The Curvy Vet and the Billionaire Cowboy (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) by Victoria Wessex

groin. “I thought about you, too,” I said softly, gazing up at him. I didn’t actually say your cock, but that’s where my eyes were. It was just a little darker tan than I’d imagined it in my fantasy, but the same size, thick and long in a way that made my eyes go wide. But what really got me was the head. He was silky-smooth and gray-purple, and the shape of it, the blunt, throbbing size of it, made me go weak. I imagined it inside me, right up inside me, and my hands unconsciously gripped at the grass in anticipation.
    Russ sank to his knees and gently eased my thighs apart. He started to kiss me, and at first I wound my arms around his neck, drawing him down to my lips. But he quickly broke free and started working his way down, following the curve of my neck. Down to my collarbone. Down to my—
    My hands clutched at his shoulders. His mouth was hovering above my left breast, close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath on the wet flesh. He kissed the peak tenderly and then started lapping with his tongue, stroking me with the tip, dragging it around and around the edge of my areolae without quite touching the hard nub itself. I started to tremble, then groan, then grind my shoulders and ass against the ground.
    At last, he opened his mouth wide and engulfed me, taking my nipple into the hot darkness, slathering me, sucking me, making the pleasure spiral inwards in the shape of his movements, twisting right down to my core. He took my other breast in his hand, working my nipple hard with his thumb, drawing the already-hard flesh up into glorious, puckered tightness. He started to alternate, using both hands and his mouth to cup and squeeze and lick at my breasts until I was panting. When he knelt back to look at me, the soft flesh was throbbing, a flush rising across the top of my chest.
    He moved down my body, trailing a lazy “S” of kisses across my stomach. Then he explored the curve of my mons, following the soft skin I kept shaved until he reached the little strip of auburn hair. His lips, hard and insistent, touched me through the soft curls, still wet from the lake. He kissed his way down to my clit, breathing lightly on it, stroking it with just the very edge of his lips until I thrashed and moaned, squirming in the grass to get him to come closer. Very delicately, he drew the tip of his tongue down my lips and up the other side, over and over, until I felt myself part for him, showing the liquid heat inside. He went back to my clit, twisting the end of his tongue around and around it while his thumb teased my opening, and spiraled higher and higher, rushing towards a climax. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair, not wanting it to happen too soon, wanting him inside me, but he gently took my wrists and pushed them back down to the grass. He glanced up at me just once, a look in his eyes that made me go weak inside. He wanted me to come first.
    He took my clit into his mouth, sucking and slowly licking, building up into a rhythm, and my climax began to shake and boil inside me. My heels were digging into the grass, my shoulders crushing it beneath me as I arched up to meet him. I came in a sudden rush that left me gasping, face lifted towards him, mouth open and panting as the release slammed through me, a black explosion in my brain.
    I slumped back down and stared at him as he sat back on his heels. His cock was stiffly erect, up almost against his stomach. He gazed at me and I knew without words what he was asking. I nodded.
    He pushed my thighs a little farther apart. I could feel my lips part again, open and ready for him. The shining, bulbous had of his cock came closer, the slit gleaming.
    Something sparked in my brain, a lifetime’s training in being sensible kicking in. “Condom,” I said.
    He just looked down at me and smiled. He was panting as hard as I was.
    I remembered the conversation by the campfire. Oh my God…he meant it. The thought of that was as much a turn