With his gaze trained on her face, he bit down on the bud. Her back arched, and her hips jerked in his hold.
“Colt,” she wailed as she came.
Avery’s form quaked and trembled. But he wasn’t done savoring her cunt just yet. Colt wanted her weeping, her labia swollen from his attention when he finally released her. He wanted to imprint himself on this wild, free spirit. Make it so that no matter where she went or what she saw, this experience with him would remain with her.
He was possessed by his fervent need to push her body to the extreme, make her climax multiple times just from his mouth and fingers. He brooked her no quarter; thrusting his tongue in her quivering channel and rubbing her clit with his fingers, he shot her body up another cliff, rewarded by her sweet cries and cream flooding his mouth. She gripped his hair nearly to the point of pain and tried to rock her hips, but he held her steady as he loved her.
He used his tongue, teeth, and fingers to bring her to the peak twice more before the pounding need inside him rose to dizzying heights. He rose to his knees and almost ripped his plaid shirt off.
But Avery also rose to her knees as he unbuckled his pants and freed his aching erection. Her hand slid around his swollen dick, and he hissed.
“Lie back, cowboy. It’s my turn to drive you wild,” she murmured.
Normally, Colt was the one giving orders, making a woman conform and surrender all control. But the soft clasp of her hand fisting his shaft made him her willing slave, giving up his control as long as she kept touching him. They shifted until he lay supine on his back. Avery tugged his pants and boxers down to his knees. His cock jutted from his pelvis as she straddled his thighs and circled his cock with her hand. In the starlight, he stared, transfixed.
Her tongue darted out against the head, lapping up the drop of precum. She swirled her tongue around the ridge, tracing the length of his dick from root to tip. Pleasure flooded him. When she sucked the crown into the hot cavern of her mouth, he emitted a guttural groan with a demand. “More, Avery.”
She smiled seductively, her face that of a siren, and sucked his shaft inside. Colt watched through half closed lids. The muscles in his belly quivered at her touch. His eyes rolled back in his head when her free hand caressed his balls while she siphoned his dick in long, fast strokes. When she deepthroated him, he groaned.
Needing to assume control, he threaded his hands into her hair as he pumped his shaft in her mouth. Lightning arced along his spine and pooled in his loins. But he didn’t want to come in her mouth, not this time. He needed to be inside her. Tugging on her head, he grunted, “That’s enough. I need to be in that hot little cunt of yours.”
With her eyes on his, she slowly, painstakingly, released his cock. The vixen crawled up his body, took his shaft in her hand, and fit the crown against her pussy entrance. Their gazes locked. Avery sank down, taking him inside in a single thrust. Her sensitive tissues squeezed his glans, and almost made him blow his wad.
Straddling his hips, she began to ride him, slowly at first, as she found her rhythm. Entranced by the sight of his dick disappearing in her pretty cunt, he stared transfixed at where they were joined. She brought his hands up from her hips to her breasts in an unspoken demand. Avery tossed her head back as he thumbed the turgid peaks. Her thighs clenched his hips as she increased her tempo, surrendering to the madness, to the passion of their joining. His hands slid down to her hips, pumping, stroking up to meet her downward thrusts as need more primal than anything he’d experienced took hold.
She cupped her own tits, and rolled, and pinched her nipples, lost in her own ecstasy. And Colt knew he’d never witnessed a more gorgeous sight than Avery consumed by her desire for him. She was a Venus in her own right—one he didn’t know if he would ever have enough of. If he had his way, they would stay like this for eternity.
The etchings of his climax barreled near as his cock lengthened and his balls drew up taut.
“Look at me,” he commanded in a rough voice.
With her breasts filling her hands, her hips furiously canting and rocking, taking him deep with every thrust, she opened her eyes. In the silver moonlight, her eyes looked like dark liquid pools that he would happily drown in. With his thumb, he flicked her swollen clit. Her pussy spasmed around his plunging cock. Avery tossed her arms out to the sides, her back arched and her head fell back as she sobbed, “Colt.”
He reared up, and closed his arms around her, pumping harder and harder as she trembled and quaked in his arms, clinging to him from the force of her orgasm. He rolled her onto her back, never breaking stride, and the tripwire holding the last of his control in place snapped. Colt pounded inside her quaking heat.
Over and over, he plunged. Her strangled moans against his neck were music to his unleashed beast. He surrounded her with his embrace, their torsos flush against each other while he pummeled her pussy.
“Oh god,” she keened. Her hips bucked, and her cunt spasmed around his ramming cock. The tight clenching ripples catapulted him over the edge.
“Avery, I’m—fuck!” he roared. Colt strained. His cock jolted as he thrust, spurting a hot stream of semen inside her quivering warmth, gushing in a torrent of ecstasy as he filled her cunt.
Stunned at the ferocity of his climax, he nuzzled her neck, still buried inside her. Avery wrapped around his form, holding him tight like she never wanted to let him go, all while aftershocks rattled them. He wondered what she would think of the fact that he wanted to stay right here with her in his arms. That there was no other place in the universe where he would rather be.
When he felt her shift beneath him, he lifted onto his elbows to give her some breathing room. A smiled curled her lips. Her hands trailed lightly over his back. And, wonder of wonders, he felt his dick start to lengthen and harden once more. With a feline look of satisfaction, she met his eyes and murmured, “Well, well, cowboy, I’m impressed. I’d say I was ready for round two, but even I need a little time to recoup after that bout. Give me five minutes to catch my breath, and I’m game.”
He laughed, delighted and aroused and, strangely enough, completely at home. “You’re something, Avery. I, for one, am glad I discovered you squatting on the ranch. You’ve definitely livened things up, and I say we head inside for the next round.”
“Are you ready for brownies? I could use a brownie or two for sustenance before we get started again.” She grinned and wriggled her hips, making him hiss.
“Vixen,” he said as withdrew, and buttoned up his jeans with a slight grimace. He rose to his feet first, before tugging her up into his arms, and carried her to the cabin. “I’ll feed you first, because then I intend to ravish you for the rest of the night, and if a brownie is what will keep your strength up, then so be it.”
She circled his neck with her arms and laid her head against his shoulder. “As long as I get a brownie, I’m all yours.”
Deep down, he wanted that: for Avery to belong to him, and not just for the night. He’d never met another woman like her and doubted, even if he waited a lifetime, that he ever would. And he knew that if he wasn’t careful, he would wind up falling for her, this brave, intelligent, beauty who turned him on with a mere smile.
But it would be a huge mistake to allow his heart to get involved when, soon enough, she would wipe the Colorado dust off her boots and leave him.