.ŕłŕż. ride like you mean it p2
part 1, masterlist
top!cowgirl!abby x bottom!citygirl!reader
art from olgasnoww on twt
part 2 as promised đ and on everyones soul i will be writing more cowgirl!abby iâm obsessed. not proofread yet so it might be rough in some spots
cross-posted on ao3
cw (r!receiving for all unless specified): porn with a plot, some fluff, dirty talk, pet names, banter, teasing, slut shaming, light degradation, praise kink, ab riding (r! rides a!), face sitting, pussy eating, fingering, strapping, ass play if you squint, strap sucking (a!receiving), slight dom/sub (both vers tho), they basically just go at it like animals tbh, manhandling, strap referred to as dick and cock, masturbation, spitting, rough sex, spanking, squirting, edging, implications of sex, implications of becoming fuck buddies
word count: 3.7k
!!men dni!!
Abbyâs steady hand stays on the small of your back the entire time both of you veer towards the doors of the bar. As you exit, the cool night air kisses your skin sending a soft shiver down your spine. Abby guides you through the dusty parking lot towards a beat up red truck. âHere wâgo,â her voice low in your ear while she ushers you towards the passengerâs side, body behind yours as she almost pins you to the rear door.
Her left hand unhooks the carabiner from her belt loop, passing it off to her right and then it immediately finds your waist again. The key sliding into the door, unlocking it with a click. ââF ya change your mind at any point, Iâll turn around ând drive back. No hard feelins,â her voice gentle. âI can assure you that will not be happeninâ.â your right arm going to open the passenger door for yourself but gets cut short by Abbyâs sturdy hand, which pushes your arm back into place followed by the door being opened for you; âI might be tryinâ to get in your pants, but I still got some class.â
The inside of the truck is nicer than you expected: softly worn brown leather covering the bench-style seating, steering wheel and dash covered in a tortoise shell enamel. The lack of seat belts is slightly nerve-racking as she drives down the bumpy gravel road, but it also gives you an idea. You slide off your boots, swinging your legs up and resting your feet on the benchâknees falling open as you do so.
Abbyâs breath catches in her throat, eyes briefly flicking down to the growing dark patch on your lacy pink thong. She clears her throat and focuses back to driving. âYâtryna veer us off the road sweetheart?â her voice pitches down. With eyes back on the highway, her hand grabs your calf, pulling you towards her, legs now across hers. You bite your lip at how easily she dos so; âJust showinâ you what youâre in for.â
Abby hums in response, hand trailing up your leg, resting high on your inner thigh and pinkyâever so slightlyâbrushing your clit through the fabric. A whine escapes from you when the truck hits a pothole, Abbyâs pinky pressing hard against the nerves. âYou put that on thinkinâ bout easy access or somethinâ?â she asks, hand still firmly planted just by your core. âIt was more of me knowing â it looked hot.â Abby nods, briefly turning her head towards you and squeezing your thigh, âAinât no denyinâ that part.â
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The truck is filled with lust and tension by the time the wheels crunch on the gravel of Abbyâs driveway. As soon as she puts it in park and turns off the ignition, you climb onto her lap straddling her. Your lips clash against hers and your tongue works its way into her mouth, tasting her and swallowing the whines that leave her throat. Breaking apart, your hands trail up over her wife pleaser, feeling her shoulders as you help her shrug off the green flannel she has on overtop. She tosses it into the backseat, grabbing your face and kissing you once more. Hands are everywhere; caressing waists, squeezing tits, running down arms, trailing up abs. âAnyone ever ridden these before?â you murmur against her lips, middle finger running along the muscles, twitching under your touch. Abby bites your bottom lip, she pulls away, âNo, but if you beg I might let you.â
âOh baby, I donât beg.â You reach down and pull a lever on the side of the bench, Abby falling with it as it lays flat, meeting the edge of the backseat. âTake off your shirt.â you command, her face stunned and irises almost completely taken over by black. Your gaze gets hungrier as she softly grunts sitting up and pulling her shirt off, muscles rippling, making your already soaked cunt even wetter. You place your fingers underneath the band of her sports bra, looking at her before going further. âPlease,â Abbyâs voice needy, the pads of your thumbs graze her hardened nipples before you pull the bra off. Your eyes immediately fall to the gorgeous set of small tits in front of you. âSo fuckinâ pretty.â A hand pushes her back down so sheâs laying flat, and you pull your own top over your head.
Your nipples graze hers when you bend over to kiss her again, both of you letting a soft sound into the otherâs mouth. Abby holds onto your hips, sliding you onto her stomach and she slowly guides them into a rocking motion. âFuuck yâre sâwet,â she groans, âBet those pretty panties are ruined.â Her hands trail up your stomach, taking squeezing the fat of your tits and pinching your nipplesâ your clit pulses, causing you grind down harder as you chase the feeling. You take her hands off of you and pin them above her head, chest spilling in her face. A groan comes from the blonde underneath you, sucking marks into the skin of your breast and her tongue circling your perked nipples.
âGod, look atcha,â you gasp as you roll your hips, âCould so easily overpower me but youâre lettinâ me use you like a fucktoy instead.â Abbyâs mouth is immediately unlatched from your skin, clearly taking your words as a challenge. She easily unpins herself from your grasp, seeing your shocked expression she quips: âWhat? Ya didnât think Iâd actually letcha win, did ya baby?â her hands push you down and off of her stomach, your slick leaving it gleaming in the moonlight. âYâtalk a lot of game for someone whoâs just gonna a be hole for me to use in a few minutes.â you attempt to rut against her belt buckle, clit twitching at the dirty words leaving the woman underneath you. Abby holds your hips still, a low chuckle coming from her: âThought ya said yâwerenât an easy lay.â her left arm reaching over to open the driverâs door before lifting you out. âI havenât fucked no one for over a year,â you feel the need to justify your reaction. âThen Iâll just hafta do an extra good job wearinâ yâout.â Abby swings you over her shoulder fireman style, kicking the truck closed.
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âOh Goddamn.â gasps fall from Abby as you lick her abs clean of your slick, siren eyes staring back up at her. You lick one long stripe from underneath her bellybutton up to the column of her hickey-covered throat, your hands kneading her perfect tits and pinching her rosy nipples. You get on your tip toes to kiss her properly, her hands scooping under your ass and lifting you up. She walks forward for quite a few strides, mouth still on yours and puts you down on her couch.
Her lips trail down your neck and chest, leaving deep purple bruises before soothing then over with her tongue. ââM dyinâ to get a taste of this pussy darlinâ.â Abby looks up at you with hungry eyes, hands resting on the button of your miniskirt. You lift up your hips to let her slip the rest of your clothing off. Your legs falling apart as she takes her thumbs and spreads the lips apart, âOh God,â your groan coming from deep within, the lack of sex in the past year clearly making you more sensitive than you thought. âSo pretty.â Abby coos, still holding your folds open for her. She spits on your clit (completely unnecessary as youâre dripping down your thighs) and the feeling of the warmth hitting your twitching clit elicits a whimper from your lips. Her thumb lazily grazing circles around the nerves.
âTell me what ya want.â Abbyâs tone turns commanding, a warmth jolting in your core and your pussy leaks more. âI w-want tâbe eaten out.â
âYeah? Who dâya wanna get eaten out by? Tell me baby.â
âYou,â hips bucking towards her mouth, which pulls away from your core ever so slightly. You whine, âAbbyyy fuckinâ do it already.â
âSay please.â a smug grin taking over her face when she looks up at you, resulting in an eyeroll from you, begrudgingly complying; âPlease Abby, need mâ pussy eaten so bad.â
âThere we go, good girl.â she murmurs almost against your slick folds. Licking a long stripe from your hold to your clit before hooking her arms around your thighs. Your hand flies down, tangling in her hair as your soft moans fill the room. Abby circles your clit with her tongue, sucking it in between her lips and flicking it, all while resting a finger against the bottom of your hole. âNeed you inside,â you moan as Abby repeats the motions in a beautiful rhythm. Her thick middle finger sliding into you, Abby moans into your cunt as your walls suck her in, your eyes rolling back at the vibration. She pumps the digit in and out, tongue now just flicking your clitâ jolts of pleasure travelling up your body each time tongue lashes against flesh. Abbyâs index finger joins her middle, spreading and stretching you open. When she finally curls the fingers up onto your G-spot your back arches off the couch and you cry out. âYes! Fuck right there!â Abby, being the good listener she is, hits that spot over and over.
The coil in your lower abdomen is on the verge of snapping now, moans falling from you and filling the room. Youâve discovered that tugging the blonde braid up to get her closer makes her moan, Abbyâs own hums only adding to the stimulation. ââM gâna cuuum, âm so-oo close fuuuck.â your pussy clenches around Abbyâs fingers, legs beginning to shake. And then youâre empty, her fingers pulling out with a wet pop.
âW- The fuck was at for?â you scowl down at the blonde, pulling the braid her hair is pulled into, âMmmh relax pretty, jusâ wanna see ya cumminâ on my dick.â You canât hell the desperate sound that comes out of you.
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Your eyes water as you gag on Abbyâs thick 8 inch clear dildo hitting the back of your throat, âFuck yâlook so good like this,â her tone low and breathy as the base of the strap grinds against her clit. She hasnât even bothered taking her jeans off. There was no need, with the harness on underneath the entire night all she had to do was quickly attach the silicone dick. Her high whines have you soaked, one of your hands letting go of the fabric covering her ass and sneaking between your own legs. Abbyâs bottom lip is raw from how much sheâs bitten it, âMhh, yâget turned on suckinâ my cock?â she asks, voice husky. You sink down onto two of you digits easily, eyes rolling back as the plastic dick muffles your moan. âY-yeah ride yâfingers fâmee, fuck âm gâna cum.â Abbyâs hand grasping your hair as she shudders with a soft cry, pulling the strap out of your mouth.
Abbyâs muscled arms bend you over the edge of her bed, a feral groan coming from her as she spreads your cheeks apart, weeping pussy fluttering around nothing. âFuck,â she groans, you hear her spit and feel it trickling down your ass. Abby teases around your pussy, âQuit it. Fuck me already,â you almost snap, voice strained and high. A chuckle comes from the woman behind you, she lines the tip up with your entrance. âYâsure you can handle it? I ainât goinâ easy on y-â You donât say anything and just push back onto the strap, which easily slides in. A strangled moan leaves your lips when Abby meets your movement with a thrust of her own, bottoming out. Her hips are against your thighs, not moving yet. Your arms get pinned behind your back, and you feel yourself fluttering around the dick. Abby leans over to whisper in your ear, the toy hitting your cervix and you cry out. âSo eager huh? Just want me to use you donât ya?â
Without even thinking you feel yourself wiggling your hips, trying to get some stimulation. âBe patient.â Abby tells you, words dripping with enjoyment. When she finally starts fucking into you, your eyes roll back and your moans fall from you uncontrollably. Your legs fall out from underneath you while Abbyâs movements hit every spot you need, youâre drooling onto her bed before you can even register. She lets go of your hands which immediately grasp onto the sheets as your cries get louder. âAb- Abby âm gonna- ahhh!â You feel one of her calloused hands pushing down on your back, which makes the feeling of your walls being hit by all the ridges of her strap more stimulating. âOh my God! âm cumminâ!â you almost scream, your legs off the floor as your knees bend. âFuuuck.â Abby groans, âYâlook like such a slut when yâcum for me baby.â
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Lying back on the bed as you begin lowering yourself on her strap again, Abbyâs eyes are heavy and her mouth is slightly agape. Pussy still sensitive, you whimper when you bottom out, leaning forward and grasping Abbyâs strong shoulders while you start rocking your hips slowly to ease yourself into another round. Your soft gasps fill the room, Abbyâs hungry voice joining it, âCâmon baby, ride like you mean it.â Itâs impossible not to listen to her needy tone. Your hips roll with more urgency, and you grasp your breasts with a hand, squeezing one while the other bounces. That, along with the wet sound of the strap getting sucked in and out you making Abbyâs neck strain back, a vein popping and a gasp leaving her at the visual and audial stimulation. âYeah,â the whimper comes from her without constraint.
âYou like watchinâ me ride this dick baby?â You coo, thumb brushing her lips as she nods frantically, hips grinding up into you evoking a loud moan as you grind down, pushing two of your fingers into her mouth. The feeling of her throat relaxing and the warm muscle of her tongue wrapping around your digits is what sends you buckling over on top of her with a cry, legs shaking. Abbyâs strong hands grab your ass and holds you down as she fucks up into you, chasing her own release. She squeezes the fat as she arches, her own orgasm hitting her. The two of you gasp in tandem, hair sticking to foreheads as the room fills with the smell of salt and sex. âNeeda see what your ass looks like when youâre ridinâ baby.â Abby pants after a few moments, helping you slide off the strap. âSo you were thinkinâ about that when I was on the bull?â a smile forming on your face, âShut up,â Abbyâs already flushed cheeks darkening as if her fantasizing is dirtier than anything the two of you have been up to all night.
Soon enough you find yourself in reverse cowgirl, the strap hitting spots deeper than before. Abbyâs moans now join yours, as she sees the inside of your pussy through the clear of the strap, pulling your ass apart to get a better look, âOh my God yâre soakinâ me,â her hips undulating against your own grinds. âFuuuck, yes,â your eyes roll back as you feel the sensations reverberating deep inside you, shooting up your bodyâAbbyâs palming of your backside only tightening the knot getting made low in your gut. âSlap it.â your words come out a strained beg. Abbyâs hand comes down on your ass, your hips buck forwards, one of the ridges of the strap catching a spot inside you, âharder.â Again. And again, and again. âOh God âm close,â you call out, and feel a thumb run down the seam of your ass, âThis okay?â You swallow harshly before your voice wobbles âYeah.â The tight circles against the hole have your legs shaking, the squelching sounds coming from your pussy increase. When the knot finally snaps, you feel a gush coming from you, âO-ohhhâ Abby shudders from underneath you.
Climbing off and laying beside her, your eyes notice the absolute mess on her jeans and the bed, âOh my God Iâm so sorry-â
âDonât apologize pretty,â a strong arm wrapping around you, âIt was hot as hell.â
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Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzt
You groan, opening your eyes which allows the brightness of the room to cause your head to pound. Abby is asleep next to you, her expression much softer than that of the one she has while awake. Less harsh. Your arm reaches over to the nightstand Abby insisted you charge your phone on after your activities ended last night. The screen far too bright when you squint and bring it to your face. âOh shit,â
dinaaa: 14 missed FaceTime calls - now dinaaa: what time r u coming home? - Today, 8:37am dinaaa: do u even have service out there? - Today, 8:15am dinaaa: kk going to bed, call me asap - Today, 2:44am dinaaa: let me know where you end up - Today, 12:07am ellie: text dina back sheâs being paranoid - Today, 12:03am dinaaa: r u coming back in or going home w her???? - Yesterday, 11:46pm
You read the messages, knowing how paranoid she can be about her friends going home with strangers, a small pang of guilt flashes through your chest for not even bothering to check your phone or let her know anything before you fell asleep. In your defence, you were absolutely drained, and for a good reason too. As you sit up from the bed, the sheets fall down from your naked body and cool morning air envelopes your top half. Abby stirs and mumbles something that you donât quite catch, hand lazily reaching over to you.
âWhat?â
âSaid donât leave yet.â she looks at you with sleepy eyes, her voice has a slight whine in it. âI ainât leavinâ donât worry. Just gotta answer the phone.â which is now on the foot of the bed, continuously buzzing. You know Dina wonât give up until you answer. âWhereâs my shirt,â you mumble, feet padding on the hardwood beneath, searching the room. The truck. Your shirt is in the truck. A frustrated groan leaves you when you remember. You are absolutely not going outside in nothing when itâs still this cold and early. âBorrow one of mine,â the blonde offers, âOh,â you smile over at her, âThank you.â Abby slips out of bed, her breasts and abs littered with dark purple marksâyou donât even want to see what your own look like. She hands you a soft cotton tee, plain and black.
The shirt falls to your upper middle thigh, essentially a minidress and you grab the phone, waiting for Dinaâs FaceTime to call again. âIâll just take a step outside,â you tell Abby, who nods as she slips back into the warm bed. When the phone buzzes to life, you finally answer. Dina and Ellie in the kitchen of your apartment, phone probably propped up on some ingredient bin. âOh, bless the Lord.â Dinaâs face relaxes and her tone is relieved, âI told ya that yâwere worryinâ about nothing. She was just busy getting railed,â Ellie tells her as she shovels a pancake into her mouth. âOkay but ya never know. They could have been stopped or kidnapped or-â You interject, âOkay so Iâm very, very much alive and very, very much in need of more sleep.â
Dinaâs eyes widen and she steps closer to the phone, âOh. My. God.â She looks over you, hair a mess, hickeys scattered across your neck, and makeup smeared. âYou need to tell us everythinâ when you get home later,â she orders, âHow was it though? Better have been good, I've been worried.â You canât help the smile that makes its way onto your face, âOh it was the best sex. And Iâm sorry I totally shouldâve updated ya before I went to bed, but I was real worn out.â A smirk forms on your best friendâs face: âYeah, bet yâwere reaaal tired.â This earns an eyeroll from you, âIâm gonna go back to bed, Iâll letcha know when Iâm on my way home.â
Once the call finishes, your eyes fall over to Abbyâs couch, in the light you can see it is a nice forest green colour, your hot pink panties littered in the arm of the couch juxtaposing the cosiness you would have otherwise associated with the shade. Your muscles ache as you head back into Abbyâs bedroom, joining her in the bed once more. Her arms pulling you closer as the both of you drift off again.
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âWe should take a shower,â Abby suggests when the two of you wake up again in the early afternoon, âYou can go first,â you yawn, and Abby raises an eyebrow: âI was thinkinâ more along the lines of showerinâ together.â
The warm water encapsulates both of you, Abbyâs braid undone, her hair long and flowing down the expanse of her broad back. It is strangely intimate for what is supposed to be a one night stand. âYou do this with all your hookups?â you ask, taking a pump of shampoo and massaging it into your scalp. Abby turns around, the height difference beautiful in the sense that youâre just above eye level of her breasts, but also inconvenient during a moment where your eyes should probably focus on hers. âOnly âf I like âem enough.â Your cheeks flush at the implication, and you hope it can be explained by the steam rather than her words. After the shower, which was quiet in a pleasant way, you bring your skirt and panties from the night before into her room. As you begin to pull on the wrecked pair, Abby interjects, âNo, no, just borrow somethinâ oâ mine to change into.â
âAre you sure? It really isnât a big deal-â
âOh donât start. I insist. Plus itâll give me a reason to see ya again.â She winks at you, grabbing a t-shirt and basketball shorts, bringing them over to you, âOnly âf thatâs sumân youâd like of course,â
âAbby, you just gave me the best sex of my life, whaddya think my answer is gonna be.â Her blue eyes look down at you, folded clothes in her hand, as she steps close, âThat neither of usâre gettinâ fucked by anyone else for the foreseeable future,â her eyes are hungry again, staring at your lips, âI like that idea.â The change of clothes she brought over for you are forgotten on the floor as your lips meet, shower quickly becoming ineffective as you fall apart on her fingers once more.
a/n: wow so like this might be the most intense thing iâve written.
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