Page 38 of The Cannon
“I don’t think we need any lubrication,” he says.
I smile at the thought. It’s like a slick down there.
“You’ve already made me wet.”
His cock rises against me when I say the words, and a huff escapes his lips. As if he has to exhale to be able to breathe properly. That one sound turns me the fuck on.
Hands rise to either side of my waist. Gently he slides me forward and back. Up and down the length of him. Oh god. This is awesome.
“Now you do it,” he commands.
Slowly, I begin to move. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. Like a slow moving twirk. My lips caressing his cock and sliding my cum all over it, head to base.
“Ohhh. Yes. That’s it, baby. You’ve got it.”
Now I’m encouraged. I get lost in the feeling, and it’s making my clit sing. Back or forward it’s being stimulated. And then I feel it. He lets go of a hand and starts to tap, tap, tap my clit every time it’s exposed.
Holy shit!!!
I hear my own moans and his. Our eyes are on each other. I’m biting my bottom lip. The expression he wears pure lust. I’m in love with his face.
Hands returning to my waist, he moves me faster, harder against him.
“I need to be inside. Sorry. It’s happening fast.”
Not too fast for me. I’m close too. I lift and take ahold of The Cannon. He takes over and guides it to the spot.
“Oh yeah. Here we go. I need to FUCK you.” Hollering the word as he says it, like some sort of animalistic cry.
I’m as wet as I’ll ever be.
“Go easy,” he says between rising breaths.
“Jesus,” I say leaning my head back.
He keeps ahold of his cock till it’s just a few inches in, then I feel his hands on my waist.
“That’s it, baby. Slowly.”
Following his lead, I settle. Inch by inch. Oh my god. I’m on fucking fire. He starts to gently pump before I’ve taken it all. Yes. Yes.
“When it’s all in, lean forward a little. Feel my dick rubbing against your clit.” It’s a big job, but someone needs to do it.
Hands reach for each other and fingers intertwine. As I lean in, he steadies me.
Here we go. The rhythm is slow with intention. Getting me used to the size of him. It feels like nothing I’ve experienced before. We fit. Just two words. It’s the best way to describe things.
I’m carried away and at the same time uniquely present. Laser-focused on the sensation. Have I ever felt so much like a woman? There are no inhibitions. I feel no shyness. Now his eyes are on my breasts. By the look on his face they bounce for his pleasure.
The veins on his neck are engorged. The ligaments tight. His chest rises and falls with each breath. They come faster now.
I’m riding him bareback, like a cowgirl rides a bucking bronc. There’s an untamed stallion under me, at the peak of his powers. But he’s not trying to throw me off. No. Instead, he’s loving having me against his flank.
And me? I already know this will be my favorite ride.
Oh. I’m getting that feeling. The sensation is building. Am I going to come?Stop thinking!I look at him and an unspoken message passes from me to him. His eyes change. His expression changes. He lets loose what I didn’t realize he was holding back.
Ohhhhh. He pumps hard now. Faster and harder.
