Texas Big Man

My pussy clenches like a fist around him, and he grabs me harder, groaning into my ear as I feel his hot cum fill me up inside.

We lay there spent for minutes, legs and arms tangled, hair sweaty and plastered to our foreheads. Just breathing with the release. Reveling in our reunion.

“How was that?” Harlan says, far more gentle.

I laugh, squeezing down on his cock. “Fantastic.”

“Good.” He pulls out of me and props himself on his arm to look me in the eyes. “I have to keep my woman satisfied.”

I grin up at him. “I am very satisfied, I promise.”

“I don’t know,” he says. “I think I’m going to have to make sure.”

“There’s nothing left to do on this ranch for two whole weeks now,” he says. “I’ve got nothing better to do than to fuck my gorgeous, pregnant fiancée, feed her some pie, and then eat her sweet pussy for dessert.”

I shudder. “That sounds nice.”

“Thought you might like that,” he says, smirking. “But there’s one catch.”

He kisses my lips, stealing my breath before I can gasp out, “What’s that?”

Harlan’s smirk only grows deeper. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say, laughing. “What’s the catch?”

“If you want me to let you out of this bed long enough to eat any pie,” he says, leaning down to brush my lips with his, “you’re going to have to beg me for it.”

“Is it cherry?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“It is,” he says.

“Ok then, you’re on.”

And we are on, forever and always, Harlan and me.