“OH, YEAH,” I MOANED IN pure carnal ecstasy as my lover plunged himself deep inside my core, shattering past my control. I was on my hands and feet, back arching and meeting every thrust. “Oh, shit!” Give it to me, baby!”

“You like that?” Michael Sheridan, my lover, rasped, twisting his hips to pierce me in a corkscrew manner from behind, his knees astride and slipping on the smooth, polished hardwood floor in my room, his body gyrating and pumping. Having him inside me was indescribable. “Tell me you like it.”

“Oh, babe, you know how I. . . Ugh!” I grunted when Mike hit something deep inside me, causing me to flinch a little, my head arching back, my jet-black, shaggy hair, moist with sweat, clinging to my forehead. Pain rose from my behind but was quickly replaced with an exotic sensation that was close to pleasure. Having him inside me was really indescribable. It seemed like every time we made love was like our first. I seemed to never get tired of him—never had enough of him. He was just awesome.

 “Sorry,” Mike apologized softly and lay on my drenched back, stopping his piston movements, and trailing kisses on my sweat-coated shoulder and neck, as if it would make the stabbing sensation go away—which it did. “I got a little carried away,”

 “It’s okay,” I assured him, wanting to feel that bordering sensation again, clenching my muscles around his hard, colossal manhood, making my point known.

 “Ooh,” Mike hissed, rising from my back and pulling his dick out a little. “Keep doin’ that and I’ll come,”

 “Baby, I want you to come,” I said, riding his erection and doing that clenching move again. The wash of lust and passion was overwhelming me, making me a slave to my deeper and basic instinct. Heat soared through my already hot body and added fuel to the burning desire that was consuming every particle of my being. Just the mere thought of his seed spilling inside me was almost unbearable to the extent that I wanted him to keep fucking me until he had nothing more to give. “I wanna feel you shootin’ inside me,”

 “We can agree on that,” Mike grinned as I looked over my shoulder, and continued to thrust inside my hungry hole, entering me on a downward angle that hit my spongy prostate every time his broad head passed it.

I groaned and moaned with Mike’s every sure, skillful strokes, squirming and bucking under the intense burst of pleasure. The fire inside me never seemed to die down or flicker, even, it just seemed to grow wilder and stronger, burning though this dark hour of need and desire. I would never get enough of this man.

I remembered the time when Mike had first move into town, remembered that I had been star-struck the very first time I had laid my eyes on the hot newcomer from another small town.

I’d been looking for someone to hire as a farmhand, six months ago, on my small ranch. I’d had been spreading the word through town when this sizzling stranger came to me, and asked if