Page 21 of The Biker's Last Rodeo
This tight, glistening, hot pink little pussy is mine.
I lick her over and over again as her thighs quiver against the side of my face. “Oh my God, Duke… don’t stop!” she pants, thrusting forward, grinding against my beard as I work her over.
I want to take my time, go slow, let this marinate, but fuck if I don’t want to move that rope, bend her over, and fill her up right the fuck now.
I can’t believe she’s mine.
My little virgin.
Mine to claim.
Mine to own.
Mine to take care of and love and cherish.
I dive against her slit and lick faster now, sliding two fingers in as I work.
“Oh fuck!” she pants, her knees buckling with pleasure as I lick harder and thrust faster.
“Right there, Duke. Please.”
“That’s a girl… beg for me. Tell me how bad you need to come.”
Her brows narrow as I sink into her further, scrubbing her pussy against my face and hand as though she’s desperate for me to take her over the edge.
That’s when I stop.
I stop when she’s desperate. I stop when she’s begging. I stop when she’s a sloppy little mess of desire.
Slowly, I lick my way up her soft frame, pausing at her nipples to suckle and bite each hard bud with pressure.
“Baby girl, are you ready for me to fill you up?”
I grab two bales of hay from the barn and toss them out into the ring, the wind blowing dry grass across the field as I work. The gate squeaks near the clover patch, but for once, Maci doesn’t speak. She watches me with wide eyes, the weight of the rope marking her delicate skin.
I lift my shirt off and toss it over the bale of hay, then unbuckle my jeans, step out of my boots, and stand barefoot before her.
“Oh my fucking God,” she gasps, eyes wide. “You’re huge. Like… what the hell?”
“I’ll take the compliment.” I groan as I untie her from the center post.
“No, I’m serious. How’s that ever going to fit inside of me? I’m not… and you’re…”
“You want to stop?”
Her brows crease inward. “No!”
“Okay then, lean back on this bale and look at me. I want to see everything you’re feeling. Understood?”
She hums out a reply and lays back on the bale of hay, her hair flowing down over the edge as her legs spill open for me.
Fuck!
There she is. That tight, little pussy, dripping and ready.
I stroke my cock at her entrance and edge inside, my jaw locked as her tight little channel strangles my dick.She’s so fucking warm. So tight. So perfect.
“Good girl, bunny. Good little girl. Take my cock. Every inch of it.” I can barely breathe as I sink into her. I’ve never felt anything this tight in my life. She’s like a fucking glove.
