Rough Country (Tannen Boys 3)

“I’m always this wet around you.” Her admission escapes as a sigh, and I reward her bravery by petting her clit in a slow circle.

I grind her thigh, letting her feel how hard I am. “I’m always this hard for you too. So damn sexy.” I scan down her body, memorizing every inch of flesh.

I don’t think she believes me. She doesn’t know how sexy she is, but I’ll show her.

I massage her clit, dipping inside to stretch her with one finger, then two, never letting go of her hands. Her body rolls and jolts beneath me, fighting me—not to get away, but for more, as we both learn what she’s capable of. I don’t know what kind of lovers she’s had before, but there’s never been anyone who feels about her what I do, who wants to learn every nuance of her pleasure as much as me. This is an education I welcome gladly, every single lesson she’ll give.

As she bucks, I fuck her with two fingers, slowly, then harder and faster. I find that ridged spot on her front wall and stroke it even as she tries to close her knees against the onslaught. I don’t let her, holding her legs open with my shoulders as she cries out, almost there.

“Yes. Right there,” she moans a second before her whole body goes tight. She shatters, hips dancing, eyes squeezed shut, and jaw sagged open. Her pussy clenches and spasms as I keep thrusting my fingers in and out of her, helping her wring every bit of pleasure from the orgasm. My cock complains, wanting to feel that tight squeeze, but I promised her more, and I keep my promises.

She’s still panting when I move down, throwing her legs over my shoulders to lie between them. The first swipe of my tongue through her sweet cum has her arguing and gripping my hair in her hands.

“I can’t. Let me do you instead.”

I growl like a kid who won’t give up his cake and go back to licking her. “I want another one. Come again, Willow. On my tongue this time, so I can drink you down as you go.”

She groans, unsure but eventually settling against my mouth. A moment later, she’s riding my tongue and that tight grip on my hair has her guiding me to where she wants me. My hands find her ass, kneading the muscle and holding her to me so I can get my tongue deeper. I moan at her sweet and salty taste, knowing with one drop that I’m addicted.

She’s it.

She’s everything.

She’s mine.

I grind my cock into the mattress, willing myself not to come in my underwear. Needing her to come now, I fasten my mouth around her clit, battering it with my tongue, and slip a finger back inside her. Within seconds, she’s crying out for me again.

“Oh, my God,” she gasps. “Wow.”

I’m already climbing her body, pushing my underwear down and off and grabbing the condom I threw on the bed when we came in. I roll it down my length, giving my base a hard squeeze to fend off my looming orgasm because I definitely don’t want to be a two-pump chump, which is a very real risk right now.

No, I want to get inside her and stay there for as long as I possibly can.

Her knees fall open, and I line up with her pussy, nudging at her entrance. “Willow, look at me, sweetheart,” I say. Her eyes roll in her head, but she blinks and focuses on me. “Feel me. Feel us, together for the first time.”

She nods, and I push forward. Her legs quiver, gripping my hips, and in one instant, I’m inside heaven. Hot, wet home.

I slide deeper, letting her juices coat my length and enjoying the sensation of her gripping every inch of my cock. I pull back, loving the way her body doesn’t want to let me go, wanting me to stay as much I want to stay. But the retreat only makes the thrust forward that much sweeter. Again and again, we become one.

I’m gentle, I swear I am, but my strokes are getting more powerful, nearly bottoming out inside her as I lose control. “Sweetheart, I need to—”

She cuts me off. “More. Harder. Bobby—”

And I’m done for.

I lie over her, the full length of our bodies touching. I slide my arms under her, holding her shoulders from behind for leverage, and she wraps her arms around my back, where her nails dig into my skin, urging me on.

I bury my mouth into her shoulder, inhaling her sweat and skin as I begin to pound her. I’m not gentle or kind. I fuck her hard and deep, fast and rough, but she’s with me the whole way.

I growl into her ear, my voice low and dark. “You’re mine, Willow. You know that, right? It’s you and me. Tell me.”