36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

“Come for me…” I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth as if they weren’t my own.

He rises to his feet, towering over me, and I do nothing but look in awe at the perfect man in front of me. Grinning, he grabs his cock with his right hand, and with his eyes never leaving mine, starts to stroke himself. His hand goes back and forth over his length, my mind burning as I see him do it.

“Come for me…” I repeat, the words sounding honeyed and mellow. He starts to stroke himself faster, his eyes wandering all over my body, taking in my curves and shape. I breathe out sharply, still trying to process how amazing it is to have a man like Derek worshipping my body. Because that’s what he’s doing; he’s worshipping my body, stroking himself as fast as he can while he looks at my naked body, his ravenous eyes focusing on my tits and then slowly hiking down to my drenched thighs.

I look up, my own eyes going over the perfectly carved ridges of his abs and then settling on his beautiful face, my juices dripping down from his chin to his neck. He’s not even touching me anymore, but I can’t help but moan, my heart filled with an overwhelming feeling of lust, desire, and sinful completion.

He grits his teeth then, and in a heartbeat, his cock starts to spasm against his fingers. He keeps moving his hand over his cock, thick ropes of cum flying from his tip into me, white strands of it hitting me straight in the chest. As the seconds go by, he starts to shoot even more semen; his warm cum hits me straight in the face, coating my skin and dripping down my face and over my mouth. I lick my lips dry, taking his saltiness inside my mouth as he keeps on gushing all over me, completely covering my naked torso.

An unconscious desire taking hold of me, I grab my own breasts, squeezing them and r

ubbing them, spreading the semen that covers me. As his cock stops gushing onto me, finally stopping to pulse in ecstasy, Derek goes to his knees again, fitting his torso between my thighs. Eyes locked on mine, he leans into me; he parts his lips then, his tongue darting out and running from my navel to between my breasts, scooping up all the semen in the way. He smiles at me, his lips covered in cum, and then takes one nipple inside his mouth, sucking it dry.

I place both my hands on his jaw and pull him into me; supporting myself with his hands on my knees, he reaches for my mouth with his own. He lets his tongue out, his own juices covering it. Instead of simply kissing him, I wrap my lips around his tongue and suck on it, letting him feed me his cum.

I close my eyes as my brain processes his salty and manly flavor, but there’s also a hint of my juices there, a remnant of me squirting all over his face. Oh, I feel dirty, and it feels so damn good to be dirty.

His lips brush against mine then, and I open my eyes, a gentle smile dawning on me. I’m still in a trance, not sure if everything that happened wasn’t just a dream or an illusion.

Where has this guy been all of my life?

Derek

My eyes snap open and I look at the bedside clock. It's 6:35 am. I've never been one to sleep in. I'm an early riser. I can't help it. I have a morning routine that involves coffee, checking urgent email, making a mental checklist for the day, and exercise.

It never involves … a woman in my bed.

And yet, here she is. Alicia. I look over and see that this isn't going to be a normal morning. There's a sliver of sunlight dancing across a tuft of her blonde hair that's poking out from the comforter.

A tinge of unease hits me. Do I check my email, or do I lie here and wait for her to wake up? Fuck. Do I drape my arm around her, or do I stick to my side of the bed? It might sound ridiculous, but this is new territory for me, so don't laugh.

But none of that matters because before I can even make a decision, I see her stir. She pulls the comforter down, opens her eyes, and smiles.

"What time is it?" she asks.

"It's early. A little after 6:30."

"Oh, I need to leave," she says, sitting up. The comforter slides down and for a quick moment, her perfect, naked breasts are exposed. She quickly grabs the comforter in both hands and pulls it back up to cover herself.

I smile. Just that one peak of her nakedness has made my cock twitch. She thinks I didn't notice.

"Someone's in a hurry. You have to leave right this minute?" I ask.

"Yeah, I have to get to Carter Jeffries soon. I can't be late," she says. "And besides, I'm sure you have a busy day… whatever it is that you do."

"It's only as busy as I want it to be," I say, testing the waters. Will she elect to stay or go? You'd think after the marathon sex session we had last night that my cock wouldn't be twitching in my pants right now, right? Well, that's wrong.

"Okay, well, I'm not sure what this is, but—"

I cut her off. "This is us having a good time," I say.

"Right—a good time. I had a nice night. I'll go ahead and grab my things."

By her tone and body language, it's obvious she's never had a one-night stand before. She starts reaching for her clothes that were scattered around various corners of the room last night, and I pat the bed.

"Come here," I say.

She smiles and sits down next to me. I reach up and stroke her cheek.