Carla Vs. Cowboy

“I can’t wait to be inside of you, Carla,” he continues, fingering me so hard that I can’t even speak. Even if I could somehow force my mouth to make a sound, I doubt my brain would be able to produce a coherent sentence.

“Oh… Fuck,” I groan, grabbing at his shirt so hard that my knuckles turn white. I’m gritting my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing up as if concrete was being poured inside them. The electricity crackling inside of me turns into an electric storm, and it rages through my brain so suddenly that I can’t help but scream. Or, well, try to; the moment I open my mouth to do it, the only sound I can do is a whispered moan of pure ecstasy.

“So good,” I manage to say, forcing my eyelids open and staring at him as if I’ve just woken up from a thousand years of deep sleep.

“That? Please,” he grins, narrowing his eyes in such a way that I almost melt. He just shrugged off my words as if I had no idea what I was talking about… As if there’s a lot more—and a lot better—to come. And, somehow, I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen. And rightfully so. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your name,” he promises me and, without giving me the time for a reply, he goes down to his knees in front of me, both his hands on my waist.

Grabbing at the hemline of my dress, he pushes it up and holds it around my waist. I feel exposed, knowing that his eyes are now focused on my pussy, but that just makes me even wetter than before, and really, I don’t know how that's even possible.

With his lips on my right knee, he starts kissing me up my leg, going straight to my inner thigh. I throw my head back, pressing it against the wall, and sigh loudly. He keeps on teasing me with his mouth, taking it as far as my groin but never further. He does it until the desperation inside me becomes a burning need, and I reach for him and tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him into me while I thrust. He doesn’t budge, though, and just keeps on kissing and licking until I’m ready to beg.

“Please, please, please,” I repeat over and over again, my whispers brimming with lustful desperation. I’ve never wanted a man’s mouth on my pussy as much as I want it now. And that’s saying something; the way I see it, a man going down on you can be a lot more intimate than just fucking. But, hell, right now all that I want is to get intimate with Chase, and that in every possible way.

Finally putting a stop to my torture, he reaches for my clit with his tongue and presses down on it. It feels like I’ve stepped on a live wire; thunder erupts inside my body, and I almost scream as he starts circling my clit at a steady (and growing) pace.

My fingers are still in his hair, but I’m no longer trying to force him; no, Chase isn’t the kind of man with whom you can dictate a pace. He does what he wants, when he wants, and there’s no way around it. If I ever get to take the lead, that’ll be because he wants me to, not because he has submitted. And that’s exactly how I like my men.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he takes his tongue out of my clit and slides it down, running it between my pussy lips. He does it all the way, and then goes back, repeating his coming and going motion until I can barely think straight. God, where has he been all of my life?

He’s a good kisser, he’s good with his fingers, and he’s even better with his mouth… You know where this is going, don’t you? I do too, and I can barely wait to push his pants down his legs, curl my fingers around his cock, and guide it home. But, right now, that’s on hold.

He licks me until my legs start growing weak, my knees buckling under my weight. Leaning back against the wall, I somehow manage to remain standing up; and that’s exactly when he chooses to open his mouth wide and press it harshly against my wetness. My muscles burn, my skin boils; there’s fire in my mind, and poison in my bones. Forget about all the other men I’ve been with; not one of them has been able to make me feel what I’m feeling right now. And Chase is only using his mouth; keep that in mind.

Taking one hand around my waist, he places it under my right ass cheek and forces my leg up. I let him do it willingly, lifting my leg and resting it over his shoulder. Now with the perfect angle, he buries his mouth against my pussy and starts devouring me as if my wetness is the most delicious thing on Earth. He jabs inside of my pussy with his tongue, running it up and down my length and circling my clit at exactly the right times. He works me like he knows my body even better than I do, and it’s almost hard to believe that this is really happening. Is he even real?

I think of pinching myself, just to make sure that I’m not dreaming, but I give up on the idea fast enough. Even if this is a dream, I don’t care; just let me sleep forever.

I’m yanking on his hair hard enough to almost rip it out from his scalp, but he doesn’t even seem to mind. In fact, that just makes him eat me out more eagerly, his lips and tongue hungrily sucking in my fluids and ravaging my pussy.

“Don’t… Stop… Don’t stop…!” I say, my head thrown back against the wall. My muscles are already tensing up again, and I feel that electric tension building inside of me once more. It feels like I’m a dam about to burst, tiny cracks showing on the surface right before all hell breaks lose. “Don’t stop,” I moan again, but he doesn’t need my instructions. Still, I need to say something, to moan, to scream… I want to do it all at the same time.

“OH GOD!” I shout, and then grit my teeth as the dam finally bursts. Yanking on his hair, I trust at the same time, pressing my pussy against his mouth as hard as I can. His mouth is wide open, his tongue inside of me, and that just makes my orgasm even more delicious. I sway my hips from side to side, smearing his face with my fluids, and then I finally let go of him.

I’m breathing hard, my eyes closed, and leaning back against the wall. He stands up then, and takes one hand to my face; I open my eyes as I

feel his touch, and I can’t hide my smile as I see his chin glistening from the fluids coating his skin.

“Lovely,” I say, and then he’s on me. He crushes his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth, and I can do nothing but to savor my own pussy on his lips.

“Lovely indeed,” he whispers back at me, his hands once more on my waist. He grins and then, a heartbeat later, he makes me turn on my heels and face the wall. I place my hands there for support, and jut my ass back at him by instinct. Taking one hand behind me, I find the hem of his boxers and tug them down as viciously as I can. His cock springs free immediately, and he’s so close to me that his huge shaft slaps my ass cheeks with a maddening sound.

Pushing my dress up to my waist, he takes one hand around my body and squeezes one breast under his long fingers. I thrust my ass back at the same time, resting my forehead against the wall and closing my eyes as I feel his shaft right between my ass cheeks. My body acting on his own, I start moving with a flowing motion, grinding against his cock as hard as I can. I feel it pulse against my ass, hungry and eager, and it doesn’t take long for Chase to take one step back and grab his huge mast.

Looking back at him over my shoulder, I choke down a gasp as I see his cock for the first time. He’s holding it in his hand, but it looks so huge that it’s almost unbelievable. How the hell is that thing going to fit inside of me?

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he tells me, as if he can read my thoughts. I face the wall again, my heart feeling as tight as a closed fist, and prepare for what’s coming. “Or at least I’ll try…” he continues, coming up to me and whispering these words into my ear. Oh, God, this is going to be interesting.

Angling his cock down, he pushes it between my inner thighs, his thick shaft forcing me to spread my legs wide. I bend over at the same time and, as I do it, he positions the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I take one deep breath.

“Do it,” I breathe out, and then all hell breaks loose.

He enters me with one sudden thrust, his shaft sliding inside my pussy and straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel my insides stretching to accommodate him, but he’s so big that I can’t help but feel that my pussy is gripping his cock like a vice. This time I scream, unable to stop myself, my brain almost exploding as it tries to process the fact that something as big as Chase’s cock is inside of me. It’s almost too much for me to take, but the key word in here is almost. You don’t think I’m going to waste this, do you? Oh, no, I’m going to take this chance.

I hold my breath as Chase slides his cock, stopping when only his tip is inside of me. I only start breathing again when he trusts, sheathing his shaft to the hilt. Building up the rhythm, he rocks his hips at a gentle pace, but it only takes a few seconds for his pace to reach new heights. Soon enough, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass echoes around us, and it sounds like the most amazing symphony I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, you’re really tight,” he exhales sharply, hooking his fingers deeper on my thighs. I can’t help but wonder if I’m as tight as he says; his cock is so freakishly huge that every pussy must feel tight as hell for him.

Pistoning into me like a madman, he stabs me with his cock so hard that locks of hair are already plastered to my forehead, beads of sweat making their way down my face. And still he keeps on increasing his rhythm, fucking me so fast I don’t even know how he’s doing it.