I knew what I was getting myself into when I released that monster from its pants prison and it nearly bitch slapped me across my face.
But knowing, rationally, that something is big, and getting down to its level, while you try and figure out how the hell you’re going to get your mouth around it? Honey, those are two different things completely.
My first thought is wow. Oh my god. Woooooow. Wife me, big boy. Let me have your babies.
But my second thought is, that’s so not going to fit.
Lucky me, then, because Darcy believes in me even when I don’t totally believe in myself. Before I know it, he’s fisting a handful of my hair and pulling my mouth towards his massive, throbbing sex pole with nefarious intent.
When some guys say they’re going to fuck your mouth, what they really mean is they’re going to half-heartedly thrust against your tongue, until they totally lose themselves in how good that feels, and leave you to finish the job for yourself.
One look from Darcy’s gorgeous eyes and I can tell that, in true Mr. Big form, when he says he’s going to fuck my mouth, he means business.
“Stick that slutty tongue out,” he commands.
I open my mouth and let my tongue roll out until the tip of it is touching my chin. That’s when Darcy slaps my warm, wet tongue with his hard, heavy cock. My pus
sy throbs on impact, and then we’re off.
With a thrust of his hips, he pushes himself in. My lips wrap around him, stretching to accommodate his width. He’s not even halfway in and I’m already starting to gag on him.
I thought I’d trained that pesky gag reflex away back in college, but apparently all it takes is a sufficiently meaty dick to bring it all crashing back to me.
He pulls out just enough for me to get a nice, hard suck on his cockhead and a quick breath of air. Then it’s halfway, slamming into the back of my throat.
The next thrust feeds me three inches more. With nowhere to go but down, he takes my throat. It feels so fucking good that I moan involuntarily. The vibrations rattle up and down the length of his shaft, and right on cue, he gives me more. And more. And more.
My whole body is on high alert. I totally can’t breathe, but I’m like, so in love with it. He’s pounding away at my mouth, slamming into me so hard and fast I can’t even see straight.
All I can think is how I’ve been fantasizing about this moment since he first popped into my chat room. How I haven’t been able to get him out of my head for three fucking days, and now he’s literally inside me, using my mouth like I’m just another escort whore.
But then he pulls my head back, and from the way he’s staring down at me, I can tell that one thing has changed. He looks out of control. Totally unhinged.
Both of our chests are heaving. It feels like if one of us was to make the slightest movement towards the bed, he’d have my legs wrapped around his hips in an instant while he plows me like a highway in Canadian winter.
There’s a long string of saliva running from my lips to his huge, throbbing dick. I slurp it back up noisily as I swallow his cock again with renewed energy.
Because I’ve got him.
Because I know, no matter if Darcy has more money than any one man has any right having, I’ve finally given him something he can’t pay for.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck! God, Lizzie, give it to me. Fuck yes!”
I hum a garbled string of pleasure noises as I bob my head up and down, taking all of him in my mouth like I was goddamn born for this.
“Mmm—fuck, Lizzie. I’m so close…if you keep that up, I’m going to come—I’m going to—”
And that, dear reader—that, of all times, was when disaster struck.
“Lizzie?!” I hear a voice bellow from downstairs.
You can say what you like about Catherine the Great, but her timing is nothing if not impeccable.
I can feel Darcy stiffen at the sound.
“Lizzie…” he rasps.
I plunge my mouth back down on him again. I’m not stopping. No. Absolutely not. I’ve earned this cock, and I’m taking it.