Sam leaned down, sucking one puckered tip into his mouth, before running his tongue over it again and again in lazy circles. His dick ached at that sound she made. A soft hiss and a moan. Desperate pleas for him to keep going. No way she wanted him to stop. He switched to the other breast, before using his hand to push the luscious mounds together a bit more. He opened his mouth, flattening the tip of his tongue so he could worship both of her nipples at the same time. More desperate noises, even louder as she gripped the back of his head, pulling him closer. If Sam died this way, he’d happily welcome his maker in this moment, with his name on Amanda’s lips.

He moved to stand off the bed and made quick work of rolling the condom into place. “I’m gonna eat that pussy. Believe me. I just—”

“No. Now. Yeah. I want you now.” Amanda slid farther up the bed giving him room to join her, but seemed to suddenly have a change of heart. She hopped to the floor, motioning for him to get on the bed. “I wanna be on top.”

“I don’t see a downside to this.” Sam tried not to bounce onto the bed like an overzealous eight-year-old. He made himself comfortable against the headboard, then held out a hand for her to join him. She came closer to the bed, then seemed to have a change of thought. She hurried across the room, taking her braids down from their high bun as she went, then reached for his Stetson on the hook.

“May I? Or does this violate some sort of cowboy code of hat ethics?”

“You could put on a clown wig and a beret and I wouldn’t give a shit. Get over here.”

She laughed, delicately placing the hat on her head before hurrying back over to join him. She carefully climbed over his lap, positioning herself exactly where they both wanted her to be. He gripped his dick and placed it right at the entrance of her slick, warm pussy.

“How do I look?” she asked as she teased them both, rubbing herself along the swollen head of his erection.

“I think you need a Stetson of your own. I like it,” Sam said with a groan as she sunk down onto him. She took a few inches before sliding back up again. He wasn’t packing the longest dick around, but he wasn’t ashamed to brag about the thickness of it. It felt amazing, the way she took her time getting used to him, up and down, taking more and more until she’d taken every inch.

She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands just above his shoulders. “I’m not too proud to admit this.” He reached down and gripped her lush hips.

“To admit what, baby?”