Southern Men: Ballad of a Texas Rose by Carla Kane Read Free Book Online Page A

pressed his thumb over her clit as he frigged her hot pussy, holding her with his other arm as she lay against his grip. It felt so incredible to be in his arms like that as he pleasured her and soon Clara could feel herself approaching climax. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to hold back the screams of pleasure that seemed intent on escaping from her frenetic body. Sensing the problem, Bobby leaned down towards her and clamped his mouth over hers, filling it with his tongue as she came hard all over his hand. She lay in his grip, quivering and shuddering through the pleasure, until finally it passed. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
    ‘That was so good,’ she said, ‘let me return the favor.’
    She stood up from his grip and began running her hands over his firm chest. She worked her way down to his belt and jeans, gripped the huge bulge through the denim, as Bobby sighed with pleasure above her. Smiling up at him wickedly, Clara began to slowly unbuckle his belt. She opened his pants and pulled them slowly down, looking forward to facing his cock at last.
    Underneath his briefs, his cock seemed absolutely massive. Clara was not disappointed as she slid his underwear slowly down. It was like God’s own member.
    ‘You’re so big,’ Clara whispered to him, her face close to the heat of his thing. ‘I can’t wait to taste it.’
    She wrapped her hand around the shaft and worked it up and down a couple of times, relishing the look of pained lust on Bobby’s face above her. She guided the thick cock towards her face again and slowly opened her mouth as she lowered her head over it.
    Mmm , it was delicious. So hard and wet, so hot and powerful. Bobby grunted, breathing heavily, as Clara slowly opened her mouth all the way over his dick, feeling the head press against the back of her throat long before she hit the hilt. She gagged a little and then pulled back up, a sliver of saliva and precum falling out of her mouth. Bobby ran his hands through her hair as she opened her mouth and went over him again.
    She continued to work her head up and down over his huge cock until suddenly, without warning, Bobby hoisted her to her feet.
    ‘What is it?’ she asked.
    ‘Lie down on the desk,’ he grunted, ‘I want to eat you out while you suck on me.’
    ‘Ooh,’ Clara smiled, ‘I like the sound of that.’
    She let him lift her up and carry her over to the table, before lowering her on the surface. She watched as Bobby pulled off his jeans and climbed up onto the table beside her. He smiled and leaned back to allow her access to his great coil that stuck out before him, firm and rigid. Clara positioned herself in the sixty-nine position against his body and took his cock in her mouth again. Bobby took her legs in his hands and spread them apart as he lowered his face against her aching cunt. Clara went rigid as his tongue brushed against her lips, filling her body with tremendous pleasure.
    They stayed in that position for several minutes, each one feasting on the sexual heat of the other, while they both gave themselves up to the pleasure it caused. Clara could feel that Bobby would soon climax if she kept on as she was going so she began to kiss her way back up his body towards his head, pulling her own crotch free from the pleasure of his mouth.
    ‘What’s wrong?’ Bobby asked, suddenly jerked out of the spell of the moment.
    ‘I want you inside me,’ Clara whispered, licking her own juices off his chin and then kissing his hot mouth once more.
    Bobby rolled over onto his back and Clara lifted her legs over him, lowering her hungry cunt down onto his rock-hard cock. She bit her lip as her bottom lips spread open over his girth and she felt him slowly begin to enter her. She plopped herself down completely onto his cock and then started to rise again as she ran her hands all over his heaving chest. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
    ‘Oh God,’ she panted, ‘that feels so good!’
    She ran her