There’s a lot to be said about kissing. Nowadays, most men just want to get their clothes off and stick their cocks somewhere dark and warm; kissing has been relegated to the lesser category of foreplay. But that’s wrong; kissing is an art form, and a lost one at that.

That’s why a kiss can tell you a lot of things, especially about how good everything else is going to be. And when Chase’s lips touch mine, I only need a fraction of a second to realize that, with him, I’m in for a treat.

His mouth fits on mine like the long lost piece of a puzzle, and I just close my eyes and surrender to him. His hands are on my waist as he pulls me into him, our bodies pressed tight as I use my tongue to part his lips and explore his mouth. He tastes differently from all the other men I’ve kissed, and I can’t help but think that this is how a real man should taste. It reminds me of the ocean and of long plains, a day’s work under the setting sun.

Our tongues dance around one another softly, and I feel myself growing wetter with each passing second. The fabric of my thong is already sticking to my skin, my fluids drenching it as desire takes over me. I’ve never been a naive woman; I’m a city dweller, after all, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my entire life. It’s as if there’s an aura around Chase, one of power and manliness, and that aura envelops and subjugates me without a word between us.

“Carla,” he says, my name hanging heavy in the air around us. I stare into his eyes, my mouth slightly ajar as my heart starts drumming a wild song of lust and sin.

“Fuck me,” I find myself saying, the sound of my voice coming out of my lips honeyed and sweet. I don’t think I’ve ever been this direct with a man, but with Chase, I just know small-talk isn’t something that’s necessary. One exchanged glance and we already know everything there’s to know.

He doesn’t reply; he just smiles, his lips curling into a grin, and then kisses me again. His hands go around my waist and then down, over the curve of my ass cheeks, and he pulls me into him harshly. I thrust against him without even thinking, needing to feel my crotch against his; there’s something big there, something long and thick, and it’s pulsing with a raw hunger that makes my insides clench.

I place one hand on his chest and slowly slide it down his shirt, only stopping when I find the hem of his pants. I feel his leather belt under my fingertips, and I bite my lower tip as I open my hand wide and prepare to go for his crotch.

Still without saying a word, he grabs my hand and, looking into my eyes, places it over the hard shape pushing back against his pants. I bite harder on my lower lip, realizing that his cock is far bigger than I thought it’d be. I curl my fingers around its thick shape, but I can barely grab it with just one hand.

“It’s so…” I start to say, lowering my voice until it becomes just a whisper, but I don’t know how to finish my sentence. It’s so what? Big, huge, monstrous? It’s all that and some more, and I can’t wait to really feel it. My heart is beating so fast now that I can barely think straight, but my unconscious mind is still working: letting go of his cock, I go for his belt and unbuckle it. Then, taking a deep breath to steady my hands, I undo the top button of his pants and pull the zipper down.

His cock is tenting his boxer briefs, and I can’t help but look down at it. With one finger, I trace its contour, going from its root to the tip. Twelve inches, if not more, that’s my guess. I grit my teeth and, moving fast, slide my hand under his boxer briefs and, turning my wrist, I grab his thick shaft. The warmness of his cock spreads to the palm of my hand, and that’s all it takes for me to become a truly wet mess. It won’t be long before my fluids start dripping down my legs.

“Like it?” he asks me, grinning, and the look in his eyes tells me he already knows the answer. I just nod, running my tongue between my lips. Holding my breath, I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him softly as the hunger in eyes keeps on growing.

“I’ve never been with anyone so… big,” I admit, suddenly feeling dizzy as I imagine his thick cock trying to push its way past my pussy lips. Is that even physically possible? I mean, without killing me? I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell willing to find out. You know, for science.

“Here’s your chance, I’m right here,” he says, leaning into me and brushing his lips against my ear. A shiver climbs up my spine as his deep rugged voice caresses my eardrums, and I stop stroking him and just tighten my fingers around his shaft, feeling it pulse against the palm of my hand.

With one hand on my waist, he pushes me until my back’s against the wall, and then he takes one hand right to between my thighs. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, bunching up my dress in the process. I gasp as he does it, but then I moan as he takes his hand off and slides it under the hemline of my dress, his fingers finding their way to my drenched thong.

“Seems like you really want my cock,” he says, rubbing his fingers back and forth over the wet fabric, caressing my pussy lips. My muscles tense up under his touch, and it feels like his fingers are made of fire and electricity. There’s something magical to his touch, that’s for sure.

“You seem tight,” he whispers, that grin of his widening until it becomes devilish, “are you tight, Carla?”

“I… I…” I mutter, but I don’t even know what to tell him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll see that for myself soon enough,” he says, and that image of his cock pushing its way past my drenched folds bubbles up to the surface once more.

He presses harder on my pussy and I gasp again, my insides clenching with anticipation. Grabbing at the fabric, he pulls on it, and I close my eyes as I feel my thong leaving my wet pussy. He pushes it down my legs and, once it falls in a bunch at my feet, I just kick it off.

His hand is back between my thighs in a heartbeat, and this time it’s a moan that leaves my lips, my naked pussy burning at the touch of his fingers. He finds my clit quickly enough and, rubbing on it, he forces my brain to go on overdrive. But he doesn’t linger there for too long; no, his fingers start caressing the length of my pussy, going up and down my wet folds with a maddening slowness.

Before I know it, I’m moving my hips, thrusting against his hand in pure desperation. I’m not in control of my body anymore; I’m just like a puppet, pleasure pulling the strings and assuming all control. And I don’t care; I don’t care one little bit.

Using his middle finger, he presses it right on my pussy and starts sliding it in, feeding into me with that frustrating patience of his. He curls it upward, only stopping when his fingertip feels that hidden spot of pure delight tucked away inside of me.

“Yes, you’re really tight,” he whispers, pressing so hard on my G-spot that bright lights explode behind my shut eyelids. He doesn’t move his hand; he just holds it there, his finger pressed tight on my G-spot as he rests his thumb over my clit. Pressing on these two spots at the same time, he waits while that high voltage current builds under my skin, electrifying every inch of my aching body. Then, he starts fingering me at a furious pace, all that patience thrown to the curb.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you, Carla,” he continues, fingering me so hard that I can’t even speak. Even if I could somehow force my mouth to make a sound, I doubt my brain would be able to produce a coherent sentence.

“Oh… Fuck,” I groan, grabbing at his shirt so hard that my knuckles turn white. I’m gritting my teeth, every muscle in my body tensing up as if concrete was being poured inside them. The electricity crackling inside of me turns into an electric storm, and it rages through my brain so suddenly that I can’t help but scream. Or, well, try to; the moment I open my mouth to do it, the only sound I can do is a whispered moan of pure ecstasy.

“So good,” I manage to say, forcing my eyelids open and staring at him as if I’ve just woken up from a thousand years of deep sleep.

“That? Please,” he grins, narrowing his eyes in such a way that I almost melt. He just shrugged off my words as if I had no idea what I was talking about… As if there’s a lot more—and a lot better—to come. And, somehow, I know that’s exactly what’s going to happen. And rightfully so. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll forget your name,” he promises me and, without giving me the time for a reply, he goes down to his knees in front of me, both his hands on my waist.

Grabbing at the hemline of my dress, he pushes it up and holds it around my waist. I feel exposed, knowing that his eyes are now focused on my pussy, but that just makes me even wetter than before, and really, I don’t know how that's even possible.

With his lips on my right knee, he starts kissing me up my leg, going straight to my inner thigh. I throw my head back, pressing it against the wall, and sigh loudly. He keeps on teasing me with his mouth, taking it as far as my groin but never further. He does it until the desperation inside me becomes a burning need, and I reach for him and tangle my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him into me while I thrust. He doesn’t budge, though, and just keeps on kissing and licking until I’m ready to beg.

“Please, please, please,” I repeat over and over again, my whispers brimming with lustful desperation. I’ve never wanted a man’s mouth on my pussy as much as I want it now. And that’s saying something; the way I see it, a man going down on you can be a lot more intimate than just fucking. But, hell, right now all that I want is to get intimate with Chase, and that in every possible way.

Finally putting a stop to my torture, he reaches for my clit with his tongue and presses down on it. It feels like I’ve stepped on a live wire; thunder erupts inside my body, and I almost scream as he starts circling my clit at a steady (and growing) pace.

My fingers are still in his hair, but I’m no longer trying to force him; no, Chase isn’t the kind of man with whom you can dictate a pace. He does what he wants, when he wants, and there’s no way around it. If I ever get to take the lead, that’ll be because he wants me to, not because he has submitted. And that’s exactly how I like my men.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he takes his tongue out of my clit and slides it down, running it between my pussy lips. He does it all the way, and then goes back, repeating his coming and going motion until I can barely think straight. God, where has he been all of my life?

He’s a good kisser, he’s good with his fingers, and he’s even better with his mouth… You know where this is going, don’t you? I do too, and I can barely wait to push his pants down his legs, curl my fingers around his cock, and guide it home. But, right now, that’s on hold.

He licks me until my legs start growing weak, my knees buckling under my weight. Leaning back against the wall, I somehow manage to remain standing up; and that’s exactly when he chooses to open his mouth wide and press it harshly against my wetness. My muscles burn, my skin boils; there’s fire in my mind, and poison in my bones. Forget about all the other men I’ve been with; not one of them has been able to make me feel what I’m feeling right now. And Chase is only using his mouth; keep that in mind.

Taking one hand around my waist, he places it under my right ass cheek and forces my leg up. I let him do it willingly, lifting my leg and resting it over his shoulder. Now with the perfect angle, he buries his mouth against my pussy and starts devouring me as if my wetness is the most delicious thing on Earth. He jabs inside of my pussy with his tongue, running it up and down my length and circling my clit at exactly the right times. He works me like he knows my body even better than I do, and it’s almost hard to believe that this is really happening. Is he even real?

I think of pinching myself, just to make sure that I’m not dreaming, but I give up on the idea fast enough. Even if this is a dream, I don’t care; just let me sleep forever.

I’m yanking on his hair hard enough to almost rip it out from his scalp, but he doesn’t even seem to mind. In fact, that just makes him eat me out more eagerly, his lips and tongue hungrily sucking in my fluids and ravaging my pussy.

“Don’t… Stop… Don’t stop…!” I say, my head thrown back against the wall. My muscles are already tensing up again, and I feel that electric tension building inside of me once more. It feels like I’m a dam about to burst, tiny cracks showing on the surface right before all hell breaks lose. “Don’t stop,” I moan again, but he doesn’t need my instructions. Still, I need to say something, to moan, to scream… I want to do it all at the same time.

“OH GOD!” I shout, and then grit my teeth as the dam finally bursts. Yanking on his hair, I trust at the same time, pressing my pussy against his mouth as hard as I can. His mouth is wide open, his tongue inside of me, and that just makes my orgasm even more delicious. I sway my hips from side to side, smearing his face with my fluids, and then I finally let go of him.

I’m breathing hard, my eyes closed, and leaning back against the wall. He stands up then, and takes one hand to my face; I open my eyes as I feel his touch, and I can’t hide my smile as I see his chin glistening from the fluids coating his skin.

“Lovely,” I say, and then he’s on me. He crushes his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth, and I can do nothing but to savor my own pussy on his lips.

“Lovely indeed,” he whispers back at me, his hands once more on my waist. He grins and then, a heartbeat later, he makes me turn on my heels and face the wall. I place my hands there for support, and jut my ass back at him by instinct. Taking one hand behind me, I find the hem of his boxers and tug them down as viciously as I can. His cock springs free immediately, and he’s so close to me that his huge shaft slaps my ass cheeks with a maddening sound.

Pushing my dress up to my waist, he takes one hand around my body and squeezes one breast under his long fingers. I thrust my ass back at the same time, resting my forehead against the wall and closing my eyes as I feel his shaft right between my ass cheeks. My body acting on his own, I start moving with a flowing motion, grinding against his cock as hard as I can. I feel it pulse against my ass, hungry and eager, and it doesn’t take long for Chase to take one step back and grab his huge mast.

Looking back at him over my shoulder, I choke down a gasp as I see his cock for the first time. He’s holding it in his hand, but it looks so huge that it’s almost unbelievable. How the hell is that thing going to fit inside of me?

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he tells me, as if he can read my thoughts. I face the wall again, my heart feeling as tight as a closed fist, and prepare for what’s coming. “Or at least I’ll try…” he continues, coming up to me and whispering these words into my ear. Oh, God, this is going to be interesting.

Angling his cock down, he pushes it between my inner thighs, his thick shaft forcing me to spread my legs wide. I bend over at the same time and, as I do it, he positions the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I take one deep breath.

“Do it,” I breathe out, and then all hell breaks loose.

He enters me with one sudden thrust, his shaft sliding inside my pussy and straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel my insides stretching to accommodate him, but he’s so big that I can’t help but feel that my pussy is gripping his cock like a vice. This time I scream, unable to stop myself, my brain almost exploding as it tries to process the fact that something as big as Chase’s cock is inside of me. It’s almost too much for me to take, but the key word in here is almost. You don’t think I’m going to waste this, do you? Oh, no, I’m going to take this chance.

I hold my breath as Chase slides his cock, stopping when only his tip is inside of me. I only start breathing again when he trusts, sheathing his shaft to the hilt. Building up the rhythm, he rocks his hips at a gentle pace, but it only takes a few seconds for his pace to reach new heights. Soon enough, the sound of his thighs slapping my ass echoes around us, and it sounds like the most amazing symphony I’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, you’re really tight,” he exhales sharply, hooking his fingers deeper on my thighs. I can’t help but wonder if I’m as tight as he says; his cock is so freakishly huge that every pussy must feel tight as hell for him.

Pistoning into me like a madman, he stabs me with his cock so hard that locks of hair are already plastered to my forehead, beads of sweat making their way down my face. And still he keeps on increasing his rhythm, fucking me so fast I don’t even know how he’s doing it.

“Chase… This is… So good…” I pant, his name leaving a sweet taste on my tongue as I say it. Gritting my teeth, I try and match his rhythm, thrusting my ass back at him. The sound of flesh on flesh grows even louder, and I can feel my mind dangling over the edge of pleasure’s cliff. It won’t take long, that’s for sure.

Feeling me close, he takes one hand around my waist and presses two fingers over my clit. That’s it; he doesn’t even start rubbing it. He just presses down on it, and it’s as if a bomb has gone off inside my skull. My arms grow so weak that I take my hands out of the wall and just support myself with my forearms, my pussy tightening so hard around Chase’s shaft that the fact he still keeps on thrusting is a small miracle.

My muscles are twitching, and I’m trembling so hard that my teeth are chattering. Chase starts taking his cock out of me then, and I moan as I feel his long inches making their way out. It pops out of me with a wet sound, and I turn on my heels right away, pressing my back against the wall and looking into his eyes.

“We’re not done,” he says, closing the distance between us in a heartbeat. Placing his hands under my ass cheeks, he lifts me up and pulls me into him. I react by instinct, crossing my legs on his lower back and placing my arms over his shoulder.

“Then fuck me,” I tell him, “as hard as you can.” I don’t need to say more; grabbing his cock with one hand, he angles it down and presses its tip against my wet pussy. One thrust and he’s in me again, his cock stretching me so wide I doubt my body will ever be the same. And what the hell, if that happens it’ll be completely worth it. This is the experience of a lifetime. Really, how many men do you know with a twelve-inch cock and know what they're doing?

He fucks me hard and merciless, obliterating my rational mind with each thrust of his. I’m clawing at his back, feeling his rugged hard muscles under his shirt. I close my eyes, imagining how he must look naked; I wish I had ripped his shirt off before we started fucking, but oh well.

I hiss through my gritted teeth as he keeps on thrusting, my pussy gripping his shaft viciously. I already feel on the verge of coming again, and that means I’m about to come for the—Jesus, I’ve lost count already! This is the first time something like this has happened to me.

“I’m about to --” I start, but the words die in my throat as he thrusts harder than before, burying his cock so deep inside my pussy that I’m actually surprised I’m still conscious. My muscles start spasming as if I’m having a seizure, my eyes rolling in their orbits. I’ve lost all control of my body and if he wasn’t holding me I’d just fall to the floor like a ragdoll.

“Cum, cum for me,” I tell him, resting my head on his shoulder. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe it was already going to happen anyway, but the moment my words reach him his cock pulses almost too violently inside of my pussy. I moan as that happens, ripples of pleasure spreading from my loins to the rest of my body, and then he starts cumming with a groan.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his cum gushing a river of warm cum inside of me. I press my mouth against his shoulder, a shiver going up my spine each time his cock pulses and shoots his seed inside of me. He keeps on cumming for what seems like forever, his cum dripping out of my pussy and making its way down my thighs and legs.

Groaning again, he takes his cock out of me slowly and then puts me down on the floor. I lean back against the wall once more, taking a deep breath as I feel strands of cum sliding down my legs.

“You can’t go back like this,” he whispers, his lips moving against my ear. My skin prickles at his words, and I open my eyes just in time to see him go down on his knees. Keeping my dress up with his hands, he takes his mouth to my right knee and, using only the tip of his tongue, he scoops up the gooey line of cum that made its way there. He follows it with his tongue all the way up to my groin, and then he does the same on my left leg, licking my skin dry.

When he’s finally done with the cum on my legs, he focuses on the place where heavy strands are hanging: my pussy. He dives into it in a frenzy, opening his mouth wide and sucking my cum-coated folds.

I run my fingers through his hair as he does it, a shiver going up and down my spine as his tongue licks me dry. He keeps going for what seems like forever, scooping every single drop of cum on my body, and he only stops when he’s finally done.

Slowly, he goes up to his feet, letting go of my dress and smoothing it over with one hand. He smiles and, the moment he does it, a strand of cum escapes his lips and drips down to his chin. Returning the favor, I lean into him and use my tongue to scoop it up.

We kiss then, our mouths irresistibly attracted to each other. Our tongues dance over a blanket of cum, and his salty flavor inundates my mouth at once. Pulling back from his kiss, I look into his eyes and then—and this is a first for me—I swallow. His warm cum makes its way down my throat slowly, and I sigh loudly, a deep exhaustion taking over my body.

“Fuck, this was amazing,” he breathes out, the words coming out of his mouth sounding like the most genuine thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

“Yes,” I just whisper as a reply, closing my eyes and trying to engrave the memory of what just happened into my brain. Not that I need to; I doubt I’ll ever forget the way Chase made me feel.

More than a real cowboy, Chase is a real man.