Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 1)

Putting one knee on the bed, he bent down, his hands planted on either side of my head.

Slowly he lowered himself over my body, his cock resting heavily on my belly now.

“Has anybody ever told you that you have a massive cock?” I blurted out, looking down the length of my body at the big beast.

“No,” he said. “But I’ve seen myself compared to other guys. I’m aware that it’s big.”

I’m aware that it’s big.

That was a crock of shit.

He had to know he was on the larger side of massive.

But, now that I thought about it, it was no surprise. The man was built like Thor. There’s no way a man of his size would be packing a baby pecker.

“It’s big,” I told him. “And I haven’t had sex in a while…”

“How long is a while?” he wondered.

Should I tell him?

Mentally shrugging, I said, “Since I was seventeen.”

His eyes widened at that.

“Seventeen?” he retorted, his voice dark, possessive, and incredulous.

I shrugged. “I wasn’t all that impressed with it. And the last couple of years, school has been my entire life. I haven’t had time to do anything more than study, go to school, and sometimes eat.”

He lifted one hand from the bed and brought it up the length of my thigh. When he got to my hip he pulled up, urging me to my belly.

I rolled, going onto my hands and knees.

His growl of desire made me spread my legs wider, pushing my backside against him.

I felt him position himself at my entrance, and closed my eyes and breathed out, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt me.

He notched the head at my entrance, then slowly started to push inside.

“Shit, you’re tight,” he murmured. “Your pussy is hugging my tip so tightly that I almost don’t want to push inside of you anymore.”

I snorted and looked at him over my shoulder.

“You better stick that monster all the way inside of me or I’m going to make you,” I ordered.

His eyes went from where we were partially connected to my face.

“How will you do that?” he asked.

I pushed back onto him, taking another inch inside of my body, and nearly laughed when I saw his eyes close and a look of rapture steal over him.

“Shit, baby,” he growled. “Shit.”

I pulled away, stopping when my entrance was just kissing his cock, then pushed backward.

He squeezed my hips, this time being the one to push me away before pulling back.

We did this quite a few times, not stopping until he was fully inside.

I was panting and seeing double, sure, but having his cock inside me stretching me to capacity? I’d take the bad just so I could have his good.

“Sweet Jesus,” he rumbled. “Why do you feel so fucking tight?”

Why did I feel so tight? Because it’d been a really long time, and ol’ pencil dick Martin, who I’d slept with, hadn’t been big enough to stretch me open.

I had crayons bigger than his cock.

Hell, even my vibrators that were only supposed to be discreet and pocket-sized were bigger than my first and only sexual encounter was.

“Because I don’t sleep around, and the vibrators I use are those little bullet ones that get pressed inside of you. But they’re small. About the size of a double-A battery.”

His hands loosened on my hips as I spoke, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, side to side.

I bit my lip, but the moan still sounded in my throat.

“Why aren’t you moving?” I rasped.

He squeezed my hips. “Patience. I’m enjoying my torture.”

I snickered, dropping down onto my elbows and then farther so that my face was plastered into the mattress.

The new position made him slip even deeper, as well as hit a spot inside of me that felt like the next becoming.

“Oh, God,” he growled. “Forget me torturing you. You’re the one doing it to me.”

There wasn’t much talking after that.

Instead, he put his talented cock to work and started fucking me. Slowly and surely.

At one point he reached down and touched his cock with two fingers, swiping the juices off of his shaft.

“Sweet,” he murmured.

I closed my eyes and felt his cock twitch.

He liked the taste of me.

“I can’t do it anymore,” he murmured, his hands moving from my hips to my ribcage. “Hold on.”

I didn’t know what he meant.

Not until he pulled back and thrust forward so hard that I moved six inches up the bed.

“God.”

I loved hearing his voice rough. Loved it even more that I was the cause of that voice.

He thrust again. And again. And again.

The sound of our flesh slapping together only served to get me hotter and send me higher.

Until everything just… stopped.

One second I was reveling in his thrusts, and the next he was pulling out, flipping me over with such a suddenness that I squawked, and then ramming back home.