clothes and makeup and the voice coach and PR agents.
Andrew’s kiss made her feel awkward, like she wanted something from him, wanted it so much, but didn’t know how to go about getting it.
She fumbled badly with the buttons of his shirt, only to have him tear it open with one yank and then pull her t-shirt over her head and undo her bra so quickly, she wondered if he’d laid out an action plan for how he was going to strip her naked before he came out to barn.
“It can’t be like when we were in college,” he said, covering her neck with kisses. “I can’t give you time or wait for you to be comfortable with us like I did last time. Oh God, Layla, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to feel your naked pussy all over my cock…”
He unbuttoned her pants. And suddenly his long dick was nestled inside her panties, rubbing against her wet folds and making it so she didn’t know if the liquid she was feeling between them was his pre-cum or her own raging need.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
Finally something she didn’t have to lie about. “I am,” she said, silently thanking her mother for convincing her to get an IUD to help with her heavy periods when she turned twenty-five.
He kissed her hard and long again, his cock rubbing into her pussy so deliciously, she was afraid she’d humiliate herself by coming all over it again. “Invite me in,” he said against her lips.
“What?” she asked.
“I want an invitation. I want you to understand that you, Layla Matthews, are inviting me, Andrew Sinclair, to fuck you but good.”
Again, Roxxy was not a virgin, but she might as well have been the way her cheeks warmed under this command. “Please have sex with me, Andrew. You’re invited in.”
He stroked the side of her face with his knuckles. “You’re lucky I’m so hot for you right now,” he said with grave seriousness. “Next time I’m going to make you ask a hell of a lot nicer than that.”
Before she could question what “nicer” would entail, he was inside her. And then he was pounding her wet pussy so hard with one hand pressed into her clit, she felt her eyes roll backwards.
And the feelings! They were so intense, she couldn’t hold on for long. “Oh God, Andrew! I’m coming.”
“No, stay with me,” he said, removing his hand and slowing down, so he was rolling up into her, thrusting into her hard, but without enough clitoral stimulation for her to come.
“I want you feel this with me,” he said against her ear. “Feel how hard my cock is inside your pussy. Feel how bad I want you? I want you to feel it.”
She definitely felt it. It was like he had her filled up so perfectly, if he wanted to spend the next fifty years cruising inside her like this, she’d die knowing she’d lived a life of total bliss.
Or at least she thought she wouldn’t mind a slower pace. Soon her body made it clear it needed more from Andrew, more than even this.
“Andrew, please,” she said. “I need you. I need you to really fuck me. I’m so close.”
This seemed to galvanize him. The lazy cowboy disappeared and soon he was pounding into her again with double the force of the first time. All it took was for him to dig two fingers into the folds of her pussy and she exploded, so bright and loud, she pushed him over the edge too.
He let out a keening sigh, then released inside her, flooding her with his seed. Only when he seemed to be completely empty did he stop moving and fall against her, his body heavy and satisfied.
He gave her a lopsided smile. “Sweetheart, I don’t think we’re going to make it all the way back to the house tonight.”
Lying curled up on four hay bales with Andrew shouldn’t have made for the most comfortable night of sleep she’d had in Montana so far, but somehow it did. Her dreams weren’t plagued by strange images. In fact, she didn’t dream at all, just slept more peacefully then she had in years, curled up in Andrew’s arms.
And she
Andrew’s kiss made her feel awkward, like she wanted something from him, wanted it so much, but didn’t know how to go about getting it.
She fumbled badly with the buttons of his shirt, only to have him tear it open with one yank and then pull her t-shirt over her head and undo her bra so quickly, she wondered if he’d laid out an action plan for how he was going to strip her naked before he came out to barn.
“It can’t be like when we were in college,” he said, covering her neck with kisses. “I can’t give you time or wait for you to be comfortable with us like I did last time. Oh God, Layla, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to feel your naked pussy all over my cock…”
He unbuttoned her pants. And suddenly his long dick was nestled inside her panties, rubbing against her wet folds and making it so she didn’t know if the liquid she was feeling between them was his pre-cum or her own raging need.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control.”
Finally something she didn’t have to lie about. “I am,” she said, silently thanking her mother for convincing her to get an IUD to help with her heavy periods when she turned twenty-five.
He kissed her hard and long again, his cock rubbing into her pussy so deliciously, she was afraid she’d humiliate herself by coming all over it again. “Invite me in,” he said against her lips.
“What?” she asked.
“I want an invitation. I want you to understand that you, Layla Matthews, are inviting me, Andrew Sinclair, to fuck you but good.”
Again, Roxxy was not a virgin, but she might as well have been the way her cheeks warmed under this command. “Please have sex with me, Andrew. You’re invited in.”
He stroked the side of her face with his knuckles. “You’re lucky I’m so hot for you right now,” he said with grave seriousness. “Next time I’m going to make you ask a hell of a lot nicer than that.”
Before she could question what “nicer” would entail, he was inside her. And then he was pounding her wet pussy so hard with one hand pressed into her clit, she felt her eyes roll backwards.
And the feelings! They were so intense, she couldn’t hold on for long. “Oh God, Andrew! I’m coming.”
“No, stay with me,” he said, removing his hand and slowing down, so he was rolling up into her, thrusting into her hard, but without enough clitoral stimulation for her to come.
“I want you feel this with me,” he said against her ear. “Feel how hard my cock is inside your pussy. Feel how bad I want you? I want you to feel it.”
She definitely felt it. It was like he had her filled up so perfectly, if he wanted to spend the next fifty years cruising inside her like this, she’d die knowing she’d lived a life of total bliss.
Or at least she thought she wouldn’t mind a slower pace. Soon her body made it clear it needed more from Andrew, more than even this.
“Andrew, please,” she said. “I need you. I need you to really fuck me. I’m so close.”
This seemed to galvanize him. The lazy cowboy disappeared and soon he was pounding into her again with double the force of the first time. All it took was for him to dig two fingers into the folds of her pussy and she exploded, so bright and loud, she pushed him over the edge too.
He let out a keening sigh, then released inside her, flooding her with his seed. Only when he seemed to be completely empty did he stop moving and fall against her, his body heavy and satisfied.
He gave her a lopsided smile. “Sweetheart, I don’t think we’re going to make it all the way back to the house tonight.”
Lying curled up on four hay bales with Andrew shouldn’t have made for the most comfortable night of sleep she’d had in Montana so far, but somehow it did. Her dreams weren’t plagued by strange images. In fact, she didn’t dream at all, just slept more peacefully then she had in years, curled up in Andrew’s arms.
And she
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