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Authors: Heidi Cullinan
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there.
He looked embarrassed. “Sorry. I should have slowed down.”
No, he shouldn't have. But all I could say was, “Mmmm.”
He bent and kissed me again. “So you're feeling better than you were when I met you out in the pasture?”
“Mmmmm. Hmm.”
I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he nuzzled my cheek instead. His lips moved to my ear, and for a second I thought he was going to say something. But at the last second he seemed to change his mind, and he went back to cleaning the cum off my belly. It was good he didn't try to feed it to me. I think I would have just drooled it out. When he was done cleaning me up, he rolled me onto my side, spooned up behind me, and wrapped me in his arms.
Three hours later I woke up. Travis still hugged me against him, but now there was a blanket over me too.
My ass was sore. I mean, it was sore . I winced when I tried to roll over. I knew I wasn't hurt too bad, just stretched. Nobody was going to be fucking my ass for a few days, though, and I'd be taking laxatives to make sure we were nice and easy through the pipes. But Jesus God, it had been worth it.
I turned over and looked at him, watching him sleep. His lips were curled up at the corners, just a little. So soft. His lips looked so soft.
I touched them.
I traced them.
I ran my fingers over his chin, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the cleft.
When I drew back and opened my eyes again, he was looking at me. We stared at each other for about a minute in the dark, and then he reached up and stroked my hair. I leaned forward and nipped at his chin. His throat.
He made a soft sound, like a groan.
I pushed him onto his back and started undressing him, kissing as I went. I suckled his nipples, biting a little. I ran my tongue down the line of hair leading to his groin, and I swirled my tongue in his belly button. I kneaded his belly—he had a paunch. Just a little extra, my mom used to call it. I liked it. I made love to it, bunching it in my hands, biting at it, kissing it.
I sucked his cock.
As much as Travis is an ass man, I'm a cock man. I like to look at them. I like to touch them, smell them, run my tongue around them. I hadn't had much of a chance at his until now. It was a beauty, I'll tell you. About eight or so inches erect and plenty fat. Cut, which I am too. I like that because then you can see all the veins and play with them. Though skin's good too because it's like this built-in toy. It had that nice flat taste that all cocks do, but his had like this extra little zing. Not really spicy. More sharp.
I sucked him all the way into my throat. I have absolutely no gag reflex, so I can deep throat about anybody. I hummed around him, and I sucked so hard my lips went numb. My tongue played hockey with itself up and down the shaft, and I coated his nest and his balls with the spit that leaked out of my mouth. I made love to that cock like it was the last one I was ever going to see.
At some point his hand slid into my hair and started kneading. He took to pushing me farther onto his cock, and I let him, going with his tempo now. While he fucked my face, I played with his balls and pressed my fingers against his taint. I kept humming, because I knew it felt good to him when I did that, and because I knew he liked to hear me make noise. I was getting lost again. Every time I was with him, I could let go. Fucking, being fucked, sucking—I just felt easy with him.
Something bumped my hand, the one at his balls and taint, and I opened my eyes to look. He had the bottle of lube there, cap off, fingers on the tube ready to squeeze. I smiled around his cock. Oh yeah. That made sense. Ass man would like a little ass play with his blowjob.
You want to talk about tight. Tight and hot . God, he felt like a fever inside. Hot, soft velvet. Slick with lube and soft and smooth. Two fingers were hard on him, but I got it done, and I snaked them deep inside and brushed his prostate. He bucked into
He looked embarrassed. “Sorry. I should have slowed down.”
No, he shouldn't have. But all I could say was, “Mmmm.”
He bent and kissed me again. “So you're feeling better than you were when I met you out in the pasture?”
“Mmmmm. Hmm.”
I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he nuzzled my cheek instead. His lips moved to my ear, and for a second I thought he was going to say something. But at the last second he seemed to change his mind, and he went back to cleaning the cum off my belly. It was good he didn't try to feed it to me. I think I would have just drooled it out. When he was done cleaning me up, he rolled me onto my side, spooned up behind me, and wrapped me in his arms.
Three hours later I woke up. Travis still hugged me against him, but now there was a blanket over me too.
My ass was sore. I mean, it was sore . I winced when I tried to roll over. I knew I wasn't hurt too bad, just stretched. Nobody was going to be fucking my ass for a few days, though, and I'd be taking laxatives to make sure we were nice and easy through the pipes. But Jesus God, it had been worth it.
I turned over and looked at him, watching him sleep. His lips were curled up at the corners, just a little. So soft. His lips looked so soft.
I touched them.
I traced them.
I ran my fingers over his chin, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the cleft.
When I drew back and opened my eyes again, he was looking at me. We stared at each other for about a minute in the dark, and then he reached up and stroked my hair. I leaned forward and nipped at his chin. His throat.
He made a soft sound, like a groan.
I pushed him onto his back and started undressing him, kissing as I went. I suckled his nipples, biting a little. I ran my tongue down the line of hair leading to his groin, and I swirled my tongue in his belly button. I kneaded his belly—he had a paunch. Just a little extra, my mom used to call it. I liked it. I made love to it, bunching it in my hands, biting at it, kissing it.
I sucked his cock.
As much as Travis is an ass man, I'm a cock man. I like to look at them. I like to touch them, smell them, run my tongue around them. I hadn't had much of a chance at his until now. It was a beauty, I'll tell you. About eight or so inches erect and plenty fat. Cut, which I am too. I like that because then you can see all the veins and play with them. Though skin's good too because it's like this built-in toy. It had that nice flat taste that all cocks do, but his had like this extra little zing. Not really spicy. More sharp.
I sucked him all the way into my throat. I have absolutely no gag reflex, so I can deep throat about anybody. I hummed around him, and I sucked so hard my lips went numb. My tongue played hockey with itself up and down the shaft, and I coated his nest and his balls with the spit that leaked out of my mouth. I made love to that cock like it was the last one I was ever going to see.
At some point his hand slid into my hair and started kneading. He took to pushing me farther onto his cock, and I let him, going with his tempo now. While he fucked my face, I played with his balls and pressed my fingers against his taint. I kept humming, because I knew it felt good to him when I did that, and because I knew he liked to hear me make noise. I was getting lost again. Every time I was with him, I could let go. Fucking, being fucked, sucking—I just felt easy with him.
Something bumped my hand, the one at his balls and taint, and I opened my eyes to look. He had the bottle of lube there, cap off, fingers on the tube ready to squeeze. I smiled around his cock. Oh yeah. That made sense. Ass man would like a little ass play with his blowjob.
You want to talk about tight. Tight and hot . God, he felt like a fever inside. Hot, soft velvet. Slick with lube and soft and smooth. Two fingers were hard on him, but I got it done, and I snaked them deep inside and brushed his prostate. He bucked into
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