Page 22 of Dirty Cowboys
I open my mouth and wrap my lips around him, then the man behind me pulls my head back slightly and pushes it forward. Within seconds, spit pools in my mouth and drips down my chin.
“That’s it, just like that. Good fucking girl. Look at how messy you get for me.”
Everyone moves together in unison, and my body is pushed to its absolute limit. My arms burn, my mouth is stretched, my pussy clamps tight, and my ass wants more. Thankfully, he adds another finger, and I moan a muffled sound of gratitude.
The man in my mouth pulls back, and I gasp for air, dragging as much into my lungs as I can.“That’s it, deep breaths. I’ve got you. You were made to be fucked just like this.”
That’s the only break I get before he is back in mymouth, fucking my throat. Within minutes his cock swells wider, and he comes, his hips jerking. I gag once, but don’t pull back. I take it, swallowing what I can, while the rest coats my tongue and lips as he shudders.
“Spit it into my hand,” the man behind me demands, and I let what is left of the cum slide from my mouth into his waiting palm.
“Good fucking girl,”the man on the ladder praises.
Then fingers are teasing me, adding to the sensations.“You feel that? That’s his cum all over your pretty little clit. You love being coated in it, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry out hoarsely as he circles my clit and the man in front of me changes angles.
His movements get harder, slamming deeper and more brutal, making my body smash into the man behind me, and the fingers on my clit get faster. I can’t speak. I can barely breathe.
My orgasm peaks fast—too fast—as my vision blurs, and my body burns. My throat is raw from screaming. I don’t know how, but I feel the man in front of me let go, his thrusts slow, and my world shatters around me. Everything folds in on itself, and intense pressure bursts behind my eyes. It’s so much—too much.
My world fades to black.
When I wake, everything hurts, but I’m no longer tied up. I wonder how long I was unconscious. I giggleat the thought of passing out during sex; it is not something I have ever experienced before tonight.
I’m cradled against a broad chest, his heartbeat thumping beneath my ear as a hand strokes my head.
Then there are fingers pressing against my entrance, sliding inside my wrecked and used body.
“You did so well. You took everything like the good girl you are.”
I whimper as he gently slides his fingers deeper inside me.
“You can’t waste a single drop, now that I’ve claimed your perfect little cunt.”
He spends some time holding me and telling me how perfect I am before I once again drift off in his arms.
Small-Town Confessions - Part Five
Posted by Indie’s Inner Thoughts
Hey,
I am writing this at 4 a.m. because I literally cannot sleep. My body is still sore, and the bruises have started to form. I can’t stop staring at them.
I don’t even know how to put this into words, but every single fantasy I’ve ever dreamed about came true tonight.
I always wondered if I was asking too much. Were my needs too intense, too dirty, or too much for any realperson to handle? But these men, holy fuck, they didn’t just meet my expectations—they shattered them completely.
If I were to die tomorrow, I’d go happily, knowing that somewhere in this world there are people who understand exactly what I need and have given that to me.
I passed out. Literally passed out from pleasure. I didn’t even know that was possible outside of romance novels, but apparently my body has limits I never knew existed.
I feel like a new woman, like the person who walked out there tonight was different to the one writing this now.
Thank you, universe—for leading me exactly where I needed to be.
Stay spicy (and thoroughly wrecked),
