Burning Desire

by Ami Snow

  “Oh, yeah,” the cowboy said. He reached out and pushed Daisy’s breasts together, deepening her already lush cleavage. “These are awesome.” He started kissing the pillowed top of her breasts, taking a moment to bury his face in their fleshy depths.

  Daisy smiled. The cowboy had a magic touch. Everywhere his fingertips brushed against her, she felt like shivers of electricity dancing over her skin. And when he kissed her titties – she could feel her pussy throbbing with excitement.

  “I want to see you too,” she said.

  He reached for the front of her bra. “In just a second. We’ve got to get rid of this.”

  Daisy laughed and turned around. “Girls like me don’t get to wear bras that hook in the front,” she said with a laugh. She directed his attention to the inch-thick row of hooks between her shoulder blade. “We’re a little more complicated.”

  “Thank god for that,” the cowboy said, stepping closer. Daisy could feel his hot breath against her neck as he slowly unhooked her bra. He smelled really good, too – a mix of soap and smoke and some earthy element she couldn’t quite place. It took all her willpower not to lean back into him. The cowboy seemed to sense this, and stepped forward just enough to grind his hardness against her jean-covered ass. He kissed her neck as the final hook came undone, sliding the thick black straps from Daisy’s shoulders one at a time. “I like complicated.”

  Daisy turned around to face him when her bra slid all the way off. Her breasts sagged somewhat without their lingerie support, but the cowboy didn’t seem to mind. His attention went right to her pink nipples, which were fully erect and aching for his attention. “So pretty,” he said, tracing his fingers over her puffy areola. Daisy shivered, almost uncontrollably. “And so sensitive.”

  He looked up at Daisy and smiled. “We’re going to have so much fun.”

  Daisy nodded and reached for her waistband. “I’m ready.” She was surprised at her own eagerness, but there was something about this cowboy that just did it for her. Maybe it was his frank desire – lots of guys were shy about admitting they wanted a big girl, but the cowboy wasn’t playing those games. When he looked at Daisy, it was as if he could see right through her clothes – and when her clothes were gone, the expression on the cowboy’s face was pure delight.

  It was a look that mirrored her own glee when the cowboy started shedding his own clothes. His strong muscular arms had led her to expect a pretty beefy torso, but that wasn’t even half of it. This guy was just made of muscle, especially in his shoulders and upper chest.

  “Holy shit, man,” Daisy said. “You must live in the gym.”

  He shook his head. “I hate gyms. They’re full of assholes.”

  Daisy laughed. “That’s why I stay out of them.” She let the cowboy get a good look at her blue lacy panties before sliding them off. “That, and the whole exercise thing.”

  The cowboy flexed for her. “That’s pure farm boy for you, Ma’am. Tossing hay bales for a whole herd of beef cattle.”

  “It looks like you’ve been tossing the cattle around, not the hay bales.” Daisy reached for the cowboy’s belt. “Let me help you with that.”

  “Music to my ears,” the cowboy said with a grin. He had an ornate silver belt buckle that was at least two inches long. It had a bull’s head on it and a bunch of writing that Daisy, in the heat of the moment and the dim light, just couldn’t read. There were other, more pressing things to pay attention to – like the cowboy’s cock.

  When freed from his blue striped underwear, the cowboy’s cock was long, thin, and clearly ready for action. Daisy wrapped her fingers around it, and slowly slid down the length of him, from the flared tip to the golden fringe of curls at the base. “This is going to be fun,” she said.

  “I want to fuck your big titties,” the cowboy said. He gently pushed Daisy into a seated position on the bed and pushed her breasts together around his cock. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. “God damn, that feels good.”

  Daisy smiled, and wrapped her hands over the cowboy’s. She knew a little extra pressure was the key to getting a man off this way. Moving slowly, she started shifting her massive jugs up and down, letting the rounded underside crush gently against her lover’s balls.

  “Damn, girl,” the cowboy said. He opened his eyes and looked at Daisy. “You know what you’re doing.”

  “I am to please,” Daisy said. “It’s not every day I get to play with a good looking cowboy.”

  He smiled. “I want to taste your sweet pussy.” He stepped backward, drawing himself slowly from Daisy’s fleshy bosom. “And you’re going to make me lose it too fast if we keep doing that.”

  “I’m hungry too,” Daisy said. They settled onto the bed in a loose 69, with Daisy bending one leg up to give the cowboy easy access to her blond-furred pussy while she did her best to swallow his cock.

  It was easier said than done. Although the cowboy’s cock was thin, it was surprisingly long. When Daisy slid her lips down as far as she could go, there was still plenty of room for her to wrap her chubby fingers around the base. She tried combining a pumping motion with some powerful suction, but with the cowboy lapping his talented tongue up against her clit, it was very difficult for her to stay focused.

  “God damn,” she growled against his prick. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “That’s the idea,” he replied, and then returned to kissing her juicy folds. The man had a tongue like a miniature prick; it parted Daisy’s labia with pinpoint accuracy and plunged in to hit her most sensitive spots.

  “Jesus!” Daisy’s whole body went rigid as the first waves of her orgasm ripped through her. She couldn’t help but trap the cowboy’s head between her thighs – if he stopped doing what he was doing, she was going to die, she just knew it, and she wasn’t about to take that chance. “Holy sweet Jesus!”

  The cowboy wrapped one arm around each of Daisy’s thick thighs, easing them apart just enough to let some air get in. His kisses became even more intense, with lighting fast flickers of his tongue tracing over and over Daisy’s clit.

  She thought she’d been at the peak of her pleasure, but Daisy was wrong. The cowboy’s knowing tongue pushed her to new levels of ecstasy. Her legs came apart as a new orgasm hit. For the first time in her life Daisy experienced a squirting orgasm, coating the cowboy’s face with a thick layer of her desire.

  “Holy shit,” she said, after. It took a long time for her body to stop shaking, during which time the cowboy used his t-shirt to wipe off his grinning face. “That was amazing.”

  “Yeah, it was.” The cowboy rolled Daisy onto her back. “And now that I know you’re all ready for me?” He moved into position between her splayed thighs, lining up the thick head of his cock against her pussy. “This is going to be even better.”

  He slid in smoothly, burying himself balls deep in Daisy’s pussy with one stroke. She screamed with pleasure, surprising herself, and clapped her hands over her mouth to stop any more sounds from coming out.

  The cowboy laughed, and started slowly pushing in and out of her. “Go ahead and sing,” he told Daisy. “I want to hear it. And if anybody minds it? Fuck them. This isn’t that good of a hotel.”

  Daisy laughed. The act of laughing with the cowboy seemed to change something in the way they lined up together. Suddenly they were moving easier and faster; her generous hips rocking up to meet his slim thrusts.

  “Yeah, baby,” the cowboy said. “Give it to me. Give it to me.” Effortlessly, he guided one of Daisy’s legs up so her calf was resting on his shoulder. This allowed his dick to slide even further in; Daisy couldn’t believe the sounds that were coming out of her mouth. They went on like this for a few more thrusts, each one deeper and more intense than the one before, then the cowboy moved again, and Daisy found herself on her hands and knees, facing away from him.

  “Oh, yeah,” he growled. His hands rested lightly on her bulging hips; she could feel the rough, calloused skin of his fingertips pressing into her fl
esh. “Rider…fucking…up.” His cock slid into her effortlessly; Daisy was suddenly fuller than she’d been before. Her breasts were hanging freely beneath her. They swung back and forth, slapping against her arms and belly as the cowboy began riding her. The sound they made was soon the only thing to be heard in the room, aside from Daisy’s groans and the cowboy’s occasional “Hot damn!”

  Daisy’s need began to build again. She started thrusting back harder and harder, at one point, almost knocking the cowboy off of his feet. She laughed over her shoulder at him. “You’d better hold on, buckaroo!”

  He laughed back. “I ride two thousand pound bulls for fun, sweetheart. You’re not going to buck me off.”

  So Daisy decided to try. She started moving faster and faster, letting the momentum build up. Her balance on the bed wasn’t super great, but Daisy managed to stay mostly upright. She let her forearms bend a bit, taking some of the weight off of her shoulders and angling her hips higher into the air, but the cowboy didn’t miss a trick. He stayed right there with her, one hand lightly gripping her hip while his cock kept sliding in and out, in and out.

  “Is that the best you’ve got?” he asked.

  Daisy tried harder. She planted her feet and straightened her knees as best she could, lifting the cowboy up off of the bed with her. He stuck to her back like a burr, no matter what she did. Rolling her hips and dropping her shoulders all the way to the bed only made the cowboy laugh – and his fervor intensify.

  “God damn,” he said. “If this is what you Boston girls are like, I’m gonna have to head up north.” He slapped her ass lightly. “Yankee pussy is pretty damn sweet.”

  She laughed. “Yankee pussy?” Daisy gave a dramatic jump, and nearly dislodged the cowboy. “I’m from Boston, baby. That means the Red Sox.”

  He lurched forward behind her, and Daisy found herself collapsing onto the bed with the cowboy’s weight on top of her. “Oh, shit,” she heard him whisper, just before he said, “Here it comes, pretty.” His need filled her up, hot and wet.

  They lay tangled together for a few minutes. Daisy enjoyed having the solid weight of him on her back; it was like an embrace, but even better. Then he rolled off, onto his side, and looked at the ceiling for a long minute.

  “You know what would be good?” he asked.

  “What’s that?”

  “If you told me your name,” the cowboy said, and laughed. “I wanted to say your name, you know…at the end there…and I realized I didn’t know it.”

  “I should have you guess,” Daisy said.

  The cowboy shook his head. “I’m a terrible guesser.”

  “Try it.”

  “Jennifer,” he said. “All the pretty girls seem to be named Jennifer.”

  Daisy laughed. “That’s funny. My sister’s name is Jennifer.” She held out her hand, and introduced herself. “I’m Daisy.”

  The cowboy smiled. “Daisy. That’s a really pretty name.” He looked her up and down again, taking his time to check out her large tits, rounded belly and full hips. A fine sheen of sweat still clung to Daisy’s skin, like a glistening coat of diamonds. “A pretty name for a pretty lady.”

  “You’re sweet,” Daisy said. “And now you’re going to tell me your name.”

  The cowboy sat up, and pulled the sheets up over his waist. “Man, I wish I never gave up smoking,” he said. “After that? A man wants a cigarette.”

  Daisy grabbed her purse, and pulled out a pack of Marlboros. “Should I lead you into temptation?”

  The cowboy smiled. “Ma’am, I think you’ve already done that.” He waved off the proffered cigarette. “Besides, it was tough enough quitting the first three times.”

  “So,” Daisy said, after a pause. “Are you ever going to tell me your name?”

  The cowboy looked sideways at her. “You really don’t know who I am?”

  Daisy shook her head. “Not a clue.”

  The cowboy smiled. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s the best thing I’ve heard in a while.”

  “You get off on being the mysterious stranger?” Daisy said, with a laugh. “Who was that masked man?” She traced her fingertips over the cowboy’s cheeks. He needed to shave; the very first traces of a very fine blond beard were beginning to appear. “But you forgot to wear your mask.”

  The cowboy’s blue eyes were shining with an almost electric glow. “For as long as I can remember – my whole life, really – every time I got with a girl, it’s been after I started getting famous.” He blushed. “Well, not famous – you know – rodeo famous.”

  “You can be rodeo famous?” Daisy asked, incredulous.

  The cowboy laughed. “Well, maybe not in Boston. But back home – in Oklahoma? Rodeo’s a big deal. I’ve been competing since I was in middle school.”

  “And you’re pretty good at it?”

  “I do all right,” he said, blushing a little. “It can be a real pain in the ass. People always watching what you’re doing. Putting your business out there on the internet. I don’t like that.”

  “I guess that’s the price you pay when you’re rodeo famous,” Daisy agreed. “So these girls, the girls you slept with, were your fans?”

  “Some were,” the cowboy said. “And that was weird.” He shook his head. “You’re in bed with this girl, having a good time, and you realize that she doesn’t see you. I mean, she sees you, but not who you are – she sees who she thinks you are.”

  “Your image,” Daisy nodded. “The big star.”

  “Not such a big star,” the cowboy protested.

  “But how many stars are in that sky?” Daisy asked. “If it’s dark all around you, a star doesn’t need to be that big to stand out.” Her eyes dropped to the cowboy’s sheet covered crotch, and she blushed. “Although you’re definitely big enough to stand out plenty.”

  The cowboy laughed, leaned in and kissed her. “You’re a really sweet girl.”

  Daisy kissed him back. “You’re just saying that because I don’t give a shit about the rodeo.” She let her gaze travel slowly over his naked body. “That hot body of yours, on the other hand…”

  Clay blushed, a scarlet flush that started around his shoulders and traveled all the way up to his face. “The way you talk, girl. It really does something to me.”

  “Something good?” she asked.

  Clay took Daisy’s hand and guided it to his stiffening cock. “Why don’t you tell me?”

  Daisy gave him a few strokes, squeezing gently as she went. “So are you going to tell me your name?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper. “Since I’m so sweet and all.”

  “I’m not sure if I should,” he replied. He closed his eyes and shuddered at her touch. “It’s kind of nice, you not knowing.”

  “Lie to me,” Daisy suggested. “It’s not like I’m ever going to know the difference.”

  The cowboy grew suddenly serious. “Well, that wouldn’t be right,” he said, “not after everything we’ve done.” He moved to kiss Daisy again, stopping just before their lips touched to stare searchingly into her eyes. “My name is Clay.”

  He watched her reaction closely, and seemed very pleased that no light of recognition went off in her eyes. Daisy wasn’t trying to be coy: the only Clay she’d ever heard of was the American Idol guy, and this big, beefy cowboy definitely wasn’t him.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Clay,” Daisy whispered, savoring the feel of his name in her mouth. Then Clay was kissing her, an embrace that got more and more passionate until they were falling back into the bed.

  “It’s nice to meet you too,” Clay said. He started sucking on one of Daisy’s sensitive nipples, using both hands to squeeze her behemoth breast into his mouth. “Very nice.”

  “Oh, God,” Daisy groaned. She let her fingers slide over Clay’s close-cropped blond hair. The golden fuzz felt like velvet against her palms. “That feels so good.”

  Clay switched his attentions to her other breast, using his fingertips to squeeze the nipple he’d j
ust abandoned. Daisy, who’d thought she couldn’t possibly come any more than she already had, started squirming on the bed.

  “Oh, yeah,” Clay said, rubbing his body up against hers. “Keep that up, pretty lady, and I’m going to have to get on board.”

  Daisy spread her legs, giving Clay plenty of room to slide between her ample thighs. “What are you waiting for?”

  For the second time that evening, Daisy felt the thick, broad tip of Clay’s cock pushing against the entranceway to her pussy. This time, the cowboy was moving a little slower. He eased his way in, pushing himself in only a few inches before holding still.

  Daisy raised her legs and wrapped the cowboy’s back, urging him to go deeper. “What’s the holdup?”

  Clay smiled at her. “I don’t want it to go too fast,” he said. “And your sweet pussy is so tight that I just might.”

  Daisy wiggled her hips. “But you feel so good inside me,” she said, almost, but not quite, pouting. “I want you to fill me up.”

  “Mmm,” Clay said. He actually pulled his cock out of Daisy a little bit, withdrawing as far as the very end of his cockhead, before sliding slowly back in. “I’m a gonna. Just not yet.”

  “You’re trying to drive me crazy,” Daisy panted. She rocked her hips up to meet Clay’s slow, shallow thrusts, sighing heavily each time he pulled out of her.

  “Is it working?” Clay asked, before bending his head to suck on Daisy’s tit again. “Because I’ve got to say I’m really liking it.”

  “Oh, god,” Daisy groaned, arching her back. She could feel her pleasure building; deep in her pussy there was an increasingly demanding hunger to be filled. “It’s definitely working.” Her blue eyes flew open to meet Clay’s. “Please don’t stop.”

  “I’m not going to stop.” Clay shifted into a comfortable, slow rhythm. “Not for a long, long time.”

  Daisy had time to really look at her lover, now that he was moving at a slower pace. His skin wasn’t the unmarked plain she’d imagined it to be. Instead, he was covered with a network of fine white scars, some nearly as thick as Daisy’s thumb. Over his right pec, just below his collar bone, there was a large round pink scar, almost two inches across.