She clears her throat. “I never thought it was this big,” she says in an awed voice.
I chuckle. That makes me feel good. My nerves are on edge as I wait to see what she intends to do next. She wraps one hand around it. My cock grows even harder under her touch. I groan as she runs her tongue across the head, licking off the precum gathered there.
This is sweet torture, I think, as she takes her time, softly licking, touching. Then she draws my cock into her mouth a little at a time, and I feel like I’m in heaven. I fortify myself by counting backward from ten under my breath, so as not to come.
She tries to take all of my cock into her mouth, but that’s impossible. I pump softly into her mouth. The pleasure is intense and growing, and I’m not sure I can control myself. Mila’s fingernails dig into my thighs as she bobs up and down on my cock.
I grip her shoulders in an effort to regain control. Her mouth leaves my cock, and she slides up my body. She looks so beautiful on top of me, with her gorgeous blonde curls framing her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her and run my hands on her thighs. “I want to fuck you so badly.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she says.
Hearing those words makes me want to explode. She reaches into the side drawer and takes out a packet. My eyes widen when I see that it is a condom. It makes me happy to know that she had planned for this, that I’m not taking advantage of her.
I’m vibrating with lust as I watch her. “Do you want me to do it?”
She nods. I take it and slip it on as she watches. It’s hot. I lie back down and watch her as I touch her thighs. It takes all my self-control to keep still as she poises her pussy above my cock. Painstakingly slow, she rubs her wet pussy over my cock, and I let out deep growls.
“Mila,” I beg.
She looks at me, her eyes wild with passion. I watch as the head of my cock disappears into her pussy. She’s so fucking tight. She lowers herself further into my cock, and I fist my hands, resisting the urge to grab her hips and slam my cock into her pussy.
“You’re so tight, babe,” I tell her, the endearment easily slipping out of my mouth.
“Fuck. You’re so big,” she whimpers.
She slowly stretches to accommodate my huge cock. She’s so tight I’m not sure how long I can hold out. After what seems like forever, my cock is buried to the hilt in her pussy. I feel her soft skin pressing into my course hairs.
I can’t stay still any longer. I start thrusting upward softly while holding her thighs in place. I feast my eyes on her tits as they bounce up and down. I cannot believe that my cock is inside Mila’s pussy. I’ve wanted her every minute of every day since I first met her.
The reality is better than my fantasies.
“How does that feel, babe?” I ask her as she places her hands on my chest.
“Good.”
“Just good?”
Her mouth is open as she moans. “I’ve never felt like this,” she moans.
I haven’t either. I’ve never had a pussy that could milk my cock as Mila’s did.
“Don’t stop.”
I can’t stop even if my life depends on it. She meets each of my thrusts and throws her head back and arches her back. She looks so hot with her head thrown back.
“Brad, I’m going to come,” she cries.
Her breathing changes and her moans deepen.
“Come, babe. I want to feel you come.”
Her pussy clenches tight against my cock. She trembles, and her legs clamp around my legs. Convulsions envelop her body, driving me to my own release. I spurt hot seed into the condom, all the while, saying her name over and over again.
Chapter 8
Mila
He’s gone when I wake up, and I fumble around for my cell phone to check the time. Seven-thirty. I sag with relief. I’m not late. Isaac wakes up at eight. He has his breakfast and at eight-thirty, he and his dad leave the house. My pussy is sore, and I smile as the memories of the previous night come to me.
It was better than any of my fantasies. Babe. That’s what Brad had called me over and over again. I know it was an in-the-moment endearment, but I liked it. My insides tighten as I recall the feeling of his huge cock filling me up completely. We fucked at least three times in the night before finally collapsing from exhaustion.
I stretch and throw off the covers, quickly make the bed, and head on to the shower. I emerge minutes later, quickly dress, and go to the kitchen. Delicious smells permeate the hallway, and my stomach growls. I seem to walk on air, crossing the living room, dining room, and then the kitchen.