I wake up early in the morning. Even earlier than I do when I have to get into the office.
It might be because I fell asleep at eight-thirty the night before. Or it might be the birdsong right outside my window. Itโs not louder than city noiseโI can usually hear traffic sounds or muffled thumps from the neighboring apartments in my building. But Iโm used to that.
The birds are shrill and insistent. Not an unpleasant sound, but one that cuts right through my sleep because I havenโt heard anything like that before. Not right outside my window, first thing in the morning.
The sunlight seems different, too. Brighter and more direct. Not filtered through buildings. Pale yellow.
Thereโs a certain energy that comes from waking up in an unfamiliar place. I feel alert and curious. Wanting to see more of everything in full daylight.
I slip out of bed and put on some of the clothes that Bo lent me the night before. Sheโs almost as tall as me, and close to the same build. Thereโs definitely more muscle on her frame. The ranch is more strenuous than the gym, I guess.
I pull on Boโs jeans, worn comfortable. Her shirt is likewise soft and clean, with that fresh laundry smell. I pull my hair into a ponytail. I donโt have any of my usual suppliesโmy four-hundred-dollar hair-straightener is probably a lump of melted metal now, so I canโt make my hair sleek and smooth like
I usually do. In fact, in the humidity, itโs heading past wavy into almost curly.
I hate when my hair gets unruly. It makes me feel powerless. If I canโt control my own hair, then how can I control anything in my life?
Itโs frustrating not to have any of my things hereโclothes, underwear, eyeliner. I keep thinking that if I go back to Chicago it will all be there waiting for me, but I know thatโs not true. It all burned up. The only thing waiting is the enormously daunting task of filing an insurance claim for everything I lost. Some of which can never be replaced.
At least I didnโt have anything truly priceless at my place. Nessa got grandmotherโs ring when she married Mikolaj, instead of it going to me as the oldest daughter, as was tradition.
I donโt regret telling Mom to give it to her.
At the time I was certain Iโd never get married. I mean I am still certain. And it always suited Nessa better. She loves things that are beautiful, vintage, and sentimental. Things that have history. Thatโs why she loves living in Mikolajโs ancient mansion. I think the place is creepy as fuck, but she adores every inch of it.
Anyway, the ring was meant for her. What would my perfect house look like?
I thought it was my condo. Because it was a space that belonged only to me.
Now the idea of buying another place like the one I just lost . . . it doesnโt excite me. In fact, it makes me feel a kind of empty dread that I donโt quite understand. I loved that apartmentโwhy donโt I want another one? Am I afraid of being there alone? Afraid of someone pouring gasoline under my door again?
I donโt think thatโs it. But I feel confused when I try to think what I want in the next month, or the next six months. Usually my path forward is so clear. I know exactly what I want to accomplish.
All of a sudden Iโm strangely lost . . .
Finishing the messy ponytail, I brush my teeth and wash my face, and then head downstairs.
Raylanโs already sitting in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in front of him and another steaming mug in front of the empty chair next to him.
โIs that for me?โ I ask him. โOf course.โ
I sit down and take a sip. The coffee is rich and dark.
Raylan looks more himself than ever. His scruff is almost becoming a beard. Thereโs something wild and animalistic about his hair, the way it springs up thick and black from his forehead, the way his dark brows look devilishly pointed above his bright blue eyes, and the way his facial hair outlines his lips and jaw like bold strokes of ink.
I canโt imagine him without that hair. Itโs as much a part of him as the blue of his eyes, or his wolfish white teeth, or the shape of his hands resting on his blue-jeaned thighs. His hands are large, rough, calloused, and scarred in spots. A shiver runs up my spine, looking at them. One of his hands tenses slightly against his thigh, as if it can feel me looking at it.
I pull my eyes away, taking a sip of hot coffee so hasty that it burns my mouth.
โYou want some breakfast, too?โ Raylan asks me.
I can hear that heโs smiling, even before I look at his face. โDid you already eat?โ I ask him.
โYup,โ he says. โIโve been up a while. Thereโs oatmeal on the stove, though.โ
โIโm fine,โ I tell him.
โWell,โ he says, pushing back his chair from the table. โYou want to come out for a ride still?โ
โOf course,โ I say.
Iโm trying to sound confident, but Iโm regretting what I committed to last night. I am curious what itโs like to ride a horse, but Iโm also realizing how totally out of control Iโm going to be, sitting on the back of an animal five times my size. Or moreโfuck, I have no idea what a horse weighs.
I could ask Raylan, Iโm sure he knows. But that will make me look even more ignorant.
All I can do is follow him out the back door, out into the sprawling grounds behind the house.
I see a large vegetable garden, and another garden full of fruit and flowers: raspberry canes, rose bushes, lilacs, and apple trees.
Then, beyond that, I see the stables, two barns, and several large paddocks.
Everything looks clean and well-maintained. The barns look freshly painted, and the fields are nicely mowed. No trash or tools lay out of place anywhere in sight.
I can see two horses standing next to the stable, already saddled and bridled. One is huge and dark grayโso dark he almost looks black. The other is a pretty caramel-colored horse with a black mane and tail. Her coat is so smooth and shiny that she almost looks metallic.
โThe big one is Brutus,โ Raylan says. โThe other is Penny. Sheโs a sweetheartโthe nicest horse weโve got. So youโll ride her, while I take Brutus. Heโs not as nice, but he gets mad if Penny goes anywhere without him.โ
โAlright,โ I say, giving Brutus a wide berth. He looks over at me with his large black eye, on which I canโt see any white. He doesnโt seem friendly, but heโs not aggressive at least.
Penny, by contrast, eagerly puts her velvety nose into Raylanโs palm, then rubs the side of her head against his shoulder, making a gentle snuffing sound.
โYou miss me, Penny?โ Raylan says, in his low, husky voice.
I donโt know why, but hearing the tone he uses with the horses has an effect on me, too. It sends little prickles down my arms.
โAlright,โ Raylan says to me, calm and confident as ever. โHereโs what weโre gonna do. Iโm gonna get you set up on Penny first . . . youโre gonna put your left foot here in the stirrup, and youโre gonna grab this little knob here on the saddle, itโs called the pommel. And Iโm gonna help you swing your right leg over the horse. Iโll kinda help boost you.โ
Trying not to show how nervous I feel, I slip my left foot into the closest stirrup. Raylan is holding Penny steady, though I suspect she would have stood there patiently either way. Even though she radiates gentleness, and she isnโt nearly as massive as Brutus, sheโs still much taller than I expected. I donโt quite see how Iโm going to get my other leg over her back, when that back is higher than my shoulder.
However, as I step up into the stirrup, Raylan puts his large hands around my waist and helps lift me up. With his boost, my right leg swings easily over the saddle.
Now Iโm sitting on Pennyโs back, and itโs damned high up. Sheโs wider than I expectedโIโm lucky that Iโm relatively tall and long-legged, otherwise, Iโd have a hard time getting my thighs around her. But the saddle is comfortable. It smells nicely of leather, and Penny smells nice tooโlike clean hay and sunshine. Beneath that, a not-unpleasant scent of animal sweat.
Raylan passes me the reins and shows me how to grip them. โJust sit tight one second while I get up too,โ he tells me.
He hops up on Brutusโs massive back in one smooth motion that looks as easy as stepping up on a curb. I can see this is second nature to Raylan. He sits comfortably on the large, dark horse, directing Brutus with the smallest motion of his hand on the reins, or his heel against the horseโs side.
โGive her a little tap with your heels like this,โ Raylan directs me. โDonโt worry, you wonโt hurt her.โ
I give Penny a gentle tap, and obediently she starts walking forward. Sheโs probably following Raylan and Brutus more than listening to me. Still, Iโm
glad to see that she doesnโt take off galloping.
Even walking jolts me around more than I expected. Her shoulders and haunches roll beneath me in a way that isnโt quite regular. Itโs hard to catch the rhythm so I donโt bounce around in the saddle.
โYouโre doing great!โ Raylan says.
I have to laugh at that. Weโve only taken a couple of steps. Iโm not doing great at all.
Raylan stays close to me, Brutus just a little ahead of Penny so that itโs clear whoโs leading. He keeps the pace slow to start. We amble across the meadow. The grass is a little higher here, and full of tiny white butterflies that flutter upward in papery clouds as the horses swish through. The early morning sunshine makes the dew sparkle. The grass smells sweet, and the air is fresher than any Iโve tasted before. No hint of exhaust like youโd taste everywhere in the city.
Itโs coolโmaybe sixty degrees. But I donโt feel chilly with the sun shining on my head and warm horseflesh beneath me.
After Iโve gotten used to walking, Raylan shows me how to trot. This is less comfortableโI have to stand up more in the stirrups, and I feel ridiculous bouncing on the horse.
โItโs actually more comfortable to gallop,โ Raylan tells me. โI donโt know about that . . . โ I say hesitantly.
โJust grab the reins like thisโโhe shows meโโand lean forward more, so youโre closer down to her neck . . . โ
He helps me get in a better position. Then he shouts, โHA!โ and the horses take off.
Weโre out in an open field, bright green and velvety. The ground is soft underneath us, so Iโd probably be alright if I fell. But I donโt want to test that theory. I cling to Penny with my knees, leaning low over her neck, gripping tight on the reins until they almost cut into my hands.
Her hooves thunder beneath me. Raylan is rightโit is actually easier to follow the rhythm of her movement at a gallop. The wind streaming into my face is cool and clean and invigorating.
Brutus seems thrilled to be running. Heโs stretching his neck out low, his powerful legs churning, not even seeming to feel the weight of Raylan on his back. The two horses run in tandem, only a couple of feet between them.
Itโs beautiful, utterly beautiful. The vast stretches of the ranch seem endless all around us. The sky is like a huge, inverted bowl, brilliantly blue like Raylanโs eyes, almost cloudless. My heart is racingโpartly from fear, but also from exhilaration. My hair comes loose from the ponytail and it streams out behind me like Pennyโs tail. Iโm not gripping the reins so tight anymore. Iโm squeezing Penny with my legs, wanting her to run faster and faster. Wanting to feel exactly this, more and more.
Raylanโs right beside me. He lets out a whoop, partly to urge on the horses, and partly out of pure happiness. Itโs the most gorgeous day Iโve ever seen. These animals are powerful and brilliant. They love to run. They seem to know how pleasurable it is for us, too.
Raylan keeps looking over at me, making sure Iโm comfortable and safe. Making sure Iโm enjoying this as much as he is.
Iโve never felt anything like this. A lot of the things I do for pleasureโ swimming, runningโare meant to calm me down. Put me in a zen state.
This is the opposite. I feel enlightened. I feel alive. I feel terrified and exhilarated and thrilled, all at once. I can see every golden hair on Pennyโs smooth coat, every blade of bright green grass, every bird soaring overhead. I can smell the trees and the grass and even Raylanโs skin more acutely than ever.
My muscles are aching from the strain of doing something so foreign to my usual activity. But it feels good. I feel powerful like the horse. Limitless like the open space. Wild like . . . like Raylan, I guess. He always seems like a force of nature. Like he could never belong to a city or a place. Heโs just himself, at all times. Wherever he might be.
At last Raylan makes a clicking sound and pulls back on the reins. Brutus reluctantly obeys, coming to a trot and then a gentle walk. Penny matches his pace exactly. I can feel her rapid breathing, and the heat of her body. Iโm the sameโpanting and sweating. But exhilarated. Not wanting to slow down.
โWhy are you stopping?โ I ask Raylan.
โThereโs a stream up here,โ he says. โThe horses can have a drink.โ
He leads us over to a thicket of trees. Sure enough, I can hear water running through. The trees grow in a double line on either side of a small river. Itโs like an oasis in the grass.
The day is heating up, the sun coming more directly overhead. Iโm hot from the ride, as are the horses.
Raylan gets down from Brutusโs back and helps me dismount. He takes off the horsesโ saddles and rubs them down. They roll around briefly on the grass, which alarms me for a moment as Brutus flops over abruptly, then rolls with his legs in the air like a dog would do. I laugh, amused to see such a massive animal behaving that way.
Penny does the same as soon as the saddle is off. It makes me happy to see them enjoying themselves, after they carried us all this way and gave me an experience like Iโve never had before.
Once theyโve rolled around, they drink from the stream, and then start cropping the soft grass, pulling up mouthfuls.
โCan they eat that?โ I ask Raylan. โOf course,โ he says.
โI donโt know anything about horses,โ I admit. โOr any animals, really.โ
โYou rode so well,โ Raylan says. โI canโt believe youโve never done it before.โ
โI think itโs easier on Penny.โ
โIt is,โ Raylan admits. โWeโve had a lot of good horses. But none as intuitive as her.โ
Raylan is sweating, too. I can see the clear sweat running down his neck into the open collar of his shirt. I can smell his scent, warm like the grass, strong like the horses.
โAre you hot?โ he asks me. โYes,โ I admit.
โThe waterโs clean,โ he says, unbuttoning his shirt. He pulls it open and strips it off, so heโs standing there bare-chested in just his jeans.
I canโt help staring. Iโve seen Raylan shirtless several times now, but this is the best heโs ever lookedโhis muscles swollen from riding, his skin bright with sunshine and sweat, his waist looking impossibly tight compared to his broad shoulders and his worn blue jeans.
Raylan isnโt as massive as Dante, but heโs aesthetic in a completely different way. If Dante is a bull, then Raylan is a stallion. He looks fast as well as strong. Lean, and capable.
Heโs exotic to me like no man Iโve met before. Iโve known gangsters and businessmen and high rollers of all kinds. But Iโve never known a man with Raylanโs charm and authenticity. Iโve never known a man whoโs good at so many things. Dean was the best thoracic surgeon in the city, but he couldnโt fix his kitchen sink to save his life. I think you could put any tool in the world into Raylanโs hands and heโd figure it out.
Maybe Iโm losing it, after all the things Iโve been through the past few weeks. But I find myself staring at him in awe. Thinking Iโve never seen a more attractive man.
Thatโs when he starts unbuttoning his jeans. โWโwhat are you doing?โ I stammer.
I never fucking stammer. Iโm a lawyer. Iโm endlessly articulate. But as Raylan unzips his jeans, I couldnโt form a sentence to save my life.
โIโm gonna cool off in the water,โ he says, his mouth quirked up in a half- smile. โCare to join me?โ
He drops his jeans. Then, keeping his brilliant blue eyes fixed on mine, he hooks his thumbs in his boxer shorts and pulls those down, too.
His cock hangs down between his legs, thick and heavy and uncut. Itโs even darker than his tanned body, with trimmed black hair around it, as thick as the hair on his head.
My heart is hammering against my ribs so fast that it feels like one continual beat. My mouth is salivating, and I canโt stop staring at his cock. Iโm flushed with heat and I feel an aching, clenching sensation between my thighs.
I have never felt this response to a manโs cock. I donโt know what the fuck is happening to me.
Maybe itโs because Iโve never seen one that big. Or that animalistic. Itโs making me respond like Iโm in heat.
This is so unlike me. Iโm never rabid. Iโm never out of control.
I rip my eyes away from his body. Iโve seen Raylan nearly naked several times. But completely naked . . . thatโs a whole different thing. Thereโs something about seeing him stripped down outdoors, in his natural element. Itโs vastly more powerful.
Iโm in his space now. On his land. In his control.
As if sensing the same thing, Raylan says, in his deep, commanding voice, โTake off your clothes.โ
Heโs never ordered me around before. Nobody orders me around.
My natural inclination is to toss my head and tell him to fuck off. Thatโs what Iโd usually do.
But then Raylan takes a step toward me, and more gentlyโin the same tone he used with Pennyโhe says, โCome on. Strip down. Get in the water. Youโll like it.โ
And like heโs fucking hypnotized me, I find my fingers unbuttoning my shirt. Baring my skin to the sunshine and the breeze. I take off my shirt, and the bra underneath.
I can feel Raylanโs eyes roving hungrily over my bare breasts. My breasts are small and extremely pale. The nipples are light pink, barely darker than my flesh.
I unzip my jeans and pull them down, my underwear too.
I have a tuft of trimmed hair as vibrantly red as the hair on my head. Men go insane for it. They obsess over it.
I look at Raylanโs face, to see what he thinks of my body.
His eyes are so bright that they look as if theyโre on fire, like the blue flame under a gas burner. His lips are parted hungrily, and I see a glint of those sharp white teeth.
โCome on,โ he says huskily.
He steps down into the stream, to a place where the river widens and flattens, creating a small pool. The water is perfectly clear, so you can see the smooth stones beneath.
Raylan gives me his hand to help me down.
His touch is like an electric jolt. The energy runs up my arm, and I can feel my nipples stiffening. Every step I take seems to make my pussy lips rub together. Iโve never been naked outside before. Iโve never been nude in front of a man like thisโa man Iโm not supposed to be dating or fucking.
The water is cold, but it doesnโt jolt me nearly as much as Raylanโs skin. I can barely feel the water on my flesh compared to how intensely I feel his eyes roaming over me.
Iโve never seen him look so ferocious. His warmth and humor have all burned away, replaced by an intensity I never would have guessed he possessed.
I sink down into the stream, hoping the cold water will help cool my lust.
Raylan does the same. He splashes the clear water on his face and chest, washing himself clean of sweat. He dunks his head under and shakes the sparkling droplets out of his thick, black hair.
I try not to stare at him. But every movement flexes the muscle on his broad frame. When he turns, I canโt help but stare at his wide back and his tight, round ass cheeks. When he rinses his hair, his biceps bulge like softballs, and I can see the narrow bands of muscle running across his ribs and down his torso.
And then thereโs that heavy cock, that swings and hits his thigh with an audibleย thwap.ย It doesnโt shrink in the cold water. In fact, when Raylan runs his eyes down my body again, I think itโs swelling with arousal.
I can feel the cool water between my thighs. The flowing stream runs between my pussy lips. No matter how I try to shift to stop the stimulation, it only becomes more intense. I can feel the flush on my pale skin. I know Raylan can see it, too. He can see my rock-hard nipples and my flaming red face.
I tell myself weโre just skinny dipping.
I tell myself that nothing is going to happen.
Raylan is a professional. Heโs my bodyguard. Thatโs all, thatโs it. He knows I donโt want anything else . . .
But of course, thatโs a fucking lie.
I wantย him.ย I want him right now. Itโs all over my face. I canโt hide it.
โAre you still dating Dean?โ Raylan asks me bluntly. His voice is low and intent. His eyes burn into mine.
โI . . . I . . . โ
That fucking stammering again. I should lie and tell him weโre still together.
Raylan is tempting in a way that terrifies me. Iโve never been so aroused by a man. Iโve never felt this desperate.
Iโm used to being pursued. Iโm used to having the upper hand.
I have no advantage with Raylan. If I let go right now, if I give in to this desire, Iโll be completely out of control. Iโll be in totally uncharted territory. I donโt understand my desire for him, or how I feel about him as a man. Sometimes he drives me insane. And sometimes I admire him, against my will. None of that is normal for me. None of it is comfortable.
He scares me. My only protection is pretending I donโt want this. Pretending Iโm committed to another man.
But I canโt lie to Raylan. Heโs too honest, too open. And too damn perceptive. Heโll know if I lie. Itโs pointless.
โI broke up with him,โ I admit.
โWhy didnโt you tell me?โ Raylan growls.
โI wanted you to think I was taken,โ I confess.
What the fuck am I doing? Why am I admitting that?
โWhy?โ Raylan says.
I lick my lips, tasting the cool, clear river. โYou scare me,โ I say.
Iโve never admitted to being intimidated. Iโve never admitted to being afraid, period.
โThis . . . scares me,โ I say, gesturing between the two of us.
Raylan steps closer to me, closing the gap between us. I can almost hear his heart pounding as fast as mine. Iโm sure I would hear it, if not for the noise of the running water.
โI told myself I wouldnโt kiss you again without your permission,โ he says. I swallow hard.
โBut that was a stupid fucking promise,โ he growls. He grabs my face between his hands, and he kisses me hard, harder even than he did in the gym. His bare, burning-hot chest presses against mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth. His beard scratches my face.
I kiss him back, my hands thrust in his thick, black hair. His hair feels hot from the sun, thick and coarse and alive like animal fur. The scent of his skin is sharp and wild.
He lifts me up and throws me on the riverbank, in the sun-warmed grass. Then he climbs on top of me and kisses me even harder, grinding his naked body against mine. I can feel his cock standing straight up now, harder than a poker.
His lips devour mine, then they run hungrily down my neck, down to my breasts. He sucks and nibbles on my nipples, making me moan and arch my back. Meanwhile heโs touching between my thighs, stroking my pussy lightly at first, then a little harder as his fingers become slick and wet.
Iโm soaking wet. Wetter than Iโve ever been before. It started the moment I saw him naked, and it only got worse. The river couldnโt wash it away. My pussy is swollen and aching, throbbing at his touch.
I grind against his hand. Iโm rabid for him. Ravenous.
He reaches up with his other hand to caress my face, and I seize his fingers between my teeth and bite them, then suck on his index and middle finger, taking them all the way into my mouth.
Iโve never behaved like this in my life.
Quite honestly, Iโm a selfish lover, doing only what I personally like. I donโt get down on my knees and suck menโs cocksโthat would be degrading. I let them worship me, but I donโt respond in kind.
With Raylan, I have no pride. Heโs unleashed a hunger in me that I never knew before. Iโm fucking wild for him. I would do anything for him right now. I want to taste him, touch him, lick him absolutely everywhere. I want him like Iโve never wanted anything before.
I want that cock. I want it inside of me right nowโanywhere, anyway.
I grab Raylanโs cock in my hand. Itโs so thick that my fingers donโt close all the way around the shaft. It feels like itโs two hundred degrees of burning heat. I can feel it throbbing like a live thing.
I shimmy down in the grass so I can close my mouth over the head. Iโm literally salivating. I want to taste Raylan. I need it.
I close my mouth around his cock, and I start sucking. Immediately, my mouth is flooded with thin, warm pre-cum. It tastes fucking delicious. Iโm ravenously hungry from skipping breakfast and riding around all morning. That pre-cum tastes like the most satisfying thing Iโve ever had in my mouth. Itโs salty and rich and it tastes like Raylanโs skin and sweat. Itโs like a drugโthe more I get, the more I want.
I attack his cock with my mouth, sliding my tongue up and down the shaft, sucking hard on the head. I use both of my hands, alternating between sucking him off, and taking his balls in my mouth while I slide my hands up and down his slippery shaft.
This is the most enthusiastic blowjob Iโve ever given. Itโs the most Iโve ever enjoyed oral sex. Raylan is groaning, his hands thrust in my hair. His powerful hips are pumping toward my face, and that huge, thick head of his cock is banging against the back of my throat. Itโs sloppy and wet and primal, and the fact that itโs happening outdoors in a field makes it all the more animalistic.
Raylan grabs my hips and twists me around so weโre facing opposite directions. Now Iโm on top of him, with my pussy over his face. He pushes my thighs apart and buries his face in my cunt.
I always thought 69s were stupid. Now, for the first time, I understand the point. When youโre completely lost in oral sex, you just want more, more, more. I want more of his taste and scent. And more of our bodies grinding and touching.
Raylan is eating my pussy like a ten-course dinner. Heโs licking and fingering and shoving his tongue inside of me. It feels fucking fantastic. And at the same time, my mouth is full of his cock, and the taste of his pre- cum that comes in spurt after spurt, like a reward for sucking him off just the way he likes.
Sucking his cock upside down is more difficult, but the angle helps his cock slide even further down my throat. I relax my jaw and try to take as much of
it as I can. I canโt bob my head up and down as much, but it doesnโt matter, because heโs thrusting his hips and doing a lot of the work himself.
Which is good, because I can barely concentrate. Iโm lost in the insanely pleasurable sensation of his tongue lapping at my clit, and his fingers thrusting in and out of me. His fingers penetrate my pussy at the same time as his cock thrusts in my throat. Heโs stimulating me orally as well as vaginally. The dual sensation is wildly intense. I never knew that a blow job could feel good for me, too. I never knew my lips and tongue could be so sensitive.
Our bodies are pressed tight together, my thighs wrapped around his face, and his cock skewering my throat. I can feel Raylan pumping even harder, getting closer to the edge.
Iโm close, too. The orgasm building inside of me is totally out of my control. Iโm grinding on his face, squeezing my thighs, but Raylan is the one teasing the climax out of my body. Itโs his fingers rubbing on the perfect spot inside of me, and his tongue pressing against just the right place on my clit.
The pleasure is thrumming through my whole body. I can feel it pulsing down my legs and arms, all the way to my fingers and toes. My whole frame is vibrating with one, long, endless sensation.
I moan around Raylanโs cock. I start crying out, my mouth still stuffed full.
Iโm cumming harder than Iโve ever cum in my life, with an orgasm that twists my body in knots.
And while Iโm cumming, Raylan is too, deep down in my throat. His cock is twitching and pulsing, unleashing thick white cum, a torrent of it. I usually never swallow, but right now I have no choice. His cock is shoved in too deep in my throat to pull back.
And I love it. I want him to cum as hard as Iโm cumming. I want it to feel as good for him as it does for me.
I feel his thick load pulsing into my throat. Iโm choking and gagging on it, and I donโt give a fuck. Because Iโm still cumming too, all over his tongue.
It goes on and on and on. Time stretches out. The pleasure stretches and increases and stretches again.
Then, finally, itโs over.
Raylan takes his cock out of my mouth and I roll limply onto my back, bright flashes popping behind my closed eyelids.
Raylan rolls on top of me, kissing me. I can taste my pussy on his lips, and Iโm sure he can taste his cum in my mouth. This is totally unsanitaryโ something that would disgust me usually. But I do not give one single fuck. Iโm still in a state of blissful eroticism, where everything is sexy to me, and nothing seems wrong.
โOh. My. Fucking. God,โ I moan.
โIโve been wanting to do that for a long time,โ Raylan says.