Home For The Holidays

Never in my life have I been this confused when it came to sex. I’m as meticulous in bed as I am in a business meeting. Until now now, I don’t know what to do first. I want to do it all at once, I want to fuck her until she passes out on my dick, but I don’t want to stop drinking her pussy nectar straight from the source.

In the end, it was my cock that decided for me; aching and harder than he’s ever been, he soaked the front of my slacks as he throbbed and thumped against my thigh. I was so caught up in the excitement that I forgot to hide myself from her and just jumped up off the bed and pulled my shirt off over my head before reaching for my slacks and shucking them off. Her voice dragged me back to reality with the panic I heard there.

“Oh, my word, what the hell is that thing?” She pointed at my dick and scooted up on the bed. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she looked from my cock back to my eyes as if expecting this to be some kind of joke. I knew I had to be very careful how I handled the next few minutes and did my best as I hoped and prayed for the patience to get through this without harming her more than was necessary.

I’ll kick my own ass later for being careless, but I know if we turn back now, to give her more time, she’d never get over her fear of my size, so I decided to forge on and show no hesitation. “You’re about to find out.” I took my cock in hand and stroked my thirteen and a half inches as I stood next to the bed holding her eyes with mine.

She shook her head in disbelief, still pointing at my dick. “I thought it was a sock. You need to turn in your geek card, you fraud.”

“Why is that?” She blinked at me as if coming out of a fog, and I guessed that was another one of those things she hadn’t meant to say out loud. “Nerds don’t have monster cocks.

Keep that thing away from me.” She screeched when I placed my knee on the bed. It looks like I’m gonna have to start over. Hopefully, my cock behaves himself and gives me at least two minutes to heat her up again.

I wasn’t sure if to laugh or cry at the way she was eyeing my dick as she shook her head and mumbled something unintelligible. I’m used to women cowering in fear at their first sight of my meat, so I’m well versed in calming down timid fillies long enough to give them a taste of my overly large cock.

My little fawn might be different, though; she looked like she was going to pass out before I even get inside her. “Open your legs; let me eat you again.” At least she seemed to like that idea, thank fuck.

Jared

It took all of my self-control to give her that, to put off my own need in order to see to hers, she’s going to need it. I eased onto the bed between her thighs, and she relaxed a little once she realized I wasn’t about to shove my hammer up inside of her in the next second. And though she was still tense and wary of what was to come, I went about settling her in a way that I knew would take her mind off of it.

With my tongue, I feasted on her pussy while sliding my finger in and out of her ass to further inflame her senses. I made sure to move in tandem, pulling my tongue from the depths of her cunt as I ass-fucked her deeper with each stroke of my finger. Her pussy never stopped flowing onto my tongue, and I slurped and drank of her nectar as fast as I could until it ran down the sides of my mouth and onto my chin.

This was all new to her, I’m sure, lucky for her, so my assault was centered around keeping her mind too preoccupied with each new sensation to worry about anything other than the pleasure I gave her. Just as before, her taste washed over me, and in the back of my mind was the thought that this is how your woman is supposed to taste and feel, that one woman that was made especially for you. This is the way a man is supposed to feel with his one true mate like he’d never get enough of the taste and feel of her.

No one of my acquaintance knows of my innermost thoughts when it comes to a life mate. It’s something that had come to me later in life, after the fiasco with Tessa, of course, and the reason for which I’m now eternally grateful that her screw-up had saved me from making what could’ve been the biggest mistake of my life.