Page 95 of Heartstrings & Horseshoes

Though the intimate part of our relationship is new, our bodies move as one, as if they’d been doing this all along. She positions me at her entrance and drops down onto my aching cock in one shot.

“Connor,” she groans, “I’ll never get used to how big you are.” And if that isn’t the best compliment a man could ever receive, I don’t know what is.

I grip her hips, helping her fuck me.

“Yea, doll? You like this fat cock stuffed inside you?” She whimpers, spurring me on.

My good girl likes the dirty talk, and I’m here for it.

“Or is it less about how wide I stretch your cunt, and more about how the tip of my dick kisses your cervix with every thrust?”

Her full-body shudder graces me like a king.

“I love when you talk dirty to me. It turns me on so much, Connor.”

“Yea? You also like when I praise you like my good girl.” She whimpers, her glorious tits bouncing as she rides me.

Her cunt flutters faintly around my dick. “That’s my girl.”

The rippling around my dick stops—she’s not going to get there in this position. I’ll happily accommodate her hungry pussy any way necessary.

I thrust into her hard, holding her down, not letting her escape being full of me.

“I want you on your knees, ass up, face in the bed.”

She scrambles to obey, knowing I’ll only ever take care of her. Her implicit trust makes the beast inside me roar.

I position myself on my knees behind her upturned ass. I take advantage of her vulnerability and lick from her clit to ass. She screams into the mattress, so I do it again.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby. But I want you dripping by the time I’m done with you.” I spit on my hand and stroke my cock, already wet with her juices.

I grab her hips so tight I’m sure it’ll leave fingertip shaped bruises, and pound inside her in one thrust. Her screams are muffled by the comforter, her hands frantically gripping at the fabric for stability.

“Next time you can’t come, you fucking tell me.” I slap her ass, leaving a beautiful red handprint on her fair skin.

“Don’t just go through the motions because you think it’s what I want, or I’ll punish you.” I bring my other hand down on her opposite cheek, creating a stunning red mirror image.

“If this is the punishment, I’ll take it,” she says between labored breaths.

“You’ll take anything I give you like the good girl you are.”

“Yes. Anything. I want it,” she chants incoherently.

“Rub your clit for me, I want you desperate.” She shoves a hand between her legs, and her fingers graze my cock with every swirl over her clit.

Her pussy tremors again—sublime pressure building around my cock.

“Fuck! You’re so tight, baby. Milk me dry.”

My filthy words are all it takes. Delilah comes so hard her cunt chokes my dick. She’s so tight I can barely push inside her with each thrust.

“I’m gonna come.” I groan as ropes of my cum paint her insides.

I continue to lazily fuck her until my dick softens, and when I pull out, our combined release drips from her used hole. Possessed, I use two fingers to collect the mess and push it back inside her.

“You killed me,” she says, falling to her side.

I drop to the opposite side, facing my wrecked doll. I love seeing her destroyed from my dick as much as I love seeing her thrive under my care. Though, I suppose a proper fucking is a form of care.