36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

“Fuck,” Ethan says.

“I want you so much,” I whimper.

“You have no idea how much I need you,” Ethan says. The truth ringing out in his voice reverberates through my body like the electric current sparking between us.

I wiggle myself on him, and instead of pushing me back into the chair, Ethan leans forward and holds me against his chest. I feel manhandled and worshiped all at once like some kind of revered fuck toy, and I love it. He slides me down on his cock, slowly sliding just the head of himself into me. I tremble, but I want this. I feel him stretching me and I gasp out.

“More, please, more, I can’t wait,” I beg. I don’t realize I am saying it until Ethan is already reacting. He pulls me down on him, his huge cock filling every inch of me and making me cry out. He eats my cries, kissing me hard and swallowing every sound with his own possessive growl over my mouth.

The kiss is bruising, passionate, and intense. I feel him pour every ounce of himself into me and I return the same amount of need and longing into him.

“You’re mine,” Ethan whispers into my mouth. I can’t believe the words I’m hearing, and they’re so faint that I don’t know if he meant to say that when I broke the kiss, gasping for air. There’s something so utterly possessive about Ethan, and it speaks to everything in me. His mouth closes over mine again, and he grabs both of my hands.

Ethan brings us to the ground and he holds my hands over my head. He lifts up, squeezing my hands and stroking his cock back and then sliding into me again, thrusting deep and hard. The sensation of him filling me up, stroking within me and touching places no one and nothing has ever been makes my eyes roll back in their orbits.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. I need him so much and I’m aching for this. How can I be getting everything I need and then craving it so much, craving more? I’m weak, desperate for more, rolling my hips while I’m pinned beneath him. Ethan’s mouth releases mine, and he moans against my jawline before he starts to nibble down my neck. His tongue licks the sweat from my breasts and his mouth closes over one of my nipples. My back arches to meet him, to draw every bit of me that can be Ethan’s into him. I want his cock deep inside me. I want his mouth all over my breasts. I need him, skin against skin, soul against soul.

Ethan’s hands pull down my body and he tucks his arm beneath us and holds onto me, pulling me tight against him and pressing us completely together. We’re so tangled up, my legs lifting higher and wrapping around him, that I don’t know where one of us ends and the other begins. Glistening with sweat and toned, muscular, the sight of Ethan takes my breath away. This incredible man wants me. He claims my body as much with the smoldering lust in his eyes as he does with his wide cock stretching me and filling me up.

“Deeper, please, fuck me harder,” I groan. Every inch of him inside me makes me ache more for him. The pressure building up inside of me makes me desperate for even more. I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me harder, deeper, faster. I need him to own my body as much as he possibly can.

Ethan growls, reaching to capture my legs, and I pull them back for him. He responds by grabbing my ankles and pulling them up higher. He spreads my legs wider and higher. He brings his hands to my breasts and holds them both so tight my heartbeat thunders in my chest. “This will be deep, baby girl. So fucking deep for you, Emmaline,” Ethan says. His breathing is ragged and his cock is pulsing inside of me.

As promised, his cock strokes hard into me and so deep that I scream out. Ethan drops his mouth to the top of my breast, his hands pulling me into his arms. Rolling his hips, Ethan keeps stroking hard and deep into my pussy. I’m shattered, falling apart around him.

“I’m close, so fucking close. Cum on my cock first, princess,” Ethan groans.

“Yes, yes!” I shout out and roll my hips up to him. I clench down, my pussy strangling his cock hard as I can manage as an orgasm that should be on the earthquake Richter scale surges through me. “Fuck,” I groan out.

“I love when you come undone,” Ethan says, pressing a kiss to my lips. His hands stroke up my sides and pulls me against him, then crushes me against the wall of his chest. I feel his cock loading up and I know he’s close to cumming. He moans into my mouth and it is the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and I’m tasting it. I want to keep that locked in my heart forever, no matter what happens. I had this moment, I had this man.

Ethan breaks the kiss and lifts his body up over mine, and my skin feels desperate for his touch.

Ethan

I want to cum so deep into Emmaline’s pussy. The idea of her getting pregnant doesn’t even frighten me. I’m fucking terrible, but the idea of her as mine, locking her to me forever with a child, actually turns me on. But right now I need to claim her more than anything, and I have something more visceral than a future child in mind.

I pull my cock out, holding her body and cumming all over her. I hold my cock and it just unloads all over her stomach, some on her neck, all over tits, on top of her pussy.

She watches and I see the lust hooding her eyes. Fuck, she likes this.

“I’m yours, cum all over me, please, fuck,” Emmaline moans.

She fucking moans, begs me to cum all over her, and she’s fucking cumming. I bring one hand down to stroke her clit, and I keep cumming while she melts like butter on a griddle. Her tight, lithe little body is shuddering all around me and I’m claiming her with all my cum. She takes a hand and grabs my cock, running her thumb over the tip as the last of what must be a damn gallon of cum and brings that sticky fingertip to her mouth. I watch her lick up my cum and I’m groaning with lust. The beast within me is at once sated, having claimed her so much, and on the other hand, I’m aching so bad to have her forever that I want to claim her more.

I pull her body up close to mine, kissing her and running my tongue over her tongue coated with me. I bring her my fingers from her pussy. “Taste us, together,” I say, and she moans as she sucks on my fingers. She licks them clean.

I spoon her to the side lifting up one of her legs, and shove my still-hard cock deep in her pussy, working the angle so that I’d be fucking her deep enough to have her screaming again. I could fuck her until I die, bury myself inside of her and never let her go. My cock is still so rock hard because I fucking need her.

And I know this is it. I promised her that it would be tonight and nothing more.

I warned her that it wouldn’t be enough. And I’ll be damned if I’m not running my hands all over her body, kissing her skin, and listening to her perfect little moans. Emmaline needs me like I need her. There’s no way that we can stay away from each other. Not when how much we needs each other runs so deep.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum again,” Emmaline cries out. She hasn’t stopped cumming from the last time, and she’s rolling into another orgasm.

I pull my cock out of her and turn her around.

“Ride me, Emmaline,” I tell her. She’s still shuddering from the orgasm that’s literally working through her body right now, but I want her shaking on me. We’re best together broken, coming together, coming undone and putting each other back together with lust and desire. I need to take everything she can give me. I want to claim every shred of her soul.