Meanwhile, I deepened my cock inside of her, filling her up as far as I could.
Only when I was unable to go farther did I pull out and slowly work my way inside again.
A door slammed down the hall, then screaming started.
I cursed under my breath.
There was no better form of birth control than hearing your kids screaming and fighting down the hall.
However, Holly didn’t seem to mind.
She lifted her hips. Continued the kiss. Used her nails down the length of my back.
Then she started talking to me.
Quiet words that had my balls lifting and my come threatening to spew out of my cock.
“You feel so good inside of me,” she whispered huskily against my ear. “I’ve thought about you for years. Every time I came home and visited and saw you on your horse across the pasture…it was torture. I used to masturbate at my window watching you.”
My eyes closed as I tried to gather back my control.
But failed.
My balls tightened and my release boiled out of me.
Luckily, she was just as far gone as I was, because right when my cum started to spurt inside of her, her body tightened around my cock.
We came together, hard and fast, and when we were both finished, we lay there breathing heavily.
“You might be killing me,” she admitted breathlessly. “I can’t breathe.”
I rolled over to my side, taking her with me, my cock still buried deep inside of her.
She sucked in the breaths I was exhaling as we both came back to earth.
I’d never come so hard in my life.
I was nearly forty fucking years old, been with countless women, and none of them had stolen my control quite so completely.
Not even my ex-wife had elicited a response like the one I’d just had with Holly.
“We need to get up.”
I knew she was right.
But that didn’t mean that I had to like it.
“We could just lie here all day and forget the world.”
She snorted. “Right, and when was the last time that you got to do a lazy day, cowboy?”
She had a point.
Sadly.
I pulled out of her, looking down just in time to see the rush of my release stain her thighs.
“Fuck,” I growled.