Big Man

My pussy pulses at the sound of that.

He draws my hand down his body, brings it to rest against the hard head of his cock. I glance down, eyes widening. My hand doesn’t even fit around him. I wrap my palm around the head of his cock, trail my hand down his side slowly, tracing his length slowly, up and down. As I do, he reaches up and pushes my shorts down, followed by my panties just after. I gasp as the cool evening air hits my pussy. But he doesn’t leave me exposed for long. His palm clamps back across my mound, red hot, and his fingers spread my lower lips, tracing my lips one at a time with slow, teasing strokes.

I imitate him, push his boxers down to fully expose his cock, but even prepared as I think I am, having seen him before and touched him just now, I still gasp when he springs free. His cock is fucking huge. The veins bulge along the sides of his shaft, and the swollen head of his cock pulses with lust. There’s a bead of precum gathered at his tip already and I trace my thumb across it, trail it back down the underside of his cock, tracing the vein there.

“You like what you see?” Grant smirks, knowing. “You like my big fucking cock, City Girl?”

I swallow hard, eyes still focused on his length, his width. “Fuck yes,” I whisper.

“You think you can handle me? Think your tight little city pussy can take it? Because I don’t know…” He grins, and with that, pushes one finger inside me.

My whole body arcs up off the bed. I gasp aloud, arching into his hand, and my clit digs into the heel of his palm as I do, only doubling the sensation. His finger feels so thick inside me, twisting as he runs it along my inner walls, a different one with every stroke as he begins to push it in and out of me. “You feel pretty tight to me, City Girl.”

“Maybe,” I admit, my voice low, breathless. “But I’m wet for you too…” I buck up into him, stifling a groan as the motion forces his finger deeper into me.

He crooks his finger, drags it along my front inner wall until his fingertip finds the hard, sensitive graze of my G-spot. Then he works back and forth along that, even as I tighten my fist on his cock and reach up with my other hand, using both now to pump along his length harder.

“You think that’ll be enough?” He smirks. “Let’s see if we can’t get you even wetter…” He strokes faster, and I moan aloud. Then he adds a second finger, and my pussy tightens, tenses around the width of his fingers. With his thumb, he grazes my clit, over and over with each stroke, hitting my G-spot and the edges of my clit at once. The sensations threaten to send me over the edge, but I tighten my grip on his cock and fuck him faster, not ready to give in yet.

I’m rewarded by a faint groan, deep in the back of his throat, as his eyes go hooded and feral with lust.

“You like that?” I whisper, grinning.

In response, he rolls over, positioned on his knees above me, and continues to finger me hard, fast. I keep fisting his cock, with it aimed right at my chest now, using both hands, my eyes on his balls as they swing beneath him.

Fuck, I want to take him into my mouth. I want to suck him until he’s about to come, and then let him come all over my chest, my mouth. I want to taste him, feel him, make him lose control.

But his fingers are too distracting, and his body, arched up like this above mine, tears away too much of my attention. Before long my hips are bucking against the bed of their own accord, and my mouth falls open, my head twisting against the sheets as I moan and writhe under him.

“That’s right, you’re close now aren’t you, Sasha? Fucking come for me, City Girl. Come on my fingers.”

I gasp and arch up against him. He curls two fingers inside me, presses his thumb over my clit and thrusts those fingers in, once, twice…

I can’t stave it off any longer. I cry out, my voice shaky, as the orgasm hits me. It tears through my nerves, sets my veins on fire, and my whole body bucks along the bed with the force of it.

“That’s right, come hard City Girl. Keep coming.” Grant, for his part, doesn’t stop stroking me. Even when my hands fall away from his cock so I can twist them in the sheets, lost in pleasure. He keeps fingering me until I fall back against the sheets, panting, my body sheened with sweat.