Carla Vs. Cowboy

“I know, babe, I know…” he says, smiling back at me and running his large hands down the side of my body. “I love you too,” he whispers, and my heart almost explodes with the sudden jolt of happiness that strikes him. These words on his lips seem like the perfect spell, and I become as wet as I’ve ever been before you can say twelve inches.

He kisses me hungrily again, sliding one hand under the hemline of my dress. His fingertips go straight to my inner thighs, and then he traces the contour of my drenched thong; I can almost feel the coiled tension that fills his muscles, desire making his heart beat faster.

Completely out of control, I take my hand to his crotch and, feeling him hard and ready, I curl my fingers around his cock and give it a squeeze. “I want this. Every day,” I say, tightening the pressure of my fingers.

“Every day,” he repeats back to me, one hand of his pulling down the straps of my dress. He bares my black bra and, hooking one finger on the right cup, he pulls it down to reveal one hard rosy tip. I swallow hard the anticipation I’m feeling, and he dives into me as if he needed to feel my body in order to survive. I close my eyes as he wraps his lips around my hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth while he uses his tongue to circle it.

I run my hands through his hair, disheveling it, and he uses his teeth to pull on my nipple. Gasping, I let him do it, and I start swaying my hips from side to side, trying to make him place the hand he has between my thighs on my pussy. And that’s exactly what he does; the moment I start to squirm, he makes me stop by flattening the palm of his hand against my aching pussy, pinning me down against the couch.

“I also want this… Every day,” he says, flicking my thong to the side and brushing two fingers over my folds. I chomp on my lower lip as he does it, anxious to feel him inside of me.

“My pussy is yours…” I tell him, thrusting against his hand. “You can have it whenever you want.”

“Good… Because I want it right now.” With that, he slides his middle finger inside of me, taking it straight to my G-spot. Holding his fingertip there, he uses his free hand to tug on the front of my dress and pulls it down until it’s bunched up around my waist. His hand then goes to my back and, when he finds the clasp of my bra, he pulls it free; grabbing the strap right between my breasts, he pulls on it harshly and the bra comes off with a tearing sound.

“What if… anyone comes in?” I ask him, looking around the lounge, my eyes going straight to the large double doors. With a grin, he fishes something out of his back pocket and dangles it in front of my face: a large metallic key.

“Problem solved,” he tells me, and I just smile and press my lips on his. Pressing both my hands on his chest, I place my fingers on the collar of his shirt and then just pull on it, making all the buttons pop out. They scatter around the floor with a pop-pop sound, and I continue what I’m doing, pushing his shirt down his arms.

I take one second to marvel at the perfect muscles in his chest, all of them so ripped and toned that Chase could be in a cover of a men’s magazine, and then I take my mouth to his nipple.

The moment my mouth touches his skin, he starts flicking his wrist, his finger moving in and out of me at a frantic pace. He fingers me to the point of exhaustion, my fluids dripping down my thighs and pooling on the leather under me.

“Fuck me, fuck me now,” I blurt out suddenly, needing him inside of me as much as I need the air to breathe.

“You’re in a hurry,” he chuckles, still fingering me so hard that it’s a miracle my brain can process the meaning behind his words.

“Yes, I am. I need your cock,” I continue, my hands darting to his belt and unbuckling it. My trembling fingers grab the hem of his pants and I pull, his zipper going down by itself in a flash. Turning my wrist around, I flatten my hand against his hard cock and then grab it, moving my hand up and down and stroking him over the fabric of his boxer briefs.

I do it for a few seconds, but then he slides one more finger inside of me and I just stop completely, my insides burning up as a sudden wave of ecstasy crashes against both my mind and body at the same time.

“If you need my cock that bad, I guess I gotta give it to you,” he whispers, leaning into me and dropping the words right against my ear. I moan as he slides his fingers out of my pussy, and then I grit my teeth and summon whatever strength there’s in me; moving fast, I push his pants and boxers down his legs, and he sits up on the couch afterward. He kicks off his shoes, and then steps out of his pants and boxers, standing up and towering over me in all his glorious nakedness.

He bends over, grabbing the bunched up dress, and pulls it down my body in a hurry. He throws it on top of his clothes, and then grabs the string of thong that laces my outer thigh and pulls on it harshly, ripping it out of me.

“Much better,” he says, his eyes going straight to the wet patch of skin between my thighs. He offers me his hand then, and when I take it he pulls me up to my feet. Then he forces me to turn around, and I place my legs back on the couch, baring my ass to him.

I gasp as he smacks me hard, no warning at all. He lays his hand heavily against my ass cheeks, and then he does it again and again, hard enough to leave a red mark on my skin. A perfect memento of everything we’re doing. He does it until the pain turns into pleasure, my brain melting and dissolving.

Then, he trades the violence of his smacks by the gentleness of one finger, brushing it up and down the length of my crack. I close my eyes hard, anxious for what’s going to happen next, and that’s when he grabs his cock and pushes it down, pressing it right against my pussy. This time I don’t even wait for him to thrust; I do it myself, throwing my body back against him and impaling myself on his cock.

One loud scream erupts from my mouth as his twelve inches stab me in a fraction of a second, pushing my inner walls back in such a way that I doubt I’ll be able to walk normally for a day or two. And that’s fine… No pain, no gain—isn’t that what men used to say?

Grabbing my hips, he starts ramming his cock into me viciously right from the start. Forget about making love, right now we’re fucking like savages. And, really, that’s important too, you know? Sometimes, fucking is more important than making love. There’s a raw intensity to it, and it’s in that intensity that you can sometimes peel off all the bullshit and find genuine emotion. And, let me tell you, there’s a lot of genuine emotion in the way he’s fucking me right now.

Supporting myself with only one hand, I take the other one to my pussy and start rubbing my clit with two fingers. I do it until my fingers are working at the same rhythm of his cock, and it’s a matter of seconds until I explode. Gritting my teeth, I hiss wildly as my pussy tightens up around Chase’s shaft. Feeling me even tighter, he thrusts even harder, and that’s when a violent orgasm simply explodes inside of me.

I fall forward, collapsing on top of the couch as his cock pops out of me suddenly. I’m kneeling on the floor, arms and head on the couch in front of me, and I'm a quivering and trembling mess. My muscles are twitching and spasming as if I’ve just been tasered, and even though my eyes are open I can’t see a thing. My brain is burning, and all of its attention is devoted to processing the barrage of pleasure filling me up.

“God, this was --”

“Amazing,” Chase

says, finishing my sentence. The sound of his voice somehow gives me renewed energy, and I force my eyelids open and turn around so that I’m facing him. His cock is right in front of me, thick and hard and glistening with my juices; by the time I realize what I’m doing, I’m already grabbing him by the root and leaning into him, my open mouth ready to devour him.

I close my eyes the moment I feel the tip of his cock over my tongue. I push my mouth down, allowing his twelve inches to slide all the way inside me, and I only stop when I feel my lips against the smooth skin around the base of his huge mast. That’s when I open my eyes again, and look up at him. I smile, or, well, I would if I didn’t have a twelve-inch cock between my lips; as I imagine the view he has now: me, on my knees, and his cock filling my mouth. I figure being a man is fun because of stuff like that.

The urge to breath becomes urgent enough for me to take his cock out of my mouth; but, while I try and catch my breath, I keep on stroking him. My hand flies up and down his shaft so fast that my movements become a blur, and I can’t help but grin as I see him close his eyes, an expression of pleasure washing over his face.