Big Man

I grip his shoulders with my hands, nails out, and tighten my thighs around his waist. With every thrust, he makes me cry out louder, makes my body ache for release.

I glance down to see his cock thrusting in and out of me, and feel the slap of his balls against my ass cheeks with every fuck. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. We’ve pushed straight through any pain there was before—it’s all pleasure now. The feeling of being completely full, stuffed so full I can barely take it. The walls of my pussy ache where they strain to hold his thick cock, and it drives me wild.

He picks up the pace, lifting my whole lower half off the bed now, and I arch my hips with him, thrusting against him. His cock drags against my inner walls and I groan every time his head grazes past my G-spot, the pressure mounting so high it makes my pulse beat at the edges of my vision.

“You like that, Sasha?” he pants through a hard smile, his eyes still full of that same hunger, that same lust.

“Fuck yes.” I grind my hips up against his as he pounds into me, moving faster now, harder. It drives me wild, after so much build-up, so much unreleased tension.

“You want more?” His voice is a growl, barely contained. He’s holding back, I can tell. But I don’t want him to. I want to see what this Country Man is made of.

“Fuck yes,” I repeat, my own voice a growl too. “Give it to me, Country Man. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

He speeds up, fucking me harder, faster. I’m stretched out wide enough to take him now, and it doesn’t hurt at all—it only drives me more wild as his thick cock fills every inch of me completely.

It doesn’t take long before I’m nearing the brink, my breath coming hard and fast, my hips bucking in time with his.

“You want to come for me?” he asks, low and fast. “You want to come on my big cock?”

“Make me come, Grant. Make me come with your cock.”

He leans back and unhooks my legs from around his waist. Flings them over his shoulders to angle his thrusts so the head of his cock drags down the front inner wall of my pussy. I cry aloud at that, unable to stop my body from twisting against the sheets. I lose my grip on his shoulders and fist the sheets instead, trying to thrust back against him. But all I can manage to do is hang on as that fat cock of his drives me straight up to the brink of orgasm.

When it hits me, I scream so loud it would wake half the neighbors if I were back in New York City. But I’m not in the city—I’m in the country, getting fucked like I’ve never been fucked before, and out here, there’s no one to hear me for miles.

Thank fuck.

Grant keeps going, pounding into me as the orgasm fades. I recover enough to pull him back down against me, wrap my arms tight around his waist and pin him against me as I thrust up in time with him.

He speeds up, and his voice is throaty when he pulls me hard against his chest to growl against my ear, “I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum, Sasha.”

“Come in me, Grant,” I gasp, pulling him closer, tight against me, his hard muscles slick with sweat, his body hard everywhere I’m soft. “Fuck yes. Fill me up,” I moan.

His hands tighten almost painfully on my hips, and with a few last thrusts, he groans my name and comes hard, still pumping into me as he finishes. I thrust up against him and tighten my pussy muscles, contracting around him to milk every last drop of hot, wet, cum from his thick cock. He moans when I squeeze him, so I do it again, and he growls, pulling me so hard against him that I can hardly breathe for a second.

When he finishes thrusting, he lies along my body, our sweat mingling. I can feel his pulse in my chest, and it echoes my own, both racing hard as hell.

He draws back just far enough to look between us, and slowly, slowly draws his cock out of me. He’s still huge, even now, and I gasp with a faint pang as he pulls out of me—I loved the feeling of having him inside me, feeling so full.

There’s a hot rush as his cum trickles out, mingled with my own juices, and rushes down my thigh. I gasp softly, and Grant grins, glancing from that back to me.

“That’s the only way to fuck,” he says. “Raw and real.”

My pussy aches—a bone deep ache that I fucking love. It’s the feeling of having been thoroughly fucked, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before. I feel satisfied, in a way I’ve never known.