Page 70 of Small Town Boy

“Anything.”

“Why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?”

I push up and step back, winking at her. “Because you come first. Always.”

Unbuttoning my shirt, I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor. Bronwyn sits up, resting her hands behind her back, eyes grazing up and down my body, and I reach behind my neck and yank off my undershirt. I stay still for a moment, letting her get her fill, then reach for my belt.

“Let me.”

She takes over, her fingers making quick work of getting both my belt and jeans undone. Her skin is warm against mine, her face still flushed from her climax. Inching my briefs down with my jeans, Bronwyn frees my cock, licking her lips as he springs to life.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” she murmurs, stroking my length.

“Me? Or him?”

“Both.”

My cock twitches in her hand, loving the praise she’s doling out. But there’s something he wants more. Something we’ve both been craving all night.

Reaching into the bedside table, I grab a condom, ripping it open with my teeth. Bronwyn takes it from me, tossing the foil wrapper to the ground. Leaning forward, she grips my cock, licking the underside of my shaft from base to tip, then swirls her tongue around the head.

It’s my turn to curse, my knees almost buckling from the pleasure that surges through me with her torment. Thankfully it doesn’t last long. It was only one lick, but more than enough to flip a switch in me as she sheaths my length.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” I tell her, my voice strained.

“Oh, was that naughty?” she taunts. The impish gleam in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing, and fuck if it isn’t working.

“Very.” I let out a rumble, stepping in closer. “Flip over and get on your knees.”

Doing as I say, Bronwyn makes a show of rolling over and pushing up to all fours. She wiggles her ass playfully, clearly asking for more of the attention from earlier. Just one more way she continues to surprise me.

I don’t give her what she wants though. At least not yet. Running my hand along her back, I let her know I’m there, lining myself up with her entrance. She’s so wet that I easily slip inside her, both of us groaning as I do. Her pussy is hot, tight, and incredibly welcoming. Like sliding into home.

As amazing as this feels though, I don’t pause. Don’t give her the chance to adjust to the size of me. Instead, I pull out, then slam back in.

“Yes!”

Bronwyn’s moan makes my pulse jump, like the starting gun of a race. It’s all I need to do it again. Finding a hard, fast rhythm, I raise my hand and smack her ass. Her pussy clamps down on me as I do it, spurring me on. I thrust harder, harder, slamming into her with everything I have. Finding her clit with my finger, I circle it. Bronwyn flies upward, her back now pressed against my chest, the two of us moving in time together.

We’re a mix of grunts and groans, skin against skin, the echo of each new noise joining in the chorus. I’m lost in her—in us—the rest of the world falling away. Nothing else has ever felt this good. This right. It feels like my heart could burst at any moment, my entire body in flames.

Yet, I need more.

I need to see her face. To share this experience, these emotions, with her face-to-face. She and I are more than just some wild, carnal frenzy. No matter how fucking fantastic our lust-filled fervor is.

I stop, pulling out of her, grabbing her hips and whipping her around. She opens her mouth to protest, but I capture it with mine, swallowing whatever it was she was about to say with my kiss. She snakes her arms around my neck as I lower her to the bed and sink back into her.

Fuuuuuuuuck…

Forget what I said earlier. Now I’m home.

This is where I belong. In her. With her. The two of us as one.

I pick up the pace, finding a new rhythm. This one is slower, not as wild, but just as powerful. Maybe more. With each new movement of my hips, Bronwyn moans, meeting me thrust for thrust as we dance together. Our symphony has gone from crazed to intense. Purposeful. Our limbs tangled, each of us fighting to get the other to the point of no return, our kisses keeping us locked together.

“I’m gonna…” Bronwyn pulls me closer, whispering in my ear, her breath tickling my skin.

“Yes,” I growl. “Be a good girl and come.”