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F uck me. I’m going to fucking lose it. The walls of her dripping wet pussy flutter and grab my cock as she writhes and moans through her orgasm, calling out my name. It’s the hottest, most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

I keep pounding her, but I can feel myself letting go. My vision is starting to blur.

“Come for me, Tanner,” she screams, clenching me even tighter inside her, digging her nails into me. “Make me fucking yours.”

I let go, making one last deep thrust to the hilt as I can feel myself draining into her. My throbbing, pulsing cock held tightly by her. I can feel her tighten again, as if she wants me to stay buried in her like this forever. I wouldn’t mind that. I could just live in this moment. Her hands rest on my back, her nails now just barely digging into me as she softly kisses my neck.

Yep. I could stay here forever.

“God damnit, Ronni,” I say, my head turned towards her, kissing her hair, “you’re unreal.”

I slowly roll off of her, admiring the view of her flush, sweaty body. Her nipples taunting me through the bralette I somehow left on. Our bodies are pressed against each other as we lay on our sides.

“You aren’t too shabby yourself,” she says, batting her lashes and flashing that intoxicatingly soft smile. Her hazel eyes cut right to my heart.

Fuck, I love this woman. I’ve always known that, but now it’s so real. Something I feel through my entire body.

I run a finger down her cheek, holding her chin between it and my thumb. Her mouth is so sexy. I think about how good it looked wrapped around my dick the other night. I can already feel myself start to get hard again, desperate for more of her.

She hums softly, pressing her thigh against me. “Did you not get enough?” Her voice is now low and sultry.

“I could never get enough of you. Ever.” I pull her against me, kissing her forehead.

“Good,” she says, pushing me away and onto my back.

Before I realize it, she’s on top of me. Grinning down at me with her long brown hair over her shoulders, dangling in front of her breasts.

“It’s my turn to make you mine ,” she purrs, grinning as she reaches for her bralette, pulling it over her head and flinging it on the floor.

Fuck me. I’m definitely hard again.

I can feel her dripping wet pussy pressed against my shaft, my own release running down her thigh. But I’m aching just as bad as her. I raise my hips, straining to grind myself against her, hungry to be back inside her.

I look up at her, admiring her perky tits, her pink nipples raised. I run my fingers up to them, cupping them in my hands. She holds her hands over mine for a second before looking at me, her beautiful smile turning mischievous. She grabs my wrists, pushing my hands back down to the pillow on either side of my head, holding them there. Her tits are inches from my face and all I want to do is put them in my mouth.

“Now, now,” she tsks playfully, her voice impossibly seductive, “it’s my turn to make you lose control.”

Jesus Christ. Where did this come from? Nope. I don’t even care. I’m fucking into it.

She cranes her neck so she can reach my lips, biting and tugging the lower one. I groan at how much I want her to put my aching dick back in her. She starts to slide her slick, wet slit up and down my shaft. With each rock of her hips, I know she’s teasing her clit and it makes me want her so bad.

“Fucking hell, Ronni. I need you so bad, all of you.” My voice is broken and I’m barely able to get the words out.

“Tell me what you need,” she says, emphasizing each word before she leans down over my face, running her hard nipples over my cheeks, making me shudder. She lets go of my wrists and works down my chest, kissing my abs, before stopping just above my pulsing cock. Her eyes are on fire, filled with ravenous desire. “I said tell me what you need.”

I look down at her, my mouth gaping as I take in the unashamedly sexy, confident woman of my dreams. Literally, the woman of my teenage wet dreams. “You. I need you. I need to be in you.” My voice is practically breaking when she takes her eyes off of mine and lowers her mouth onto my cock. She swirls her tongue over the head of my cock before slowly running her mouth down my length, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me, hard. I nearly fucking shatter, slamming my head back into the pillow.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Ronni.” My breathing is labored.

She looks back up at me, my cock slipping from her mouth with a popping sound as she momentarily takes mercy on me, lacing the fingers of her hands through mine as she rises up to straddle me again.

“What Tanner, did you like that?” She looks down at me as she grabs my wrists again, pinning them back behind my head.

She lets go with one hand and raises herself up just enough to grab my cock with her hand, notching my tip just at her dripping wet entrance.

My whole body shakes as I nod, grinning ear to ear.

“Now, I’m gonna ride you until we both come, ok?” she says, giving me the most playful bedroom eyes I could imagine.

“Fuck. Anything for you, good girl,” I stammer, pressing my hips into her, desperate to feel her take every inch of me.

She leans forward, running her breasts over my face again as she slowly starts to work her wet pussy down me. With each rock of her hips, she takes more and more of me until she’s finally taking all of it. I look down through her tits, between our bodies and watch as she rides up and down on me. It’s so fucking hot, watching how she’s grinding her clit on my shaft with each stroke, her wetness visible and shining on me.

“I’m… I’m not going to last very long if you keep that up,” I say, breathing on her tits right in front of me.

“Good, I’m already so close. You fill me so good, Tanner,” she whimpers between panting breaths. She picks up the pace, riding me harder and harder, her tits in my face driving me insane. She’s still pinning my hands and I just want to grab those perky tits.

“Put them in your mouth. Tease them. Please, I’m so close. Suck on them. I know you want to,” she says, watching my eyes glued to her breasts inches from my face. God damn, this girl is in my head, reading my thoughts.

My tongue grazes her nipples and she moans in approval. And fuck me, I’m losing it. I thrust into her, rocking hard trying to match the rhythm of her hips.

“Yes, fuck me. Pound my little pussy,” she demands through gritted teeth.

Her words ruin me. My whole body flinching wildly under her as I come. I keep thrusting though, my cum mixed with her own arousal, dying to watch her let go again.

“I’m yours. You made me yours,” I say, my voice tattered into shreds and raspy as fuck. She doesn’t know it yet, not fully, but I’ve always been hers.

I can feel her walls clench around me at my voice, making me shudder again. She’s bucking on top of me at a wilder and more frantic pace as she comes.

God damnit. I didn’t think she could get hotter but fuck, she’s a goddess riding me like this. She’s so confident, so relaxed, but still so intense somehow. It feels like my worlds are colliding. It’s like watching her let go on the mountain, the way she skis so confidently and relaxed, except now she’s letting herself go on me and it’s the best thing in the world.

She rides her orgasm out before collapsing onto me, releasing my hands. Both of us are drenched in sweat. I wrap my arms around her, cupping the back of her neck, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head.

“You are just full of surprises,” I say.

“Glad you enjoyed that. I guess I have a little cowgirl in me that needed to get out. It’s Wyoming after all,” she says, raising her head to look up at me.

That’s my good girl.

My cowgirl.

My little horny badger.