Big Man

I drop my dress beside us, standing just an inch from his chest.

He raises his brows. “Now your bra.”

I reach behind me with one hand to unclasp it, and let it inch down my arms until my breasts fall free. I love the way his eyes darken with hunger, focused on my chest.

He steps closer and lifts his hands to cup my hips gently, his skin white-hot against mine, his palms rough and calloused as they tug me against him. His cock digs into my stomach as he pulls me against his body, and slides his hands down, down, to the edges of my panties, where he hooks both thumbs under the sides.

“These I want to remove myself,” he murmurs, face bent to inches from mine.

I tilt my head back to meet his eye, and he leans down to kiss me, hard. My lips part with surprise, and his tongue slides between them, tangling with mine, hungry, searching. I lift my arms, wrap them around his neck and sink into the kiss, letting him taste me, claim me, as he pushes my panties down my thighs. When they reach my knees, they drop to the floor, and I step out of them, still kissing him, as he pulls me backwards, lifting me up easily and walking us toward the bed.

When we reach it, he stops and sets me on my feet again, my heart still pounding from the close contact with his bare skin, the press of his cock along the smooth skin of my stomach.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, and I suppress a little shiver of excitement and do as I’m told.

He wraps something soft around my face, blocking my sight. His shirt, I realize, as he ties it behind my head, blindfolding me. His hands slide down my back, caressing me, reaching down to cup my ass and squeeze gently, massaging my cheeks as he stands behind me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“Climb onto the bed, Sasha,” he says.

I drop forward onto my knees, and crawl a few paces along the bed, until I’m kneeling facing away from him. I feel the weight of the mattress shift under me as he climbs on behind me and positions himself at my rear, his hands still on my ass, as though he can’t get enough of me, can’t stop touching me.

I fucking love that.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Sasha,” he murmurs, even as he traces his cock along the backs of my thighs, then between my legs, with slow strokes, letting me feel every inch of him, the velvety smooth skin over his hard shaft turning me on.

“Please fucking do,” I manage to say, distracted as I am. Then I lick my lips, turn my head a little so he can see me smile, and add in my best sultry tone, “Master.”

“You like that, don’t you?” I can hear the answering grin in his voice. “You like submitting to me. Knowing that you’re mine. Knowing I’m going to do what I want with you.”

“I do, Master.”

“Good. Because I intend to keep having my way with you, Sasha.” He presses his cock between my thighs, right along the length of my slit. I’m soaked already, and he chuckles a little as he notices this, sliding his cock back and forth along my slit to coat himself in my juices. “I’m going to have my way with you for a long, long time.”

I spread my legs a little to grant him better access, breath coming hard and fast, my heart racing. But he keeps going slow, so slow it’s agonizing, almost torture—he takes his time parting my ass cheeks with his hands, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, and tracing his cock along my lips, one after the other.

“Fuck,” I hiss, when he’s still teasing me far too long later.

He laughs again. “Anxious, little slave?”

“Fuck yes I am.” I bite my lip, frustrated.

“You want me to fuck you properly now?” He slides a hand between my legs and fingers my clit, rolling it gently between his thumb and his forefinger, adding just enough pressure to set off fireworks in my veins.

I can only nod.

Without warning, he thrusts his cock into me, deep and fast. I cry out with pleasure, feeling him stretch my walls, fill me completely. He grabs my hips and pulls me back against him, his cock spearing deep into my pussy.

I fall forward, my forehead pressed into the bed as he draws back out of me, then thrusts back in, faster this time. This angle makes his cock feel like it’s even bigger, pushing in deeper. I’ve never felt so full before, and it’s driving me wild. I try to thrust back against him, but Grant holds my hips tight, pinning me in place as he starts to rock back and forth, building momentum.