Chapter 12
Carina
Thank you, God, for putting this man in my way. Thank you.
Millions of delicious feelings course through my body as I struggle to catch my breath after the most earth-shattering climax of my life. A thought slams into me. “What about you?”
“You want to pleasure me?”
“After what you did to me… to my body… it would be unfair not to return the favor.”
The way I’m begging, you’d think I was a pro. It was never like this with my ex. Then again, he never made me feel like I was coming undone stitch-by-stitch like Rhett just did. This sexy cowboy brings out a whole other person in me.
“And how do you plan on doing that?” His voice is hoarse.
My eyes drop to his crotch.
“You want me to fuck your mouth?”
Good God.
“It’s a simple yes or no, Carina.”
“You’re so—”
“Forward?”
I nod.
“I’m always uncompromising when it comes to pleasing my lover… especially when she’s so responsive.”
“You mean me?” I point at my chest.
“Since I’m still wearing your sweet juices all over my face, that would be a yes.”
My cheeks flame up.
“From the first day I saw you I’ve been dying to see what your body looks like when you blush,” he says. “You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.”
I’m sure my face—and my whole body—is beet red now.
“I’ve never met anyone who’s ever made me feel this—”
“Beautiful?”
“Exactly.”
“You’ve already said that. It saddens me your ex-lovers have neglected you.”
“Not lovers.”
He knits his eyebrows together.
I chew the inside of my cheek. “I’ve only been with one guy.”
“Good thing fate brought us together.”
“Thank you, fate.” I grin.
He grins right back.
“So, back to my question… do you intend on pleasing me by allowing me to fuck your mouth?”
I avert my gaze.
He slides his finger between my pussy lips, reminding me how sensitive I still am.
I flinch. “Not fair.”
“Not the answer I was looking for either.”
“I want to… but I might not be the best at it.”
“Let’s do it together.”
“You don’t mind my inexperience?”
“I don’t mind being the first to show you what your filthy mouth can do.”
“I like the way you frame it.” I laugh.
“Have you ever swallowed before?”
I hesitate for a beat before asking, “Is that a deal breaker?”
“It means I get to christen your throat.”
My head is spinning by how one minute he can be the perfect gentleman and the next, a domineering lover. My lover.
A feral flicker glints in his eyes. “On your knees.”
I should’ve known.
Despite the nervous current pumping through my veins, I manage to kneel in between his parted legs. I peer up at him through my lashes and wait for him to tell me what to do.
“Pull my shirt out of my jeans and unbutton it.”
I don’t hesitate.
“Unbuckle my belt and lower the zipper.”
When I do, he lifts his hips off the chair.
Without asking, I already know what I’m supposed to do next.
I lower his jeans to his knees.
“All the way down to my ankles.” I’m just about to do as I’m told, but his words stop me. “You forgot the boxer briefs.”
I correct my wrongdoing.
As I slide his boxer briefs down, his cock pops out. The bulbous head is painted with pre-cum. Large, rigid veins throb on his cock like an invitation.
Whoa.
I’m amazed by its impressive size. Out by the firepit, he felt much bigger than my ex, but now with my eyes fixed on his masterpiece, I gasp. Rhett’s cock is not only long, but his generous girth is intimidating.
Big feet.
Big hands.
Big cock.
I meet his gaze. “How is it ever going to fit?” In my mouth or my pussy?
“One inch at a time.”
I shake my head. “You got me.”
“If we take it slow, everything will be just fine.”
His reassurance calms me down somewhat. “Okay.”
“Did your ex ever fuck you there?” His finger trails between my breasts.
I lower my chin to my chest. “Never.”
“Shame. I’ve never seen tits like yours before.”
“Good? Bad?”
“Fucking amazing.” He grins.
I can’t help but do the same. “I always thought they were too big.”
“Wash your mouth out with soap.” His outraged expression is hilarious. “Those are abso-fucking-lutely perfect.”
“Thanks.” I giggle.
“I want to see my cock slide between your tits.”
“Oh.”
“I want to feel them pressed against my cock leaving me no other choice but to explode.”
“That sounds perverted,” I say in a low voice.
“I can assure you it is, but in the best possible way. And there’s one more thing.”
“Wh—what?”
What he’s shared so far is already a lot to handle.
“I want to jet my warm cum all over those glorious tits, marking them for the very first time.”
With both hands, he gropes my breasts, forcing a groan out of me. “Rhett.”
“I lied. There’s one more thing.”
“I don’t think I can handle more.”
“Too bad I’m in a sharing mood. I can’t wait to feel your tits pressed against my chest, your nipples teasing my chest hair while I stretch your pussy with my cock. I don’t know if I’ll survive the experience, Carina.”
He presses my nipples between his fingers and twists them. And the most amazing thing happens.
I’m coming again.
I gasp as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
God.
I pant hard, shocked by what just happened.
“Did you just come?” I register the amazement in his voice.
I close my eyes and bite my lower lip as embarrassment washes over me. “I think so.”
“Jesus, you’re so sensitive. It’s like every nerve on your body has been waiting for my touch.”
In many ways they have.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He leans forward, grabs me by the back of the head and crushes my lips with his in a heated kiss.
“You’re amazing,” he says, breaking our embrace. “Look what you did to me.” He moves his focus to his cock. “I’m even harder now… and ready to fuck your pretty mouth.”
“I don’t want to screw this up.”
“Hey, you won’t. We’re in this together.” His voice has lost its dominant edge.
“Okay.”
He fists the base of his cock and squeezes it hard. A few more beads of pre-cum drip from the head. “I need that mouth on my cock.”
Just as I’m about to obey his command, he lets go of his cock.
I look up, confused.
“You want to pleasure me or not?”
“I do.”
“You do all the work,” he says.
Rhett places his hands on his thighs, not bothering to hold his cock for me. Instead, he sits back and looks down at me.
I clear my throat.
Okay.
I lean forward.
His eyes are on me, watching as I run my tongue from his base to his tip in one long motion.
“Oh fuck.” Rhett’s fingers dig into his muscular thighs. “Mmm, yeah. Tease me right there... the underside of my cock is the most sensitive.”
I didn’t know.
Fueled, I trace lines along his cock before switching to tracing delicate circles around his bulbous crown.
“If you don’t look up at me, I’m going to start thinking you’re not enjoying this.”
But I am.
My eyes shoot up to his.
“Better,” he says. “It’s going to be quite a rush to come with those big beautiful blue eyes staring at me. A country boy could get lost in them, Carina,” he says in a strained voice.
I smile against his cock before resuming my mission.
“Your tongue is so smooth, soft, and slick. I’m sure I could come with just your gentle licks, but I need more.”
I unlatch my lips from his cock. “Tell me what you need.”
“For starters, your pretty little mouth sucking the hell out of me. I’ll tell you the rest on a need-to-know basis.”
I lower my head, fist his cock, bring it to my mouth, and close my lips around it.
I try to slide my mouth down his cock, but his girth is a challenge.
My eyes tear up in my effort, but I’m not about to give up.
I try harder, taking him an inch at a time.
When I reach the halfway point, I bob up and down.
His hands pull my mane back, allowing me free range of motion. “You’re such an obedient little one. Watching your head move eagerly between my thighs is so darn hot.”
His words send a surge of fire between my legs and I moan around his cock.
I’m wet. Again.
My greedy clit throbs with excitement.
I can’t believe this.
“You’re doing a fucking great job, darlin’.”
Rhett’s hips and legs are practically vibrating.
Pride washes over me.
“Oh, Jesus, I can’t hold back.” He grunts. “I just can’t.”
I don’t understand what he means at first, but when he tilts his hips forward, I do. He thrusts into my mouth like a madman, holding the back of my head still, forcing me to swallow his huge cock. I choke when he hits the back of my throat and more tears roll down my face.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Too much?”
I pull my lips off his cock. “You’re a lot to take in, but I’ll get used to it.”
“Do you need a minute?”
“I don’t want to stop,” I say with the utmost conviction.
“You sure?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“You want to continue?”
“I do.”
“That’s my girl.”
I frown.
“What?”
“I shouldn’t like hearing you say that this much since I barely know you.”
“Say what?”
“My girl.”
“I barely know you too, but I feel a connection—no, an overpowering attraction—to you, like never before… so yeah, for me, you’re my girl … if you’ll have me as your guy.”
Holy Jesus.
Why the hell did it take me this long to move to this part of the country?
“You want to be my guy?” I repeat his words to make sure I’m not dreaming. Or delusional.
“I do, Carina.”
Being naked on your knees when a guy makes that kind of confession might not be the norm, but you wouldn’t believe how sexy it is.
“I want that…” I say. “The attraction is mutual.”
“Good.” He flashes me his trademark pantie-melting smile. “Your guy’s cock needs some attention.”
“I’m right on it.”
I wrap my lips around his cock again and bob my head up and down his long cock.
Rhett threads his hands through my hair and holds me down over his cock, pushing up with his hips. I feel every hungry vein on his cock rubbing against my tongue and the roof of my mouth.
I never knew it could feel this hot.
He’s relentless in his pursuit and doesn’t stop thrusting until he hits the back of my throat.
I choke and gag, but I keep swallowing his cock.
“Oh, Christ.” He slides back out. “Fuck, I’ve never been this hard in my life.”