then took my hand away and wrapped my arm around Randall’s lower back.
We stopped kissing, and Randall moved his head back enough that we could focus on each other’s eyes. We stayed like that for a second, looking at each other. For the briefest moment I wondered what the hell I was even doing there, but that was quickly erased by the strong sense of calm that I had felt ever since I had arrived at the farm. This felt very right, it was very right, for so many reasons. Obvious reasons, and reasons that I was sure would present themselves to me over time.
“Please, Randall. Fuck me now.”
“It would be my absolute honor, Ms. Lyall.”
I laughed, “You do have a way with words, don’t you?”
“What can I say? You bring out the best in me, Connor.”
“Oh! You flatter me!” I batted my eyelashes at him exaggeratedly. It was great fun to be silly with Randall. I was already feeling like he was bringing out the best in me as well.
“Well, ma’am, the truth is always true.”
A big dopey grin spread across my face and we both laughed. I pulled Randall back to me and kissed him through my smile. “You’re something else . . . Mr. Hemming.” I playfully overdid my delivery of Mr. Hemming , mimicking Randall’s way of calling me Ms. Lyall .
Our laughing kiss quickly escalated in intensity. I felt Randall, who had kept his cock perfectly poised and in the exact same spot that I had positioned him while we had our brief conversation a second earlier, start to press forward with his body. My pussy, soaking wet, relented and began to stretch wide to accommodate the incredible girth of Randall’s rock-hard cock. “Oh my fuck!” I blurted out as more and more of him slid deep into me. He moved slowly, obviously aware that my insides were going to have to adjust to his massiveness. Even so, I could see lightning bolts on the inside of my eyelids as the pain from such an enormous tool stretching me to my limits mixed and swirled with the most profound pleasure I had ever felt. This was, incredibly, making me even more crazy than when Randall had made me come with that incredible tongue of his just a short while ago.
Buried to the hilt inside of me now, Randall paused long enough to feel me exhale. I had unconsciously been holding my breath as I engulfed the last of his length. “I’m good,” I said, assuring Randall that I was okay, realizing that he was aware of why I would have been holding my breath. Upon hearing my affirmation, Randall began to draw back out of me. As he moved his hips further and further back, I could feel the ring from the helmet of his cock rolling over every one of the ridges along the top of my pussy as he passed by them. Just as I felt the pressure of the head of his cock push against the inside of my opening, Randall changed direction and slid himself forward into me again in one fluid motion. Bending his head down toward my chest, he brought his hand to my right breast and hoisted it to his mouth. Alternating between gently circling his tongue around my areola and taking the whole of my nipple into his mouth, he sucked with just enough force to shoot tingles of energy right down to my navel. All the while he continued with his thrusting motion, steadily increasing his pace just a tiny bit with each lunge forward until he was impaling me about once every second.
“Randall! Fuck! You’re like a machine!” I exclaimed with the beginnings of a quiver in my voice. His unfaltering movements were propelling me closer and closer toward climaxing again already. I’ve always been one of the lucky ones who could actually come just from fucking, but it had never felt like it was going to be so easy to get there before. “Fuck me harder, Randall!” And fuck me harder he did. Adjusting himself from being propped on his elbows to being high above me on his knees, he lifted my right leg and brought it right up beside his face, hooking my ankle on his shoulder. From this new position,
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