“Be gentle,” she giggled. “It’s been a long time…”
Jack ignored her pleas and spread her soaked lips apart with his tongue. Erin’s feet thrashed and clumps of sheets bunched at the edge of the bed. Erin’s sweet nectar filled his mouth and he pinned her hips to the bed with his strong hands. Erin gripped his mane and Erin guided him as he sucked loudly on her pussy.
“Jack,” she screamed with a handful of his hair. “Please, give it to me, now!” Erin’s heart pounded in her chest and felt her juice drip down her ass and onto the sheets as she watched the cowboy straddle her with a savage look in his eye. She reached down and took his fat prick in her hands to help guide it home. She inserted it inside her crevice and moaned in pain.
“Are you ok?” Jack asked.
“Yes. It’s just—been a while, is all.”
He smiled as he wiggled his way inside. “I’ll be gentle.”
Erin’s body tensed as he worked his way deep. This is how sex should feel, she thought to myself. Years of mediocre sex at the hands of boring men had nearly ruined her and she’d forgotten how pleasurable the touch of a man could be. Erin felt her walls stretched to accommodate Jack and caused her to bite deeply into his shoulder. He grimaced and whispered in her ear that it would be ok, and that he would keep her safe. His words had a narcotic effect on her and Erin fell into a trance like state as her legs locked around Jack’s muscular back and took him deep.
“Make love to me Jack,” she moaned. Their eyes met mine and Erin wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close for a kiss. The two remained embraced as their lovemaking began to find a steady rhythm. Jack’s thrusts were slow and deep and Erin’s newly awakened passion begged for more. With each stroke of his cock she felt their bound growing, and she hugged him as tight as she could. For the first time in years, Erin began to feel genuine joy, and her moans filled the air with a lustful melody. Jack’s thrusts picked up in pace and once again Erin bit down onto his shoulder to muffle her screams. He whispered in her ear he wanted to hear her scream, and she did. This spurred Jack on and he pounded away. Sensing how close Erin was to climax and buried his dick deep and found a steady place. Erin gripped him tightly and howled into the air she had her first orgasm in years. She thrashing with all her might, and hung from his body as she dripped onto the bed.
“Been a while?” Jack asked with a smirk on his face. He reached up and moved sweaty hair out of Erin’s face. “I would be worried you woke the neighbors, if you had any.”
“The horse is probably scared,” Erin joked. The two of them laughed and Jack’s placed a hand over her breast and cupped it. “Can you handle another round?” he asked.
“Don’t tease me,” Erin giggled.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he responded and lay on his back with his prick pointed due north. “Show me what you got, Erin.”
Erin’s vagina was now properly warmed up and she wasted no time in getting down on that biker cock. She pounded down on him with a fury that surprised even her and screamed in delight when Jack gripped her by the shoulder and began slamming her down upon his pork sword. Their eyes remained locked and Erin rode him to completion and squeezed every drop of his cum into her depths. She silently prayed his seed would find a home and bond the two together, forever. Everything felt so perfect as Erin lay atop his hot chest and allowed the cool air from the drafty window to ride atop her bare skin. It was a moment she wished never ended.
“You smell like lily’s,” Jack whispered in her ear.
Erin giggled and played the evening back in her head. Just about everything had gone as well—if not better—as she’d hoped. The world was in her hands and she felt amazing as she yawned and fell asleep in the roughneck’s arms.
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Erin awoke at the crack of dawn and found herself alone in the bed. There was no note on the nightstand by the bed and she couldn’t hear Jack inside the house. Probably went out for a quick ride, she thought to herself. Thinking nothing of it, She got dressed and walked downstairs. The house was frigid and Erin reminded herself to get all the leaky drafts sealed up before winter was upon them. When she got outside and opened the door, Jack’s bike was nowhere to be found. She shrugged and went back inside. While certainly not thrilled to be waking up alone after such a passion filled night, Erin also understood men were men, and figured Jack just needed some time alone after such a passion filled night. Erin assumed she was the first woman Jack had been with since the death of his wife and no matter how great of an evening the two had shared, it must have been a lot to process when he awoke this morning in a sober state of mind.