Wrangler (22 page)

“I don’t think we should. Not out here.”

“Shhhhh.”  His finger presses on my lips, then is replaced by his mouth, taking any more words and stifling them. 

I manage to mutter during a breath, “We’re outside, where someone could see.”

Chad’s hands tighten my wrists behind my back, locking them so that I can’t move. “I’m going to fuck you, Rachel.  Who’s going to see?  A few crows?” My skin ripples with chilled goose bumps. Chad’s sparkling blue eyes pin me below him in the most intense gaze.  His brow comes together and his face is fierce.

“Tell me you’re not wet right now, Dove.  Tell me that and I’ll stop.”

My heart is bursting, and my belly and chest are as tight as a trap ready to spring. 

There is no denying the soaking fabric between my legs.

“That’s what I thought. Get down, Rachel...you’re going to show me what your knees are for today.”

His hand releases my wrists, pressing down on my shoulders. Firm, but I could refuse. If I wanted to.

“I’ve never...” 

His calm dominance makes me drunk.  I’m light-headed, floating in the moment. But I want to do this, more than I could have imagined.

“Don’t talk, undo my pants.”

My fingers are shaking as I slide the silver pin from the leather belt, loosening it. I watch as the skin stretches over the muscle with each breath.  My own flesh between my legs aches, knowing what’s coming.

I inch the zipper down, the outline of a giant erection pressing against the blue cloth of his jeans. 

“Pull them down.”

He’s guiding me.  Telling me what to do and I love it more than I probably should.

My shaking hands slip under the waist of the jeans and underwear, time slowing as I slide the fabric lower and lower.  The head of his hard cock catches on the elastic of the boxers and I can’t believe when my mouth starts to water thinking of what I’m about to do.

Chad’s hand comes down to set his erection free, grasping its enormous length and stroking it in front of my face.  He presses the giant swollen member lower, holding it ready for me.

“I don’t know how, I’ve never...”

“I’ll teach you how to please me, Dove.  Open your mouth,” he growls.

My body shudders with each harsh word he utters.  Part of me thinks I should defy him, but it’s not possible.  His words own me, it seems impossible to resist his power right now.

“Now, Dove.  Tongue first.  I want to see you love what you’re doing.  Lick that little drop there, then work your tongue around and around, get me good and wet.”

Kneeling in front of him and opening my mouth like this, tension builds in my core. I’m on edge, waiting for the first touch of a cock to my mouth.

Chad doesn’t hesitate. He directs the engorged head and it slides over my lips, the sensation spinning my insides, my flesh erupting in a wave of sweat.  The head is hard, but at the same time soft and spongy, tasting of something I could only imagine is the flavor of a man’s lust.  The taste infuses me with swirling desire.  I’m about to give my first blow job, right here, out it the open field, with this sculpted god standing over me.

“God, good girl, Dove.  Let me see your tongue soak my shaft, darlin’.”

Doing what he says, the textures of the skin on my tongue entrances me.  The snaking vein on the top standing out high as I kiss and lick until his massive erection is covered in my saliva.

He is not gentle, as he drives the length of his cock several inches into my mouth with his first thrust, and I move my tongue inside my mouth, feeling the thick veins and the swollen ridge around the base of the head.  Wetting the beast more as it tunnels its way into my throat, I know there is no way I could take the entire thing. It’s too long, my mouth opening as wide as I can just to circle around. 

My lips wrap themselves around my teeth, protecting him from them as his slick, smooth skin slides easily through my wet lips.  My body clenches inside while the lips of my pussy tingle below. 

Chad’s hands slide across my cheeks, pressing my hair back and holding onto the sides of my head. “Holy shit.  That’s good, Rachel.”

His encouragement helps and my pussy clenches, driving my own fluid out into my panties. The sound of his deep voice full of lust makes my heart thump so hard I think I’m going to pass out.  I never dreamed I would want to be dominated like this. Conquered. Owned. But it makes my body soften, ready to do anything that he demands.

His hips thrust forward, the tip of his cock driving into my throat, gagging me, but he doesn’t stop. His firm grip holds my head in place as he slides the length out again. When I feel the ridges of the swollen head on my tongue, I swirl around him, teasing and caressing. Then he plunges back inside, deeper and harder, over and over.  I can’t breathe, tears are running down my cheeks and saliva drips from my chin.

I suck until the hollows of my cheeks can be no deeper.  I have only read in magazines about this, giving a blow job, but I want to please him. I try to remember anything and everything I’ve read.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it.”  I hear small moans and whispers coming from Chad.  I suck as if I might be able to milk the cum out of him, moving back and forth so that the head of his cock keeps almost popping out of my mouth, making sucking sounds that echo around my head.

The waistband of his jeans sits just below his hips, and my fingers dig into it, twisting themselves into the fabric like I might fall if I lose my grip. I try in vain to pull him back, away from me, so that I might catch a full breath, but he doesn’t surrender. 

His hips buck forward and back, fucking my face like he owns me. Kneeling in front of his power, I struggle, figuring out I have to gasp for air through my nose each time he pulls forward.  I hear the sounds of pleasure coming from above as I adjust to his pace, sucking hard, using my tongue and sucking in air each time he withdraws.

Knowing I’m pleasing him turns me on, the adrenaline rushing through my body like an athlete at the finish line. Pride swells within me just knowing that I’m doing this right.  The aching between my own legs increases with the intensity of his plunging cock.  The tip of the phallus that fills my mouth swells even more, the ridge around the head growing more and more defined and a taste of salt tickles my tongue.

“Goddamn...”  Chad’s blue eyes watch me with awe and it makes me want to please him even more.  Then his weight shifts back.

My mouth is suddenly empty. Trickles of spit fall from my chin. I gasp for air as my throat and mouth are suddenly free to consume oxygen again.

CHAD

I
can’t keep my mouth off her pussy.

The way she took my cock was almost more than a mortal man could take, but I need her pleasure always before mine.  So I dragged my dick, kicking and screaming, from her succulent, marauding mouth. I jerked her boots off and ripped her jeans from her kicking legs.

When I tossed them into the fresh cut hay field, I didn’t even take note of where they were going. Then I settled my greedy tongue deep inside.

“So good, Dove. I never want to leave,” I mumble into her hot folds.  “Your cunt branded me that first night and I’ll never be the same.”  I curl two fingers inside her dripping canal and settle my lips over her clit, pinching and licking until she’s keening and riding my face like a tempest.

I let my fingers fall out of her, take both hands and lift her ass, grinding her opening into my mouth. She’s as sweet as the first time and as hot as fire as I lap at her like a parched junkyard dog.

I moan right with her as she lifts off, drenching my face and scaring up a few crows out in the field. They take flight and flap away along with the last of her raw voice in the breeze.  I settle her hips back down when she stops twitching and shaking, still sucking at her opening and swallowing every drop she offers.

My hands work my hard-on, trying to calm him down, but they can’t work as quick as they might while I’m still giving her long slow licks with my tongue.

“God.”  Her breathy, shaking voice is almost as seductive as seeing her here spread open for me under the blue sky.

I calm my dripping boy with a few more strokes of my hand, feeling the need ignite the animal in me.  The feverish need to love her, and have her give herself to me over and over.

It’s a sickness and she’s the only thing that can soothe the symptoms.

“Over, Dove,” I grunt, eager for her. I need her right now.  “Right here, bend over and hold on.”

Her scent fills my nose and has become a permanent part of me.  Its claws dig into me, telling me to do things, and I’m at its mercy.

I help her up and over, watching each sway and movement of her tits as she shifts into the position where I’m about to fuck her like an animal.  Bent over and raw.

I’m kissing my way up and down her back as I nudge the head of my cock between her creamy outer lips, slipping and sliding it up and down because I love seeing her juice glisten on me. 

Her upturned ass is quivering, needy and shaking just for me. I’m in fucking heaven.

“You ready, Dove?  Because in a second you’re going take it all, so make sure you’ve got a tight hold.”

With that I sink into her with a steel boner that’s ready to spit the second I feel her walls clench around me.  Her fingertips curl to hold onto the tailgate as I glide in one stroke until I tap at her cervix.  She lets out that special kind of sound letting me know she’s full and she’s dancing on that line between pleasure and pain.

From there I’m in beast mode, one hand twisting into her hair. I want to ride her hard.  I can’t help it, I need to fuck her as hard as I love her and I pray she understands.

“Fuck yes, Dove.”  Her walls are sucking at me already, her moans and my grunts filling my ears as I slam into her.  She’s still tight as fuck, and from the kinds of yelpy pleasure sounds she’s making, I’m hitting it deep and tearing up her pussy a bit more than the other night.  “Fuck back into me, I want to see you take what’s yours.  Make me cum, Dove, show me you want my cum inside you.”

She hesitates, then takes me, moving her full hips to and fro, her gobbling pussy almost more than my dick can take.  Nothing is more captivating than seeing her own her pleasure, seeing her want me as much as I want her.

She’s soaking me and moving her ass back and forth as I watch my dick disappear and reappear from her drenched pink pull of her opening.  Her cunt splays open and shut on my wet shaft and I’m hypnotized as I watch, pulling her head back by her hair as her body grips me like a silken iron fist.

I drop one hand from her hip, reach around and find her clit, two fingers rubbing in a circle in time with the slaps of her ass against my hips. The sucking sounds of my dick being eaten stroke by stroke inside the perfection of her body is like paradise.

“Cum on my cock, babe. I need to feel it, I won’t cum until you do. You are my muse, Dove.”

I tug at her hair like a caveman, lean in and angle my hips, meeting her backward motion with my forward, driving every inch inside her until her pussy clamps down, a rush of warm wetness streams around my cock, dripping down my balls and she takes flight.  Her orgasm wrapping me in a flush of her heat.

“Chad.”  The sound of my name on her lips out here in the wide open field as she cums sets me off.

My ride is over, my balls nearly climbing inside me. I ram into her with full force, pinching her clit and setting her off in another ripple of her climax.

My balls give a final yeehaw and I cum so hard I whimper, my knees buckle and I nearly take us both down with me.  My thigh muscles turn to jelly and I think I may have just called for my mama.

“Goddamn, babe, my cock will never have its fill of you, you know that?  Your pussy’s milking me like the winning heifer at the fair.  You want hot cum, don’t you, Dove?  Take it, it all belongs to you anyway.”

She hums and her body relaxes and I set myself just a bit deeper so my cum stays put as she lets out a little yelp. 

“Ow.  That hurts,” she hisses, arching up and pushing onto her tiptoes to grant her some relief. 

I ease back and I can’t help but swell with pride when she follows me backward. 

“Hurts good, Dove, doesn’t it?  Tell me you want it.  I need to hear you.  Tell me I’m the only man that will ever have you like this.” 

I draw back and push forward, giving it all to her until there is nowhere for her to go. My dick is still hard, ready for another round, not tapping out just yet. I want to hear her cum again.  It’s the most beautiful noise I’ve ever heard.  I want her to crave me; I want her to know no other man will ever give her what I can.

She’s pinned in place, pushing back just as hard and holding me tight. I can feel each breath she takes on my dick, and I know that we are connected.

“Only you...”

It’s all she can manage, but it’s not enough.  “Dove, tell me I’m the only one.  No one else ever.”

I drive the words home with small thrusts, thumping somewhere against her cervix, and in my mind she opens for me.  I feel our combined fluids dripping out of her, but I hold tight since I want that cum inside her, staking my claim.