Small Town Big Man

Breaking our kiss, he shimmies out of his pants. I help him by hooking a foot in the waistband and yanking them over his ass. Once he kicks them off the bed, he lies beside me again, his hard cock bouncing free, so big and firm, with the tip swollen and dark, covered in pre-cum.

He props himself up on his side, and pulls my leg over his hip, the tip of his cock resting just at my entrance. His fingers are back on my clit, sliding over it again and again until my hips start moving and the tip of his cock is resting firmly against me. With just a nudge, he enters me, but he stops at the tip, pumping slowly and in time to his fingers sliding over me. He keeps me there for a while. A heady combination of arousal and anticipation. I try to bear down and take him further inside me, but he pulls back. He’s a man of his word. He really is taking his time. “You look amazing like this,” he says to me, and then slides in a little further, making me groan. “Fuck, you sound amazing, too. I’m so hard. Do you feel how hard you make me?” He fucks me with shallow strokes, never letting up on my clit, but not applying enough pressure so that I can come. This man is a genius. His beard rubs against my cheek as he pumps into me, and the look in his eyes tells me he’s just barely able to hold back much longer. His jaw is tense, his brow is creased, but despite his growing need, he just focuses on me. Watching me intently as I react to what he’s doing to me. Remarking every time I grunt or sigh. It’s almost as if my pleasure is enough for him.

But then something breaks in him, and with swift hands, he takes me by the hips and pulls me on top of him. He moves me like I weigh nothing, barely using any effort. I can't help but touch his strong his arms, and the muscles that pop beneath the surface, when I straddle him.

My fingers follow the tattoo covering his left arm and shoulder. Long swooping lines and Celtic patterns create a collage on his skin that holds my gaze. Gripping my chin with his fingers, he turns my eyes back to him.

“Eyes on me, I want to see your face as I fuck you.”

The hunger and need are so vivid in his stare it sends goosebumps down my skin. I've never been looked at like this. Not once have I been admired this deeply with just a look. My heart is racing, and my stomach coils up tight like corded rope.

His hands grip my hips tighter and he pulls me down onto him. I'm soaking wet, dripping from my pussy to the point it's slicking my inner thighs.

Resting open palms on his chest, I butterfly my legs open wider, and sink down on his cock so he fills me completely. My walls stretch to make room and my clit throbs, aching for release.

His hands fall to my thighs and he squeezes me as I start to rock. His eyes roll back in his head as I move a little faster, a little harder, driving him inside my body as far as I can.

Riding his thick cock, I dig my nails into his flesh, doing my best to stay upright. I want to fall forward, to drive my face into his neck and just fuck him until I come. But I won't rush this moment. Who knows when I'll have this again.

Softly, he pinches my nipple as he uses his other hand to help drive me down even deeper. I grind against his hard body, sending electricity zipping through my muscles. The hair on my arms stands up and I let out a moan that's throaty and raw.

“Yeah,” he says, “Fuck me.” His finger pinches my nipple harder and he lifts his head up, setting an open hand on my back to pull my tit into his mouth.

This man is touching me in all the right spots. My moans grow louder and louder as I rise and drop, rise and drop. I can feel his cock thicken inside my pussy, stretching my walls to their max.

“Fuck, fuck, I'm coming,” I call out as I slam my pussy down his shaft. “Mm. . .” My moan is drawn out as I finally fall forward, and he captures me in his arms.

He jerks his cock free, spearing it up between my ass cheeks as his dick explodes, shooting hot cum all over my lower back.

We're both breathing heavy, our chests rising and falling in unison. Twisting my face, I brush the hair from my eyes and softy run my fingers through his beard.