Cowboy Baby Daddy

I climbed higher and higher while my eyes rolled back in my head. His tongue flattened over my clit, pushing it side to side slowly while a slow-burning flame began to flicker into a raging fire. All at once, my body pulled taut. My legs contracted and my back arched, and suddenly I was being thrown into a delightful ecstasy with nothing but Christian’s tongue rooting me to reality.

“Oh, yes,” he murmured between my legs. “Give me all of it.”

I shook and quivered while he lapped me up. I collapsed back onto the bed, panting and sweating as he kissed the inside of my thighs. I was trembling on top of my bed, my head spinning with the pleasure I was drowning in. But, Christian’s kiss pulled me back to the surface as I tasted myself on his skin.

“You taste divine,” he said.

I parted my legs for his body, and he sank his cock between my legs. His thick dick teased my entrance, his hips holding himself there while he gazed into my eyes. I could see the love he had for me, the unadulterated respect we had worked hard to achieve, and I realized a very enlightening truth about my own relationship with him.

I realized I loved him, too.

I bucked my hips up and captured his dick between my pussy folds. He slid in with a pop, his eyes widening before we both dropped back to the bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his lips down onto mine while his dick sheathed itself into my body, and all I could do was lay there and wait for his attack.

It was the first time in my entire life I’d ever enjoyed being helpless with another person.

“I’ve got you,” he said, whispering into my lips. “I’ve got you, Stella.”

Slowly, he began to rock. His dick coated itself with my juices as he slowly pumped, and I could feel his body shaking against mine. I ran my fingertips through his beautiful hair, and the entire time he didn’t take his eyes off me. I spread my legs for him, allowing him more control over my body, and I locked my legs around his waist so I could feel as much of him as possible.

“Oh, Christian,” I whispered. “You feel so good.”

He began to pick up the pace before my back dropped back to the bed. His arms supported him, chiseled and strong, while his hips rolled deeper into mine. I’d missed this massive cock of his and the way it made my skin pucker. I missed how it hit me in all the right areas, making me tremble with anticipation while he hit my sweet spot deep inside. I missed how it throbbed against my walls like it was doing now while my juices dripped down his balls.

I missed the way he bit down on his lower lip as his pace grew furious.

His hips snapped against mine while my tits bounced back and forth. I ran my fingertips up his arms, feeling every divot and ripple as his muscles flexed in exertion for my pleasure. I dug my heels into the mattress to raise my hips to his thrusts, and he lost himself deeper into me. He switched to supporting himself on his elbows as our sweat intermingled with one another’s. We breathed each other’s air while our tongues danced a sloppy tango between our lips. I could feel his dick twitching inside of me, begging to be released so it could enjoy the home it had found within the confines of my body.

“Cum for me,” I whispered into his lips.

“Cum with me,” he said.

I raised my hips to him one last time before my body popped. My walls clenched around his dick as my jaw unhinged with pleasure. He pressed his forehead into mine, grunting while my pussy pulled him in deeper and deeper. With every pulse my pussy made, it milked his cock for all he had. Then, I felt it happen.

His hips stilled against mine, and his balls pulled into his body.

“Stella. Stella. Oh, fuck yes. I’ve missed you so much. I love you. Holy shit, I love you.”

My back collapsed to the bed while stars burst behind my eyes. I could feel Christian painting my walls with his cum, grunting with every pump while my pussy begged for all of it. I heaved for air, trying desperately to find the breath to tell him the words I wanted to scream from the rooftops.

But, he collapsed onto me before I could look him in his eyes and tell him.

I felt our fluids slowly flowing from between my legs, but his cock stayed sheathed in my body. My legs lazily wrapped around him while his body rested on top of mine, his breath panting in the crook of my neck. Never in my life had I felt so wanted, and beautiful, and protected.

And that’s when I finally found the strength to tell him what I felt.

What I could feel every single time his skin connected with mine.

“I love you, Christian,” I said, whispering.

He lifted his head, his eyes filled with pleasure, and searched mine frantically. I brought my braced hand up to his cheek as I smoothed my fingers along his skin. I wanted to feel his smile when I repeated it, no matter what it took.

“I love you,” I said aloud. “I love you so much.”

The smile that crossed his cheeks elated my soul and set my heart thumping. He leaned his forehead against mine while we nuzzled our noses together, and nothing else mattered. Not the business, not the world, not anyone’s opinion of our relationship.

The only thing that mattered was the fact that I was tangled up in him, and that’s where I wanted to stay for as long as I could.

But, the growling of my stomach pulled both of us back to reality before we began to giggle against one another.