He didn’t say anything. Not a word. He unfastened his jeans and got them loose before he pushed them down along with his boxers, sinking lower and lower over his tight stomach, revealing the thick vein that traveled down past his hips to his crotch. And then his big fucking cock came out.
“Oh fuck…” It was even bigger than I’d imagined, bigger than what I’d thought I felt when he ground against me. Dicks were dicks, nothing spectacular, but his cock was damn beautiful, like the inspiration for every dildo in the world.
When his bottoms hit the floor, he kicked them away. “We’ll see.”
The last thing I was going to do was argue with the sexiest man in the world while he looked like that, like a Greek god came to life from marble just to please me. He didn’t just look kingly, but he behaved like a king, owned the room like one.
His hands went to my hips, and he grabbed my black thong before he pushed it over my hips and ass and down my legs. He sank down with the material, his face right at my stomach. He pulled it away from my ankles so I could step out without getting tangled in the fabric. Then he placed his massive palms over my stomach, his fingertips wrapping around my rib cage. He squeezed me like he wanted to feel me, feel exactly how my frame was built, and then he dragged his hands down over my hips, over my ass, down my long legs to my knees.
I’d never been touched like that.
One of his powerful arms grabbed my leg and placed the other over his shoulder.
I clutched his broad shoulders for balance because I thought I was going to topple over having to stand on one foot.
Then he pressed his mouth between my legs and kissed me.
Oh my god.
I closed my eyes at just the first touch, feeling those powerful lips kiss my clit like they knew exactly what they were doing, like they had pussy for breakfast every day. I winced because it both felt good and bad, bad because I hadn’t been touched like that in so long my nerves were too sensitive. I grabbed his shoulders, and my nails clawed into his tough skin.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the large mirror I had propped against the wall. It was the place where I tried on clothes and examined my appearance before I left the house. Now, I saw a gorgeous man on his knees, kissing my sacred place, his powerful hands supporting me and gliding over my body. His hand squeezed my thigh and then my ass before moving up and touching my stomach. His ass was muscular and tight, and his back was so ripped, he looked like the strongest man in the world.
I stared at the most erotic scene in my life, and I could hardly believe I was living it. I was even turned on by my own appearance, the blush in my cheeks, wetness in my eyes, the way my mouth couldn’t stay closed because I was breathing so hard. My hand dug into his hair, and I moaned while he did amazing things to me. Every time I took a deep breath, my tits rose and pointed to the sky. My stomach tightened, and my little abs became more distinct. My skin was tanned and olive-toned naturally, much darker than his beautiful fair skin.
“Heath…my fucking god.” It had already started off unbelievable, that hard mouth so good against my body. He had a shadow of hair over his jawline, and I could feel the coarse hairs rub against my cunt when he kissed me, and I liked that even more. I loved feeling a man’s facial hair against the most erotic part of my body. I could tell I was already wet, ready for that fat dick whenever he wanted to give it to me.
He kissed me for a while, doing it slowly like he wanted this to be foreplay, not the first climax he gave me. Sometimes he pressed into me harder just to tease me, but the rest of the time, he was soft, pulling me into his face and grinning as I ground against him.
It was so fucking good.
He slowed down his kisses until he gave me a few final embraces, gentle pecks that told me he was finished and ready to move on.
Couldn’t wait to see what came next.
He stabilized me while moving my leg off his shoulder before he rose to his feet and looked down at me again, a distinct shine to his lips that came from me. His hand slowly slid into my hair, and he grasped a handful as he guided me backward to my bed. His other arm gripped my ass as he brought our faces close together, our foreheads touching. His hand squeezed me over and over as he let the intensity grow, made me wait for the moment when he finally kissed me.