I happily lap my cum from Darcy’s strong, fat fingers, and as he pulls them out, I sit up and catch my breath.
I glance up and down at Darcy and am reminded of his spectacular cock as I stare at it at full attention yet again. Goddamn, that fucking thing is huge. I want it inside of me.
I stand up and straighten my clothing and tousle my hair gently. Floor sex gives you the most stubborn tangles, but I do what I can to tame it before it’s too cumbersome.
Darcy follows suit and is on his feet just moments after me. He holds me from behind and breathes onto my neck and pecks his lips, starting at my jawbone and ending at my shoulder.
His hands cup my tits. They’re such a perfect size and shape for his large hands—just enough for him to hold and for them to spill over slightly. He massages them and pushes his cock against my leg.
I place my hands over his and drag them down my curvy waist and onto my hips. I let go and run my hand up behind me and bring my face close to his, my head tilted up.
I breathe in his cologne, and my fingers rest on the back of his neck. I poke my ass out and brush against his lower abs and cock, swaying back and forth sensually.
I bring my hand back down and stretch my torso and bring my hands all the way down to my ankles. I adjust my feet so they’re about shoulder width apart, and I wiggle my now fully exposed pussy at him, insinuating what I desire to happen without uttering a single word.
Darcy holds his cock in his hand as he positions himself against me. I feel him push it against my pussy. He puts his other hand on the edge of my spine as he guides his cock inside my cunt.
He moves his hands back to my hips and thrusts in and out a few times before finally sinking the entire thing into me.
My cunt has twelve inches of thick cock buried deep inside of it. I am amazed every single time he fucks me because it just slides in so perfectly. This guy has a talent of making it fit like none other.
I quiver with pleasure as his perfect hips slam against my ass, his cock so deep inside my pussy.
“Holy fuck, Darcy!” I can’t help but shout. “Fuck me. Please fuck me as hard as you fucking can. I love being full with your cock. Just take me and make me your fucking slut.”
Darcy doesn’t skip a fucking beat. Without hesitation, he rams his cock into me and pumps in and out so fast I can feel the friction forcing our skin to be warm on each other.
As his cock thrusts into my pussy, I can feel it pulse and throb, stretching my hole just slightly. The more it happens, the more slutty I feel. I love having my cunt pushed to the limit, and I love him experimenting with me, testing my every boundary.
My hands are gripped tight around my ankles, and I’m squeezing so hard I’m afraid I’ll rupture my own fucking Achilles tendon. My thighs and calves tense and relax with each thrust, causing the muscles to burn in the best way possible while getting plowed with a massive cock.
I moan in short, expressive sounds. I sound kind of like I’m on a rocket about to be launched into space. This man is fucking me so hard I don’t know what to even do with myself other than sit like a good little slut and take it for as long as I can before I squirt all over him.
Just then, Darcy slows himself. Still buried in my pussy, he leans his torso over my back and pulls me up by my hair. I release my ankles from my grasp, some blood flow returns to my feet, and I feel tingling up through both of my legs.
“Do you trust me?” asks Darcy. His question catches me off guard, but I’m quick to reply with certainty.
“Absolutely,” I assure him.
“Good.”
Darcy hugs me around my waist and kisses the back of my neck. As he pulls himself back upright, he tugs at the scarf around my neck from behind. I feel a slight head rush and start coughing.
“Darcy,” his name barely escapes my throat.
“Lizzie, trust me. Not another word,” he practically barks.
I do trust him. I would bet my life on him never trying to harm me. But I would be wrong if I said I wasn’t still nervous somewhere in my being.
I shake it off as much as I can and go with his plan. I breathe, and I let go.
Darcy thrusts hard into my aching cunt. He gives the scarf a good tug as it’s pressed against my neck.
Ooooh. What an exhilarating sensation. I’m beginning to see what he’s getting at here.
He pushes my back down some, forcing my upper body to hang against the scarf he has leveraged up at chest level.
It’s not a hard-enough pressure that I can’t breathe at all—it’s just enough to limit my oxygen levels, making me go a little loopy as we fuck. As I float in this euphoric cloud, I’m taking all twelve inches of his cock in stride.