“Let me do this, Kennedy. Give me control,” he whispers into my lips before kissing me sweetly, passionately.
When we pull apart, I feel his right hand slipping in between our bodies as he fists his cock and guides it to my entrance.
Wyatt pushes inside of me, slowly, watching my reaction. My breath catches in my throat when I feel his fat cock stretch my raw pussy open, but then I moan, the intensity of everything heightening my arousal.
We both groan when he hits home over and over. I love feeling the thick veins in his cock sliding against the walls of my pussy as he moves in and out of me, stretching me just to the point of pain. Coupled with the overwhelming pleasure radiating from my core, the slight sting only heightens every sense, consuming me with every thrust.
“So goddamn tight. Jesus, you feel so good, Kennedy.”
“You…too…” I manage to say in between thrusts. I wrap my arms around his back and grip the taut muscles there, clinging to him while he picks up speed.
Wyatt twists his hips slightly, changing up the angle. He hits that spot inside of me with his dick, making my whole body jerk in his arms.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“Y-yes…” I moan. “God, yes.”
I dig my nails into his back to spur him on. Wyatt crashes his mouth down on mine as our bodies come together, again and again, flesh meeting flesh, pleasure meeting pleasure. I squeeze my legs around him and clench my pussy to get him deeper inside of me.
Wyatt thrusts into me harder, faster, each stroke of his dick pushing me closer, closer, hitting that spot over and over, once, twice, again, again,fuck, one more time, please, please, I need it, my body trembling and aching for more.
He slams into me one last time and I scream as I splinter apart. My pussy clamps down on his thick cock as all my muscles tense up tightly and then unwind, the orgasm rolling through me in explosive waves.
“That’s it, sweetheart, that’s so fucking it, come for me again, Kennedy.”
I shake my head, unable to imagine myself doing that again. Wyatt, however, doesn’t take no for an answer. He leans back and sits on his heels, grabbing my hips and fucking himself with my body. The angle is different, deeper, hitting new places that make me shake and moan uncontrollably.
“Oh, God, Wyatt. This is…”
I gasp and cry out as I feel his fingers blurring over my clit. With one pinch, he has me twisting in his arms, but he won’t let me escape the onslaught of sensations as my orgasm claws at me and rips me apart from the inside out. I thrash and scream as Wyatt continues to fuck me through it.
“Look at us, Kennedy,” he demands, his voice gravelly and desperate. “Look how your pussy stretches and takes my big cock like a good girl. You’re fucking incredible. Fuck!”
I open my eyes as my orgasm fades and see him sink into me again and again. It’s dirty and hot as hell. His movements become jerky and I feel his dick swell up, growing impossibly larger. He’s throbbing and thrusting and working me up into another orgasm, both of us sweating and shaking.
Then he pulls himself with a tortured groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kennedy. Mine, fuckingmine.”
Barely giving me any time to recover, Wyatt flips me on my stomach and plunges his many inches inside of me. Cum coats my thighs as my cunt snaps around his huge dick. He pounds into me mercilessly, making obscene noises as he fucks me into yet another blinding orgasm, sobbing my release. This time, I take him with me over the edge. I feel him shoot his load deep inside of me, rope after rope until he is spent.
Wyatt collapses next to me, his chest heaving out big breaths as he comes down from his high. I barely manage to roll over, my muscles still twitching from the intensity of what we just shared.
My big, strong cowboy slides his arms around me, cradling me against his chest. I listen as his frantic heartbeat slowly returns to normal, the sweat cooling on my skin and making me shiver. Wyatt presses a kiss to my forehead, then pulls the blankets up, wrapping them around us so we’re all tucked in.
I sigh as I curl up further into his embrace, tracing imaginary patterns over his chest with my fingertips. Wyatt gathers up my hand in his, kissing each one of my fingers. I look up at him, those green eyes shining with what I hope is love. God knows I’ve been in love with this man for far longer than I’d like to admit.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” he whispers, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.
“You,” I tell him truthfully. I don’t think he’s ready to hear the rest of my crazy confession, though.
He grins, nuzzling into the side of my neck. “I can’t stop thinking about you either, sweetheart.”
Gah, he’s so freaking sweet. I snuggle into his side, resting my cheek on his chest, with my ear just above his heart. I want to keep it as my own. I want to spend every morning like this, waking up to Wyatt’s sleepy smiles and heated kisses.
“Are your brothers going to be upset with you?” I ask after a few silent moments.
“I don’t want to think about my brothers right now,” he says with a grumpy pout.
I stretch up, pressing a kiss to his lips, because how can I not? He’s too much.