Your hips looked so appetizing, and the line of your back so graceful and strong. Your eyes were soft too. I wanted inside those hips, inside those eyes. I wanted to slice into them like diving cleanly into water. I wanted to swim and float in them. I sat up, and with the heels of my hands, I pushed against your chest until you fell backward onto the bed with a gasp, your thighs already spread, your hips rising instinctively.
Kneeling over you, I gazed down at you, my hands on the insides of your thighs, forcing them further apart. Then I sat motionless, waiting for you to speak. You didn't want to have to say it. You wanted me to take control, to force it upon you, to keep you from having to ask for it, but I wanted no such thing. I would take you forcefully, but I needed to know that you wanted this. So I waited, until I heard your voice, low and soft, whisper a single word. "Please..."
There was such a surge when I penetrated you, filled you with double-ended, high-grade silicone, pushing your knees to your chest, putting my hands on the backs of your thighs, leaning in until you took my weight. My cunt spasmed around the smaller end, the harness holding it in place while I thrust. You bucked beneath me, your hips meeting me again and again.
You wrapped your thighs around me, climbing me like a tree, trying to force me into you as far as possible. Taking my weight off my hands, I leaned back, pelvis thrust forward, pistoning in and out of you as my thumbs and fingers closed on your nipples, pulling them as I lean back. Your cries began to overlap, becoming one continuous sound. Pulling hard on your nipples, then letting them slip from my fingers, I pulled out of you abruptly, grabbed your hips, and forced you onto your belly. My hands on the backs of your knees pushed you onto all fours, and I penetrated you from behind, the path now easy and smooth.
My hands were on the curve of your waist, pulling you back onto me. You became wanton, reaching, pleading, almost spiraling away from me before you bucked and reared against my cock. When you started to get sore, I turned you back over onto your back and slammed it inside you again, taking you by the hair and giving you a series of punishing kisses. My mouth was less than an inch from yours.
"Make yourself come." My whisper was harsh, our breath, our skin, our sweat mingling. You began to touch yourself, rubbing and teasing with the fullness of me inside you. Your hips gyrated wildly, your thighs tensed, and your legs straightened as you cried out in your need. When you came, your eyes squeezed tightly shut, and you nearly sat up with the force of your orgasm, but I had you pinned in place. You wouldn't slip away. You would stay and experience it all.
I kept pumping until you begged me to stop. In a frenzy, I tore at the buckles of the harness. I pulled the cock from my sodden cunt, hearing and feeling the wet slip of it, the suction. Tossing it aside, I forced you back down and straddled my thighs above your head, wanting you to taste the fruits of our labor. My clit was so swollen and distended, it was relatively easy for your lips to fasten onto it, sucking it until I came onto your face, my hands pressed against the wall, my cries echoing in the dark room.
Still shuddering, I disengaged your mouth and slipped my thigh back over you, sitting back on my heels beside your spent body. I wiped my flushed face with my forearm, then reached out to stroke your cheek, as the awed gaze of the townspeople met the cool, cocky eyes of the gunslinger.
Next stop--spurs.
