wasn’t going to let the lack of condoms spoil the many opportunities her willing body had to offer.
Ty slid the condom on, all the while staring at Charlotte’s body displayed wantonly in front of him. He could sense her desires and taste the lingering essence of her pussy in his mouth.
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Reaching back to the floor, Ty picked up his pants and pulled his belt free from the loops. Charlotte’s big brown eyes widened as she pushed up to a sitting position. “What do you think you’re doing with that, cowboy?”
Her voice quivered as she spoke, but Ty noted what else happened. Her nipples hardened, and she licked her lips as if in anticipation. It was those telltale signs that convinced him to revisit the belt idea later. His cock jerked in agreement.
“I want you to hold onto it, above your head.”
“Why?”
Climbing into bed next to her, Ty laid the belt above her head. Taking her hands firmly into his, he raised them as well, watching in satisfaction as she grasped the belt like he’d instructed.
“Because the headrest on the bed sucks, and I want you to let yourself go for me. To let me make you come over and over again, knowing that I, and only I, am in control of your passion.” Ty slid between her parted legs, feeling the hot, moist heat from her center brush against his abs. Charlotte was just as turned on as he was. Her pebble-hard nipples and the moisture gathering between her satin legs spoke volumes to him. “I want to make you come.”
“Again,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Again and again and again.” Reaching between them, Ty grasped his aching cock, and centered it against her wet entrance.
Ty slowly pushed inside of Charlotte’s waiting body, biting down on the side of his mouth so as not to cry out. He was larger, larger than most, and Ty knew if he wasn’t careful he could hurt her. But it was killing him to restrain himself and not drive deep into her waiting body like he wanted. Her pussy was that good.
Hot, luscious, and tight, the warmth from her body damn near seared the condom to his skin. For the first time in a long time, Ty wanted to feel a woman’s body without the added benefit of latex. He wanted to feel her warmth firsthand as he powered into her. The Spurs & Mistletoe: For Love’s Sake Only
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only thing holding him back was the knowledge that this time wouldn’t be the last time he was with her. They had plenty of time for bareback when she knew him better -- and she would know him better.
“You’re burning me alive, darlin’,” he growled, pulling back before powering in again.
Charlotte arched her hips up to his for more. Her arms held tautly above her head by sheer willpower alone, were trembling with her effort. Ty could tell she wanted to move them, but like a good girl she didn’t. “Ohhh ...” Charlotte closed her eyes as she arched up to him, biting down on her lip to stifle her moans.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck ...” she muttered over and over again, singing her own little song of ecstasy, and Ty couldn’t agree more. He wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck her all night long.
“Harder please ... harder.”
A woman after his own heart. “Anything you say, darlin’.” Steadying himself on his knees, Ty pistoned in and out of Charlotte. Her pussy grasped at the length of his cock, gripping it tightly as he undulated deep inside her hot tunnel. Ty wanted more. He couldn’t get deep enough. Moving his hands, he placed them by her head so he could move deeper. Turning her head, Charlotte bit into his forearm, crying out her pleasure around him. Her sharp teeth dragged a fierce growl from Ty as the added slice of pain slid like a lover’s caress down his soul.
“That’s it, baby, give me everything. Give it all to me.” Charlotte ripped her mouth away from his arm and cried out with passion. Jerking her hands from above her head, she moved them, belt and all, over Ty’s shoulders, gripping his pumping ass with the leather of the belt,