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finish it with you in my arms . . . preferably naked.” He took hold of the ends of my nightgown. With one fluid move, he had it up and off my head. He pushed the thong down next.
Before I could feel self-conscious enough to bring my hands up and across my breasts, he swept me up into his arms.
His hat stayed low, shading his green eyes as he carried me to the bed. He plopped me down on the mattress and flicked his hat off before climbing in next to me. I stretched back on the pillows.
He rolled toward me with a gleam in his eyes. “What’s that phrase?” He took hold of my waist and swung me over to straddle him. “Think it’s Cowgirl Up.”
I pressed my hands against his chest. “Think that pertains to climbing up on a horse.”
He reached up to caress my breasts. “I can give you a much better ride than any ole’ horse.”
“Yeah? Let’s see.” I leaned down to kiss him and scooted my body back so that his cock pressed urgently against my pussy.
Jackson’s hands reached down and took a firm hold of my ass. “Slide that pussy down over me, baby,” he growled against my mouth. “I want to feel it swallow me, hold me, milk me.”
I lifted my face and tilted a grin at him. “A girl could really get used to that cowboy style dirty talk.”
“Then, come on, baby, and put me out of my misery. I want you so bad, I’m ready to come just looking at you.”
He held my ass firmly in his hands, spreading me wide as I maneuvered my body against his erection. Slowly, I eased down over him, closing my eyes to revel in every glorious, slick inch of him as he filled my pussy. I rested back for a moment to feel the entire length of him inside me, pushing my hands against his chest to brace myself, even as his hands tugged at my ass.
I leaned forward and reached up above his head, hanging my breasts over his face as I grabbed hold of the mahogany headboard.
“I fucking love your nipples, baby.” He lifted his head temporarily to attend to each nipple with a tease of his tongue.
I slid my body over him, my pussy gloving his cock again and again. His fingers pressed deeper against the crack of my ass, penetrating my anus as I pushed against the pressure of his hands. He held me tightly, stretching my pussy back so my clit could rub firmly against the base of his cock.
I shut my eyes and curled my fingers against him like fists, concentrating solely on the intimate connection between us. He impaled my ass with his finger as I stroked his cock with my pussy. My thighs squeezed tightly against his hips, holding him as if I’d never let him go. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I moved my hips. His hands worked with me, to keep me solid over him. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm as he lifted his hips to meet me every time I ground down over him.
“Oh, Jackson, my head is spinning,” I sighed.
He held me firmly over him, and I pushed down hard as his cock pushed deep. My body trembled and my pussy tightened around him, clinging to him to feel every sensation as I climaxed.
I had a hard time keeping my arms steady as I braced against him. He moved faster and harder. His hands took hold of my waist, and he lifted me off of him. “Baby, I want to take you on your hands and knees. Please.”
I rose up on my hands and knees. The entire mattress shifted with his weight as he circled behind me. I had no time to catch my breath or gain composure before he took firm hold of my hips and thrust his cock inside of me, the new angle letting him reach new, deep pockets of pleasure.
He moved with a fury that made the bed creak and the headboard beat a rhythm against the wall. I worried what Coco might be thinking but then she was the one to leave me the extremely sexy lingerie. I had a wild thought that she had set this all up.
I gripped the sheets as a sweet ache, that delectable pain that came from a lot of sex, filled my body.
“Damn, baby, you are fucking beautiful on your hands and knees.” Jackson’s deep
Before I could feel self-conscious enough to bring my hands up and across my breasts, he swept me up into his arms.
His hat stayed low, shading his green eyes as he carried me to the bed. He plopped me down on the mattress and flicked his hat off before climbing in next to me. I stretched back on the pillows.
He rolled toward me with a gleam in his eyes. “What’s that phrase?” He took hold of my waist and swung me over to straddle him. “Think it’s Cowgirl Up.”
I pressed my hands against his chest. “Think that pertains to climbing up on a horse.”
He reached up to caress my breasts. “I can give you a much better ride than any ole’ horse.”
“Yeah? Let’s see.” I leaned down to kiss him and scooted my body back so that his cock pressed urgently against my pussy.
Jackson’s hands reached down and took a firm hold of my ass. “Slide that pussy down over me, baby,” he growled against my mouth. “I want to feel it swallow me, hold me, milk me.”
I lifted my face and tilted a grin at him. “A girl could really get used to that cowboy style dirty talk.”
“Then, come on, baby, and put me out of my misery. I want you so bad, I’m ready to come just looking at you.”
He held my ass firmly in his hands, spreading me wide as I maneuvered my body against his erection. Slowly, I eased down over him, closing my eyes to revel in every glorious, slick inch of him as he filled my pussy. I rested back for a moment to feel the entire length of him inside me, pushing my hands against his chest to brace myself, even as his hands tugged at my ass.
I leaned forward and reached up above his head, hanging my breasts over his face as I grabbed hold of the mahogany headboard.
“I fucking love your nipples, baby.” He lifted his head temporarily to attend to each nipple with a tease of his tongue.
I slid my body over him, my pussy gloving his cock again and again. His fingers pressed deeper against the crack of my ass, penetrating my anus as I pushed against the pressure of his hands. He held me tightly, stretching my pussy back so my clit could rub firmly against the base of his cock.
I shut my eyes and curled my fingers against him like fists, concentrating solely on the intimate connection between us. He impaled my ass with his finger as I stroked his cock with my pussy. My thighs squeezed tightly against his hips, holding him as if I’d never let him go. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I moved my hips. His hands worked with me, to keep me solid over him. Our bodies moved in perfect rhythm as he lifted his hips to meet me every time I ground down over him.
“Oh, Jackson, my head is spinning,” I sighed.
He held me firmly over him, and I pushed down hard as his cock pushed deep. My body trembled and my pussy tightened around him, clinging to him to feel every sensation as I climaxed.
I had a hard time keeping my arms steady as I braced against him. He moved faster and harder. His hands took hold of my waist, and he lifted me off of him. “Baby, I want to take you on your hands and knees. Please.”
I rose up on my hands and knees. The entire mattress shifted with his weight as he circled behind me. I had no time to catch my breath or gain composure before he took firm hold of my hips and thrust his cock inside of me, the new angle letting him reach new, deep pockets of pleasure.
He moved with a fury that made the bed creak and the headboard beat a rhythm against the wall. I worried what Coco might be thinking but then she was the one to leave me the extremely sexy lingerie. I had a wild thought that she had set this all up.
I gripped the sheets as a sweet ache, that delectable pain that came from a lot of sex, filled my body.
“Damn, baby, you are fucking beautiful on your hands and knees.” Jackson’s deep
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