Whitey Winn One Shots

Insatiable

Whitey woke already feeling a bit groggy and tied no doubt from last night. He sat up and swung his feet onto the cold wooden floor rubbing his face and getting to his feet to pull on his trousers. He felt kinda weirdly uncomfortable fully aware just how low he was after such an active night,

"hummm? Whitey?" Y/n whined from their bed. Her body was covered only by the sheets her hair messy from last night's activities. His wife was whining already that her husband was leaving the bed,

"Mornin', sweetheart," Whitey drawled, strolling back over to the bed as he pulled his belt tight, his bare chest glistening in the morning light streaming through the window. He leaned down, giving Y/n a gentle kiss on the forehead, his lips brushing against her skin. "Got to get goin', darlin'," he whispered, trying to rouse her from sleep. "Sheriff needs me to check on the Wilsons' place out by the river."

she pouted pushing out her bottom lip and making her eyes as wide as possible,

"Oh, come on, Y/n," Whitey coaxed, running a hand through her tangled locks. "It's just a quick ride out. I'll be back before you know it." He gave her another soft kiss on the cheek, trying to coax a smile from her sleepy face. "You can stay right here in bed and rest," his voice trailed off, "I could bring you back some fresh fish from the river, and we could have us a little picnic breakfast?"

"can't you stay a little longer? Please?" She begged sitting up to kneel on the bed and kissing his lower stomach

"Ah, Y/n," Whitey's voice caught in his throat as her warm lips brushed against his skin. "Mmm...you're makin' it mighty hard for me to leave," he whispered, his hands drifting down to gently cradle the back of her head. "But I gotta get goin'," he murmured, his fingers tangling in her hair as she continued to nuzzle him. "I promise I'll make it up to you tonight, okay?"

she didn't listen undoing his belt and trousers and licking across his still cock still overstimulated from last night,

"Ah...oh Lord..." Whitey's eyes rolled back in his head as her tongue danced across his sensitive flesh. "Mmm...Y/n, stop," he tried to protest, but his voice was barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, pressing himself deeper into her mouth as she took him further down her throat. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Whitey felt himself teetering on the edge of release. "Y/n, wait...stop," Whitey gasped, his hands grasping for her shoulders to pull her away from him but with a sudden surge of possessiveness, Whitey flipped Y/n onto her back, pinning her beneath him and pushing her thighs wide. "I want you," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. And with that, he plunged deep inside her, feeling the warmth and tightness envelop him like a vice.

Their bodies moved together in perfect syncopation, the rhythm building until they were both panting and straining towards release.

she squealed in excitement at getting what she wanted wrapping her legs around him and arching her back Letting her breasts bounce as he thrusts

"Yes... oh God yes..." Whitey's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity as he pistoned himself in and out of her wet pussy.

Her breasts bounced wildly under his chest, the nipples hard and erect, and Whitey couldn't resist reaching down to claim one in his mouth.

He sucked hard on her nipple, feeling it pucker even further in response, and Y/n's body arched up off the bed, her legs tightening around him like a vice. Whitey grunted, his hips pumping faster now, driven by pure animal instinct. His teeth grazed her nipple, sending shivers down her spine as he continued to drive into her with reckless abandon.

Y/n's moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of their tiny cabin as Whitey's pace quickened, his body slick with sweat.

He reached down to grab her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her with increasing ferocity.