28. Nathan
28
NATHAN
Candice Wilson is spread out before me like a fucking feast, her round ass parted, her pink cunt on display just for me. I land a light slap on one of her cheeks because I can’t help myself, and she responds by moaning in pleasure.
“Again?” I ask.
“Yes, please.”
I slap her lightly a second time, watching in satisfaction as her flesh bounces and then reddens.
“You’ve been a good slut, though,” I say. “You don’t deserve punishment. What you deserve is my cock filling your soaking cunt.”
I move between her legs and position myself at her entrance, nudging her pussy with my tip.
“Wait.”
I stop moving immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she says.
I’m confused and concerned for a moment. But then she takes her trademark black hat off, and twists around.
She places it on top of my head, and grinning, says, “Wear the hat, ride the cowgirl, right?”
My God. This woman. There isn’t another one like her in the entire damn world.
“Turn around and spread your legs. Right now,” I tell her.
“Who knew joking was the way to your heart. I mean cock.”
She laughs a bit, and I do too. It’s the type of thing that never happens to me during sex, but it feels good. I hardly ever sleep with the same woman more than once, so there’s never any time to build up a rapport together. To laugh together. And Kerry wasn’t one for joking around.
Candice turns around and I reposition myself between her legs. I go slow, filling her inch by inch, and nearly black out from the tight, hot feel of her gripping my cock.
“Is that okay?” I ask, pushing in a little further.
She moans, and pushes her hips back against me, seeking another inch of my cock.
“See what I mean, honey? You have a greedy cunt. It’s dripping for me, begging me to fuck it.”
“Please,” she moans.
That’s all I need to hear—I give her exactly what she wants, and push all the way in, filling her completely. I give her a moment to adjust to me.
“Nathan,” she breathes. “I’m so full.”
“Has anyone ever fucked you like this?”
“No. Only you.”
“I’ll go easy on you, honey, and give you time to adjust. If anything hurts or feels like too much, you tell me, okay?”
I start moving, slowly and gently, rocking in and out of her. Her pussy is tight around my thick girth, and every pump into her feels like the sweetest torture. Candice is only a few inches shorter than I am, so we fit together perfectly, and I’m able to reach in front of her and rub her clit as I thrust into her from behind.
She moans, and lets out a string of incoherent words as I start massaging her clit in small circles.
“That’s it. Come apart on my fingers and my cock,” I tell her. “I want to watch you fall apart while stuffed full of me. I want you coming on my cock so hard you beg me for more.”
“Please, more, more,” she pants. “Fuck me harder. I need to feel more of you. I’m ready.”
I thrust into her harder, picking up the pace. I rub her clit harder, too, and she starts to buckle under me, the orgasm starting to sweep through her body. Her breathy moans fill the cabin, and my cock jerks inside of her, her pussy squeezing it as she comes around me.
“Give me more,” I say, and continue to thrust into her while playing with her clit. “I want you to come again.”
“Yes, yes,” she cries out, pushing back against me, seeking more friction.
“Good girl. I said I wanted to own all of your orgasms today, and I meant it. Tell me what you need.”
“Touch me slowly. Gently. Like you did before.” She says this without hesitation, and it strikes me that Candice might be inexperienced, but she knows exactly what she wants, and she’s gotten better at expressing it, too. It makes me proud of her.
I do as she says, even though my cock is screaming for release. But I want to see her come apart again, and I know my own release will be even sweeter for it. With feather light touches, I circle her clit, and slowly fuck her with my cock, hitting her just right to stimulate her G-spot.
“You feel that? That’s the place inside you that I’m gonna use to make you see stars, Viper. I’m gonna make you forget your own fucking name. I’m gonna make this cunt belong to me completely.”
I pick up the pace a bit, grinding into her harder and harder, my fingers circling her faster and faster. She starts to come again, her body jerking and shaking around me. I hold her steady on my cock, moving my hips faster and faster as her pleasure consumes us both. My cock starts to spurt and I pump into her even harder, and I groan as my cum jets out.
We stand there for a moment and then Candice starts to collapse, her muscles finally giving out. I catch her and help her over to the small cot in the corner of the cabin, and we lay down on it together, our bodies curving around one another. I pull her against my chest and her soft hair brushes against me. It makes my heart swell with some emotion that I can’t remember ever having felt.
“I’ll take this back now,” she murmurs. She reaches up and takes the black Stetson off my head. She places it carefully on the small bedside table.
“You love that hat.” I’ve noticed that she’s hardly ever without it, and that she has a reverence for it that surpasses that of even the most traditional cowboys.
“You’re very observant. It’s nice.” Her voice sounds sleepy, and I can tell she’s almost out.
“Why do you love that hat so much, Candice?”
“It was my grandfather’s,” she says quietly. “He gave it to me right before he died.”
The breath empties out of me.
It’s her grandfather’s hat. And she let me wear it.