“I’ll won’t make you wait for what you need,” he tells me as his cock begins to enter me. My wet pussy is ready for him, willing and able.
And I begin crying out as he fills me up. “Oh my God,” I groan. “Oh God, Rye.”
“Fuck, I don't want to hurt you,” he says.
“Don't stop,” I tell him. “Please.” I beg, and he doesn't. He keeps pushing past the pain until he fills me up so nice and good. Until his cock is so deep inside of me that there's nothing but absolute pleasure pouring from every inch of both of us.
His fingers lace with mine as he begins to grind against me, thrusting deep inside. My sweet hole is filled with him in a way I didn't know was possible.
He fucks me; he takes me; he makes love to me.
He kisses my lips so hard they're raw. He devours my body, massaging my breasts, teasing my clit with his finger as he begins to move in and out with his big, thick cock.
“Oh God,” I continue to pant as he takes me to the very edge until there's nowhere left to go. “Oh my God, Rye.” I cling to him, needing him to hold me tight. He doesn't let me go.
We finish, the two of us climaxing as one. We're slick with sweat. We're dripping with desire, his eyes telling me everything that just happened was absolutely real. I'm gasping for breath. Looking at him with eyes full of stars and hope.
He draws me to him. Wrapping me up in those big strong arms of his. “I meant every word that I said,” he tells me. “I love you, Prairie Jones. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say.
“Good,” Rye says, “because I'm planning to make you my wife.”
9
RYE
The next several days, we don't leave the cabin. Why would we? Everything we need in the world is right here.
We’ve got food. We have heat. We have one another. Prairie rolls over in the bed, looking up at me with a morning smile.
“Hey, handsome,” she says, kissing me then climbing onto me. “Somebody woke up in a good mood,” she teases, stroking my cock, up and down.
“Who are you talking about?” I ask. “You're the one with a smile and a wet cunt.”
She laughs. “You're the one with a rock-hard cock.” She lifts her ass ever so slightly. I run my hand over her thighs and her sweet pussy that’s dripping as I finger her, easing her down on my thick cock. “There you go, baby,” I say, setting my hands on her perfect hips as she lowers her mouth to mine, kissing me.
Her tits graze my chest, her big, round globes. I draw one to my mouth then the other, sucking them.
“Fuck,” I groan as she begins to ride me. Her hips moving in a circle, her pussy gushing, coming as she takes me.
“Oh my God,” she moans, a grin on her face, her long hair loose around her shoulders. Her eyes bright and beautiful.
The morning sun streaks through the windows and I know it's going to be a good fucking day.
With Prairie, it always is.
For a year, I felt like I was in the shadows, but a week with her in my life, and it's nothing but light.
“Fuck,” I say. “I'm so damn close.”
“Good,” she says, moaning, “so am I. Oh, oh God.” She moans, panting, moving faster, faster, faster. Until she lets out the most glorious sound. This girl can orgasm like nothing else. And I fucking love to watch her get off. She thrusts her sweet little cunt toward me as I pound her tight pussy with my willing and ready cock.
My come shoots deep inside her.
She rolls off of me laughing. “Okay, so that was a wonderful way to start the day.”
We shower, unable to keep our hands off of one another as we do, but as we dry off, she puts on my bathrobe and I wrap a towel around my waist. We head to the kitchen and I start making a pot of coffee.