HUCK:The Montana Brothers(14)

"You can handle it," he assured me. "I just hope I can handle you."

He slipped the straps of my bra down from my shoulders and reached behind me, unsnapping the back all in one quick move.

Damn. He knew his way around everything.

So now I was naked with Huck Calloway under a trillion stars. It was like the entire universe was witnessing this.

He slid inside me easily, but his size was hard to adjust to for a  moment. It filled me up and I sighed against him, kissing his chest as  he began his slow thrusting.

"Fuck," he said. "Belle …  you feel so good. Are you okay?"

I nodded. "More than okay. Please. Fuck me. Hard."

Those were the magic words. He kissed me deeply as he began his pumping,  his muscled arms supporting his large, strong body as he entered me. My  legs were wrapped around his waist, my ankles hooked as I accepted all  he had to give me. I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he picked up  his relentless pace.

It was beyond what I'd ever hoped.

"I need you on top," he said, "I'm taking you in every position tonight,  Belle. If I can think of it, I'm doing it. I want this night to end  with me having fucked every part of you possible."

I could feel a flood happening between my legs as he lifted me up and  placed my body on top of his. His back was on the grass now and I was  mounted on him, barely able to take all of him inside me.

"God," I moaned. "It's too much. I'm already so sore … "

"Good," he grinned. "And this is just the beginning."

I wriggled my hips as I sank down a bit deeper, trying to figure out how  to fit those last inches inside. He must have sensed my quandary, since  he reached for my hips and firmly pulled them down, making me yelp.

"Oh, God, Huck!"

He grinned up at me.

"Now, dance for me."

I wasn't sure I'd heard him correctly. Not that I could focus on much at  the moment anyway besides the throbbing fullness he'd caused inside me.

"What?"

"With a body like yours, you must be a good dancer. I'm going to hold  your hips right where they are. And I want you to dance for me. I want  to watch your body move. And I want to feel you making me touch every  place inside you."

I suddenly understood what he meant, and I sat up tall and proud astride  him, swaying as I ran a finger through my hair and my other hand  clutched at my breast. True to his word, he held me fast against him. I  could feel every beat of his heart through his pulsing hardness, and I  used that rhythm to move my body for him. It was absolutely electric. I  ground myself against him, rolling my hips wickedly.                       
       
           



       

His head had been lifted up off the ground, but something in my  snake-like writhing caused his eyes to roll back and his head to come to  rest on the grass.

"Damn, girl. There can't be anything as sexy as the way you dance.  Except maybe seeing it from the back. Come for me and then I've got to  have you that way," he said, his voice even deeper than normal.

He held my hip with his right hand and used his left to reach up and  caress my face as I continued my erotic dance for him. I'd already come  once during my performance, a small one right when I'd started, but a  bigger one was on the horizon.

His large hand reached around to the back of my head and pulled my face  down toward his. He lifted up to meet me, kissing me as his other hand  moved to the small of my back, holding me firmly in place. As we kissed,  he seemed to grow impossibly larger and harder. The ache inside me was  nearly unbearable. He was just too hard. I'd never been fucked by such a  man before. In fact, in that moment, I couldn't even remember past  lovers. Not that I wanted to. What they'd done to my body had been quick  and clumsy compared to this. Every muscle in me responded to his touch.  And to his marvelous cock.

As he kissed me and pressed down on my ass, my clit smashed against his  pubic bone. It was all too much, and my thighs began to tremble.

I tried to pull away from his kiss to catch my breath, but he was having  none of it. He let me inhale briefly as he whispered a command. "Don't  stop kissing me. Scream right into my mouth while you come. I want to  feel every bit of your orgasm."

As if I had a choice.

My mouth was again tight against his, and right as my climax began, the  grip he had on me changed and he pressed a finger right against the  inside of my ass.

No one had ever touched me there. I'd never stopped to consider that my  most private sanctuary, the one part of my body that no one had ever  seen, was filled with so many nerve endings that went directly to the  sexual parts of my brain.

Deep in the crack of my ass, his finger insistently circled and pressed.

When he first touched it, my body went stiff and I squirmed, my nervous  system on overload. But his control over my body was complete. He thrust  upward even as that maddening finger pressed and probed. And the  kissing never stopped, not even for an instant.

I shrieked into his mouth, my eyes glazed, as every part of me followed  that trembling that had overtaken my thighs. I shook and came, tears  rolling down my cheeks. Tears of bliss. Tears of ecstasy.

As it mercifully ended, he withdrew the finger and he took a great  handful of my ass, palming it as he kissed my cheekbones, tasting my  tears.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm so beyond ‘okay', I don't think I'll ever find my way back to it. Oh my God, Huck. I've never in my life … "

"Shhh … don't talk … just keep coming for me," he instructed me.

He needn't ask twice.

I kept grinding against him, his enormous cock buried inside me. I  hadn't thought it could fit when I first saw it; now I knew I could  never live without it.

"Tell me when you're close," Huck commanded.

I nodded, biting my lip, the overwhelming pleasure cresting again.

"I'm there," I gasped.

"Come for me, Belle. Come so hard for me."

Pain, pleasure, and the blood flow to my brain being briefly interrupted  by Huck's rough hands caused something inside me to short-circuit and I  came violently. A guttural voice I barely recognized as my own came out  of my mouth in staccato fashion.

"Never. Stop. Fucking. Me!"

My orgasm flooded out of me. Huck released me and I threw my head back,  looking up at our endless audience of stars as the blood rushed back  into my brain.

I was weak then, my bones feeling as if they'd become jelly. I collapsed  onto his chest, whimpering. My hips were on autopilot, gently bouncing  on Huck's erection, rolling in tight circles.

"You're insatiable, Belle," Huck grinned at me and ran his fingertips up  and down my spine. "And so fucking beautiful." He kissed me again and  then shifted himself to allow me to roll onto my back on a bed of soft  moss.

I lifted an arm and wiped my brow, for the first time aware of just how much I'd started to sweat from my exertions.

"Hold me, Huck. Please hold me," I pleaded with him.

He lay next to me, sliding his forearm beneath my neck. He lifted up  onto the elbow of that arm, looking down at me as his free hand explored  my stomach. His index finger slowly traced my pelvic line, making me  gasp when he reached my opening, dragging the tip of his finger from the  bottom of my opening to my clit, circling it as he stared into my eyes.                       
       
           



       

"I'll hold you all night and we'll watch the sun come up together, Belle. But for now I have to keep fucking you."

I pouted, part playfully and part seriously. My body had experienced the  rapture already; I was sure of it. What more could he expect of me? How  could he keep fucking me? How could he keep from coming?

"But I'm so sore, I've never felt anything like you inside me, never  come so hard … " It was pitiful of me; I knew, the begging, especially  since I knew a man like Huck wouldn't stop until he was ready to. His  cock demanded satisfaction.

"I'll kiss it all better, baby. You just relax."

Somewhere, a wolf bayed at the moon.

Huck sat up, leaning across my body and placing his head down between my  thighs. His chest lay across my stomach. He kissed my sex tenderly,  using no tongue, just massaging my lips with his own. He took them into  his mouth slowly, and my hands balled up in the moss I lay upon, my  throat unable to produce the words I intended.

He took his time, kissing my inner thighs, his hands sliding up and down  my legs, coming to rest on the backs of my thighs, holding me open for  his insistent mouth.

He finally allowed his tongue to join the fray, and it split me, finding no resistance in my wetness.

I let my hands roam all over Huck's naked body, his thighs and back,  finally coming to rest with my hand encircling the base of his shaft,  stroking it languidly. As soon as I touched it, the urgency of his  ministrations increased. His tongue focused on my clit, flicking and  swirling. I closed my grip on him, holding on for dear life. As my  orgasm began, I feared I'd squeeze him so hard it would hurt, but he  just kept licking. Sucking. Making love to me with his mouth. I  shuddered through the orgasm, his powerful arms holding me in place. He  licked past the point of pleasure, to taking me to the brink of sanity  as I became too tender to be touched there.