Stacy Vs. SEAL

He fucks me hard and merciless, obliterating my rational mind with each thrust of his. I’m clawing at his back, feeling his rugged hard muscles under his shirt. I close my eyes, imagining how he must look naked; I wish I had ripped his shirt off before we started fucking, but oh well.

I hiss through my gritted teeth as he keeps on thrusting, my pussy gripping his shaft viciously. I already feel on the verge of coming again, and that means I’m about to come for the—Jesus, I’ve lost count already! This is the first time something like this has happened to me.

“I’m about to --” I start, but the words die in my throat as he thrusts harder than before, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that I’m actually surprised I’m still conscious. My muscles start spasming as if I’m having a seizure, my eyes rolling in their orbits. I’ve lost all control of my body and if he wasn’t holding me I’d just fall to the floor like a ragdoll.

“Cum, cum for me,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe it was already going to happen anyway, but the moment my words reach him his cock pulses almost too violently inside of my pussy. I moan as that happens, ripples of pleasure spreading from my loins to the rest of my body, and then he starts cumming with a groan.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his cum gushing a river of warm cum inside of me. I press my mouth against his shoulder, a shiver going up my spine each time his cock pulses and shoots his seed inside of me. He keeps on cumming for what seems like forever, his cum dripping out of my pussy and making its way down my thighs and legs.

Groaning again, he takes his cock out of me slowly and then puts me down on the floor. I lean back against the wall once more, taking a deep breath as I feel strands of cum sliding down my legs.

“You can’t go back like this,” he whispers, his lips moving against my ear. My skin prickles at his words, and I open my eyes just in time to see him go down on his knees. Keeping my dress up with his hands, he takes his mouth to my right knee and, using only the tip of his tongue, he scoops up the gooey line of cum that made its way there. He follows it with his tongue all the way up to my groin, and then he does the same on my left leg, licking my skin dry.

When he’s finally done with the cum on my legs, he focuses on the place where heavy strands are hanging: my pussy. He dives into it in a frenzy, opening his mouth wide and sucking my cum-coated folds.

I run my fingers through his hair as he does it, a shiver going up and down my spine as his tongue licks me dry. He keeps going for what seems like forever, scooping every single drop of cum on my body, and he only stops when he’s finally done.

Slowly, he goes up to his feet, letting go of my dress and smoothing it over with one hand. He smiles and, the moment he does it, a strand of cum escapes his lips and drips down to his chin. Returning the favor, I lean into him and use my tongue to scoop it up.

We kiss then, our mouths irresistibly attracted to each other. Our tongues dance over a blanket of cum, and his salty flavor inundates my mouth at once. Pulling back from his kiss, I look into his eyes and then—and this is a first for me—I swallow. His warm cum makes its way down my throat slowly, and I sigh loudly, a deep exhaustion taking over my body.

“Fuck, this was amazing,” he breathes out, the words coming out of his mouth sounding like the most genuine thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

“Yes,” I just whisper as a reply, closing my eyes and trying to engrave the memory of what just happened into my brain. Not that I need to; I doubt I’ll ever forget the way Chase made me feel.

More than a real cowboy, Chase is a real man.

49

Carla

“Welcome to Madison Square Garden!” the announcer booms, and the audience cheers. I grin to myself and tug on Becca’s hand. “C’mon, I reserved some really good seats up front.” Perks of being an employee, right? I rarely use this particular perk, but being able to see Chase in action?

I don't want to miss a moment of it.

Becca jerks her head at Lisa and Ashley, who seem a little overwhelmed by the amount of people in rhinestone and cowboy hats and boots, all crowded into one arena. It’s true that it isn’t something you normally see in New York City, but hell, I had my own boots and cowboy hat on. I couldn’t exactly make fun of everyone else wearing them.

I may’ve just bought mine yesterday, but nobody needs to know that.

Oh, and lots of rhinestones on my ass. It’s my best feature, and I want to draw attention to it. Maybe later on, Chase will give it some attention too. I grin to myself. Sex with Chase was just as amazing as I knew it was going to be, times a thousand.

And thank god, no suit in sight.

We slide into our seats just as the announcer starts in on the first round – cowgirls doing barrel racing. Ugh. I am not here for the cowgirls, that’s for damn sure.

I turn away from the flashing costumes to listen to Becca while we all wait for the calf-roping event. The real reason to attend a rodeo. Well, a calf roping event with Chase in it.

“Oh my god, first we did it in the shower, then in the bed, then on the couch, then…”

Okay, so honestly, I’m trying to pay attention, but listening to Becca talk about fucking Jason is just…meh. How she could look at Jason and Chase side by side and somehow be attracted to Jason is beyond me.

“His dick isn’t that big,” she says, and my ears finally perk up.

She holds her hands out about six inches apart. “I mean, you know, average.”

I try to hide my smirk, although I’ll admit, I didn’t try very hard.

To think, just a few days ago, I hadn’t believed Lisa and Ashley when they told me that their boyfriends had 12-inch dicks. Now that I’ve seen one in person…and felt it in me…I’ll never go back.