He draws his fingers out of me with a faint pop, and I feel the slick of my own juices along my inner thigh. He leans back, sitting on his heels as he watches me, a satisfied smile on his face, even though his eyes are still dark with want.
“Now there’s the orgasm you so desperately needed,” he comments, smirking. “You were so thirsty for it you couldn’t help touching yourself right next to me, huh? Didn’t listen before when I told you you were courting trouble.”
I swallow hard, but reach for his hands. Grab them and pull him down until he’s leaning over me on all fours. “I still want trouble,” I tell him, eyes locked on his.
“Good,” he replies without missing a beat. “Because at this point, Sasha, I can’t help but fuck you. You’ve driven me too fucking wild for too fucking long.”
I lick my lips. Trace my eyes down his chest. Straight to that thick cock of his, stiff and hard as ever, pointing so low between his legs now that it makes my eyes widen.
“Yeah,” he says, following my gaze. “That’s the problem, though. I still doubt your city pussy can handle my big country cock.”
I lift my chin, stubborn, and lock eyes with him. “I was born and raised here same as you, Grant Werther,” I point out. “I think I can handle what you’ve got to give.”
He laughs, low and throaty, in a dangerous way that makes my belly tighten. But he bows his head, eyes locked onto mine, nevertheless. “Fair enough then. Let’s find out how you take it.”
With that, he grabs both of my ankles at once and pulls me down the bed, flat onto my back beneath him. He kneels between my thighs and I wrap my legs around his waist, arching up until my pussy is pointed right at the tip of his cock.
“I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive growl as he lowers himself toward me, positions the tip of his cock at my entrance.
I clamp my mouth shut to avoid moaning, but when he pushes the tip of his cock between my lips, his head slowly penetrating my pussy, I can’t help it. My mouth falls open and I moan aloud at the sensation.
He takes it slow, steady, pushing himself into me a centimeter at a time, letting my pussy stretch and adjust to his girth slowly. I groan as he keeps going, the stretching, tightening sensation driving me wild. It hurts, but it feels fucking amazing too, to be stuffed so fully, have someone so huge inside me. With every inch deeper he goes, my muscles tense and release, tense and release.
When he’s finally buried fully inside me, I reach up to grab his shoulders, running my hands down his back, along the sharp curves of his muscles as he lies along me for a moment, letting me adjust.
He’s breathing hard too, a catch in his throat. “Fuck,” he groans softly beside my ear, his voice sending another thrill through my nervous system and making my pussy clench—which in turn makes his thick cock jump inside me. “You are so fucking tight it’s unbelievable.”
With that, he leans back and starts to draw out of me again, and I cry out once more, already missing the feeling of his thick cock deep in me, filling me up. He only pulls out an inch though, before he rocks back in, slow at first, steady, letting me adjust to him.
I buck my hips up against him, but he drops his hands to my hips and pins me flat against the bed.
“You think you can take this?” he murmurs, grinning. He pulls back again, two inches this time, and drives into me once more, a little faster this time, a little harder.
“Fuck yes,” I pant. “Give it to me.”
“You want me to really fuck you, Sasha?”
“Yes, Grant. I want you to fuck me with your big cock.”
He smirks. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?” He pulls back again, teasing, three inches this time. Then he drives into me once more, fast enough to make me gasp.
“Hard,” I hiss through clenched teeth, distracted by pleasure.
“How hard?”
“Fucking hard. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight. I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts.”
His grin widens, and that animal lust in his eyes goes darker, wild. “I underestimated you, City Girl.”
“I told you,” I manage to pant, also grinning, and I’m sure the look in my eyes right now is just as hungry. “I’m just as country as you, big man. So fuck me like I am.”
He pulls all the way out of my pussy, then drives back into me, his full length now. I scream and dig my nails into his back, pleasure and pain tearing through me in equal measure. He cups my ass with both his big, rough hands and lifts my hips off the bed, holds me in the air between his legs as he starts to fuck me fully, though still slow at first, his hard shaft stretching my pussy, stuffing me whole.