He rumbled in agreement, causing my nipples to pebble.
“I need to get tested,” he said. “I’m clean but… just to be safe. I’m not doing this the wrong way. I’m done doing shit the wrong way. I want you to feel completely confident in me when we finally do that.”
I trusted him completely. It was himself he didn’t trust.
“Okay,” I said softly. “Then the same goes for me. Complete workup.”
He laughed then, the sound sending a shock straight to where I wanted him most.
Darby didn’t laugh often, but when he did it made me feel like throwing confetti.
“Climb farther onto the bed,” he urged.
I did, and as I moved, I heard the rustle of fabric on skin as he slipped off the last of his clothes.
He disappeared for a moment, coming back with the sound of crinkling foil as he tore open a condom.
I looked over my shoulder at him and nearly moaned at the sight.
He had his cock in one hand while he smoothed the condom down the length of his shaft. A very impressive length if I did say so myself. I’d never seen anything quite so big, and I wasn’t a complete novice at this.
I’d been around my fair share of rodeos in my life. And I wasn’t a butt ugly woman. I could get some ass anytime I wanted. Had gotten some any time I wanted. I wasn’t a ho or anything, but I’d been a lot choosier in the last five years than I had been when I was nineteen and getting boys’ attention.
So yes, I’d seen some dicks.
And Darby’s dick was definitely king of all dicks.
Lord and master of the dick.
And I had no doubt in my mind that the master knew how to wield it.
I felt my thighs tense as he snapped his head up and locked eyes with me.
“Don’t look at me,” he growled.
I looked away and dropped my head so that my face could rest against the mattress.
He growled. “I told you to look away because if your eyes are on mine I just might explode before I’m even inside of you. And you think it’s a good idea to drop your shoulders to the bed and wag your ass as if you’re dying for it?”
I squeezed my eyes shut and barely contained the moan.
“I am dying for it,” I told him. “I feel empty and achy and so… wet.”
He hissed out a breath and crawled into the bed behind me.
Hand smoothing over the globes of my ass, he said, “You’re beautiful.”
I turned my face into the mattress and moaned.
“So.” He moved until I felt the tip of his cock brush against my sex. “Fucking.” He ran a finger over my entrance, gathering the wetness. “Beautiful.”
He pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance, and I knew he was about to stretch me wide.
“Please, Darby,” I begged.
“Begging won’t get me going any faster,” he noted, sinking his tip inside of me just enough to cause me to freeze.
“Please what?” he asked. “Please fuck me?” He pushed deeper, this time I took his entire cock head before he retreated. “Because I’m going to. Right. Now.”
He sank inside in one long, steady push. He didn’t stop until his cock was buried as deep as he could make it go.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I gasped, unable to draw in a breath. “You feel like you’re so deep.”
His hands bit into my ass as he tried to find control.
I wouldn’t allow him. Mostly because my body was practically squirming to have more. To have him move and hit me deep. Over and over again.
He must’ve heard my inner thoughts because he started to move.
Slow, sedate twists of his hips that made his cock move just enough that it was a delicious tease.
My hand clenched onto the ornate comforter and I arched my back.
“What do you want?” he asked, pulling out slightly only to slip right back inside.
I was so wet it was comical.
“Just… move,” I pleaded.
He groaned. “If I move, I’ll come.”
“If you don’t move, I’ll die,” I countered.
A thrust and retreat of his hips caused my insides to tighten.
Then there was no more teasing. No more worry about going too fast.
It was just Darby and me.
And God, I was right.
He knew exactly what to do with that monster cock of his.
He pushed it inside of me and pulled back out, slow and steady but fast enough that I could build on his rhythm.
It was hypnotic almost, trying to keep control but being unable to.
“Let go,” he urged.
I didn’t want to. I wanted to put it off as long as I could because of just how good it felt. But then he squeezed my ass so tight that a gasp left my throat.
“I don’t want to,” I told him. “Not until you can go with me.”