Cowboy Heat

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    I swirled my tongue around the base of his cock, then up his shaft until I reached the velvety head. I sucked off more precome, and then slid him into my mouth. This time, I didn’t stop at the back of my throat. I swallowed, took him deep, deep enough that my teeth circled the base of his penis. Coarse pubic hair scraped my lips.
    He held my head firmly, not allowing me to move. His hips came alive, thrusting up and deeper into my throat.
    “You realize,” he said with a powerful thrust into my mouth, “that we’re in front of windows in all directions. Anyone could see you like this, naked, at my feet, doing what I tell you to do. In fact, there are probably ten guys watching right now as I fuck your mouth. Ten guys with their dicks in their handsimagining your mouth on them…” He pulled back and thrust again. “Dying to fuck your mouth like I am, wanting to fuck your cunt like I will.”
    My pussy contracted, spilling thick juice down my legs. I reached between my legs, fingering myself to his words, pressing against my clit.
    He jerked his dick from my mouth. “That’s enough,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly. He stood, and for a minute, I panicked. I thought he was leaving.
    “Where are you going?”
    Retrieving his pants from the chair, he removed a packet. Quickly rolling on a condom, he crooked his finger. “Come here. I want to show all those guys watching just what they’re missing.”
    I went to him. He wrapped a large hand around the back of my neck and bent me over the sofa. Thick, heavy baroque material abraded my rigid nipples as I rubbed against it, not caring who saw.
    “Spread your legs,” he said.
    I did.
    “Wider,” he whispered in my ear. “How do you expect all those other guys to see your pretty pink pussy with your legs so close together?”
    I obeyed, then looked over my shoulder, awaiting his approval.
    He traced a finger along my slit, coating it with my juices, then sucked his finger into his mouth. “You taste like honey,” he said. He did it again, licking my juices from his hand. “All those other men watching. They can only guess what you taste like. I know.”
    My breaths came in ragged gasps. I’d never been more wet and ready to be fucked in my life. “Fuck me, dammit.”
    Cody turned his back to the window, grabbed my hips and drove deep inside in one push.
    I gasped as my walls stretched to accommodate his size. He withdrew and stabbed me again. It felt as though his cock touched the back of my throat. Everything inside me moved with each thrust. My heart pounded and raced.
    “Turn your head to the right,” he said as he withdrew.
    I did. The room’s mirrored wall shot our reflections back to us. He plunged into me, and I watched his massive cock spread my lips and disappear inside me. Oh god. I’d never watched myself being fucked before. My legs quivered. When he pulled back, my cream covered him. I moaned, arching my back and shoving my ass into his groin.
    “Harder. Faster,” I said. The pressure inside was building and I was close to coming. “Faster, harder.”
    He pumped into me, slamming me against the back of the sofa.
    “Don’t stop,” I gasped out. “I’m—” My orgasm hit me like a tsunami. Multicolored flashes lit up my sight as ripple after ripple of pleasure raced through my body.
    While I was trying to regain my senses, Cody slammed into me a couple more times before he ground his pelvis into my ass. His cock jerked inside as he came.
    We both stayed in that position, trying to catch our breaths. In a minute, he withdrew, taking all his warmth with him.
    “Excuse me,” he said and went to the half bath off the entry hall. I remained draped over the chair for a moment, concerned my legs would falter if I tried to walk. But I didn’t want him to come back and find me like that. I went to the master bedroom and tossed on the silk robe missing a tie. When I came back out, Cody was snapping his shirt, finishing

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