The Big Girl and Cowboy Show - An Alpha Cowboy Erotic Romance by Cleo Page Read Free Book Online Page B

second time was more familiar, but no less phenomenal. With the angle of attack changed from adopting this new position, a whole other set of deep sensations accompanied the undeniable fullness in my pussy. I adjusted quickly as my malleable insides took to Randall’s shape. I let him know as much by pressing myself back against him and driving his cock into me as deeply as it could go. That was as much of a signal as Randall needed and he started to undertake the smooth in and out motion he had proven to be so adept at moments ago.
    “Faster, Randall. Don’t hold back. I want to feel you come in my pussy.”
    Randall didn’t speak. Instead he quickened his thrusting, making sure to still probe me with the entire length of his substantial tool. I felt his hands tighten on my hips, his fingers digging into me. I could feel his fingernails. They felt sharp on my skin and added to the shockwaves that were spilling over me. “Yes, Randall! Faster!” At the sound of my voice, Randall began thrusting faster still. “God! Yes, Randall! More!” With this last proclamation from me, I heard Randall respond with a guttural moan that turned into a growl. He sounded fierce. Wild. He growled again, only this time with no preceding moan. Immediately after the second growl, it felt like his cock grew even larger, sturdier than it was already. He fucked me faster now. Jackhammering my pussy. Slamming his giant cock relentlessly deeper and deeper into my greedy chasm.
    “Jesus Christ, Randall! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” I was beginning to lose control myself now. I couldn’t see straight any longer. My tits were swinging back and forth with such momentum that they were slapping into me. I could feel my own pleasure welling up inside me again, approaching release at an incredible pace. “Come in my fucking pussy, Randall! Now! Please!” Incredibly, Randall had another gear left in him, and started to hammer at my pussy faster than I could even understand. This started to push me over the edge. As I began to spasm again and tighten around Randall’s cock for a second time, I could feel Randall stiffen slightly in anticipation of his own release. That subtlety amidst the controlled chaos of our movements was enough to start the cascade of my climax. I screamed, “Rannndaaalll!”
    My screaming was enough to send Randall over the edge and he let out a terrifyingly ferocious growl of his own that somehow made me feel strangely satisfied as I writhed against him. I had no time to dwell on that feeling though, because in the next instant I was consumed by the sensation of Randall beginning to come in my welcoming pussy. “Yes, Randall! Come for me!” I could feel the jet of his seed pulsing against my insides with each powerful spray from his throbbing cock. He continued to thrust as he came more and more. So much that it began to spill out of me as he continued to drive into my pussy, his cum running down over my button and dripping onto the duvet below. Finally, after what was an amazingly long display, the last of Randall’s aftershocks subsided. Breathing heavily, we both fell forward in a heap. On our way down to the bed, Randall pulled his barely softened cock from my pussy and I felt the rest of the warm load of his cum overflowing from my lips.
    Randall was now laying on his side, draped over me, my tummy still flat on the bed and my head facing away from him. “Randall. My goodness. That was incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that. I mean, never.” Randall was quiet, save for his breathing, which was still understandably heavy. “And those sounds you made! That . . . growling. So, so sexy. I love feeling like I made you go all primal.” His breath was beginning to slow now. “My god, Randall. You’re an animal! A sexy, sexy, incredible animal. I love it!” I turned my head toward Randall and shifted myself onto my side, mirroring Randall’s position. “Look! You’ve even got some sexy animal fur on your