9. Stetson
STETSON
Layla’s grown more into a woman than when I last saw her in this position.
She’s beautifully laid out in front of me.
I'm so hard my balls ache. My cock slides up her pussy, the head hitting her clit as she inhales sharply. I’ve never gone bareback.
The thought of Layla’s pussy in the rawest way has my heart hammering out of my chest.
“Stop teasing me,” she whines, her hips angling to catch my tip.
“All yours, Layla.” The head dips in and out slowly. Fuck, she’s tight.
“Give me all of you, Stetson.” She angles herself, moving to take more. Each thrust hits a little deeper as the sensation intensifies with her moans.
“All yours, baby.” My pace remains slow because this feels way too damn good. “Such a perfect pussy.”
“No condom’s wayyy better.” Her hands cup her tits.
“You’ve never gone bare?” Pride warms me.
“Only you, Stetson.” I can’t explain what those words do to me, but life is complete.
“Say it again.” And she does, over and over as each thrust scoots her higher on the bed, her tits bouncing about.
I press down on her lower stomach, and she squeals.
“I knew you’d like that, baby.” Her heels cling to my back letting me have my way with her.
“Yes!” Nails dig into my shoulders as she holds tight. “Ju-just like that.”
“Rub your clit.” Layla’s hand flies south.
“Oh…I––” Incoherent noises fill the room. Her pussy contracts around me, then she stills. One hand clings to my arm while her jaw hangs loose, eyes never leaving mine as she surrenders to the pleasure.
“That’s my girl.” Slowing my rhythm, I bring her leg across so her hips are turned. “Talk about the prettiest view I’ve seen.” The crease between her hip and stomach folds while her breasts bounce.
“Says the hottie with all the muscles.” She smirks, but her arm comes down over the crease of her stomach.
“You’re fucking sexy, Layla.” My hand gently moves her arm as I grab her ass. The bit of fat deepens the small fold as I lift her cheek. “So womanly. Something to grip.” Tightening my hold, I drive into her with more force.
“God, this angle hits perfectly!” Her praise is fuel. “Just like that!”
The look alone is about to have me bust a load. “Come on, baby. I feel you tightening. You’re close.” Her breast fills my hand, as I pinch her nipple in between my knuckles.
“Fuck,” Layla pants, confidently rubbing herself.
“I love the way you sound while I fuck you.” Dirty talk has her squeezing my dick again. “Turn your head. Look how well you’re taking me.” She glances at us in the mirror and her eyes swell with praise. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Stetson! Oh, God.” I thrust through her orgasm as she cries out. My cock slips out, spilling on her hip.
Never has a release made me this lightheaded, seeing stars and tingling from head to toe. Her arms spread out to the side.
“I’ve never come this hard, Layla.” She smiles at my admittance. “Only you’ve made me lose control like that.”
“I’ll do it again.” My smile grows, eyes trailing over her before landing on my mess.
“Stay still, baby.” I head to the bathroom for a warm cloth. Returning, my breath stills. “I’m not an artist but seeing you painted with my cum is definitely my greatest masterpiece.” The view has me hungry for another round. “I wanna paint you every night.”
“I’m sure we can work something out.” She smirks at me. Her statement hits me in the chest.
When I don’t hand her the cloth, she reaches for it. “I can do that.”
“You may be capable, but this is my mess to clean.” I barely finish before she rolls off the bed, scurrying to the bathroom. An off energy lingers. My stomach twists, wondering if she’s feeling differently about what just happened. She seemed to enjoy herself.
“Sorry.” Layla returns with a nervous voice. “I have anxiety about UTIs.” Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. “I got one the first time we had sex. Had no idea I was supposed to pee after.” My stomach drops.
“As if you needed more pain after everything else.” Guilt gnaws my gut, tightening my throat.
“Well…” Her voice lightens. “I have never once forgotten to go to the bathroom after sex again.” Her breathy chuckle fills the room as she falls on the bed. “Today was the best sex of my life, Stetson.” Her head turns as I lay beside her. “Way better than what I can do alone.”
Jesus, woman.
“Do you touch yourself often?” Her eyes shift to her nightstand and mine follow with curiosity. “What’s in that nightstand, sweet girl?”
The blush on her face is quite the contrast to the woman who rubbed her clit in front of me moments ago.
I leave it be and settle beside her. Comfortable silence falls between us as she molds to my body.
“I’m definitely in need of another shower.” Layla giggles, her head resting on my open arm.
“I’ll carry you.” Placing a kiss on the top of her head, I shift to scoop her up. “I wanna watch you come apart with the shower head.”
“You’re crazy!” Her arms wrap around my neck as I stand. “You’ve detonated every nerve ending. My clit is still pulsing.” And I would do it every day.
“Fine. We can shower and eat before you show me what’s in that nightstand of yours.” Her pink cheeks dissipate and the playfulness lights her eyes. Her smirk forms into a grin.
“Deal. Only what I’ve used so far.” I go to question what she hasn’t used and her finger presses to my lip. “Another time we can…explore.” Her lips brush my ear. “Only if you earn it,” she whispers.
Not that an incentive was needed, but I’ll go above and beyond for this woman.