches her muscles around my cock. My eyes roll back in head, seeing sparks. Cumming at the same time as her has me feeling drunk off her pussy. I can barely lift my head to look at her, she has me spent. I came so fuckin’ hard. I have never experienced that with anyone.
Chapter 20
Hattie Mae
Zane is so sweet and tender. I would have never guessed he would be such a gentle and caring lover. He has taken such great care of me. The man even got a warm washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned me up after we were through. Then he brought me some Motrin and a water. He said he knew I would feel sore, and he wants to take care of me. I have never had that with any man ever. It’s a good feeling to have. But I wonder, does this mean we are a couple now? I know Zane doesn’t do relationships and I said I didn’t need a man. But the thought of him doing that with anyone else or making them feel the way he just made me feel makes my chest hurt.
I don’t want to scare him away by coming off as clingy or needy, but he has said a few times today that I was his. I don’t need him to advertise that I am his girlfriend, but I don’t want him with anyone else either.
Jesus. Listen to me getting ahead of myself. We just had sex and I act as if I am already planning our wedding.
After using the bathroom, he crawls back into bed and spoons me. His head is lying on my bare breasts. His tongue lavishly licks my nipple, making me instantly wet. My hand rubs over his smooth head and I feel the scratches I made with my nails. Pink raised skin covers a good portion of his scalp.
“You may want to wear a hat for a few days.” I can’t help the giggle that slips out after I say it.
“No way. I want everyone to know we are that damn good together that you claw at my head like a wild animal when I eat your pussy, baby.”
My cheeks burn crimson and he laughs.
“Wow, that’s romantic.”
“I can be romantic, Hattie Mae, but I can’t help it. You make me lose control over the things that come out of my mouth when you are near.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Zane.” I kiss the top of his head and he drifts to sleep within a few minutes. He is curled against me and I don’t want to move from this spot or lose this good feeling. Zane makes me feel beautiful, wanted, and secure.
I really need to pee though. I try to slide from under him and he grabs me, pulling me tighter against him.
“You aren’t sneaking out on me, are you?”
“Just going to the bathroom,” I assure him, and he lets me go.
After making use of his shower, I grab a t-shirt from his closet to cover myself with and go plundering in his fridge. I am starved. You can definitely tell he is a single man who lives on his own. He has a jar of mustard, a package of bologna and a case of beer. I settle for the beer. I look around Zane’s place, unable to help myself. I almost keep expecting to see panties shoved down in his couch cushions. His place is surprisingly nice and clean for a bachelor. When I used to go with Justin to his friend’s apartments, they were always gross. I couldn’t use the bathroom and I was always scared to sit on their furniture.
Zane’s guitar is propped up next to the TV, I wonder if he will play for me sometime. There isn’t much on his walls. I make my way back to the bedroom and curl back up next to him. He wraps his arm around me. His eyes pop open and he says the sweetest thing. “I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t a dream and that you are really here lying next to me.”
“I’m here, silly.” I kiss his hand and snuggle into him, pushing my ass against his naked crotch. He goes hard and begins teasing me with those torturous kisses.
“Zane…” I start to tell him to stop but his fingers trail their way from my thigh to my pussy and I forget those thoughts completely.
His hands eagerly pleasure me as I rub against him. He is growing harder by the second. Good thing he gave me the Motrin, or I wouldn’t be able to handle more. He is still spooning me from behind when he enters me once more, filling me completely with his length.
“I’m warning you now, baby, this won’t be soft and sweet, it’s going to be hard and fast.”
I love it when he talks all rough and dirty. It makes me so fucking hot and wet. His hand is steadied, clasping my shoulder as he drives me wild with his cock, sliding it in and out of my tight channel quickly.
My fingers circle my clit as he pounds into me. His teeth clamp down on my earlobe, biting me harshly but I love the way it feels.