I could feel my entire body ache, and I had to squirm just at the sight of his organ. Even my mouth was watering, and I’d never been much of a fan of giving blow jobs. But Luc... He could reform me.
He shed his clothes entirely and got up onto the bed with me upon his knees, those thick, muscular thighs spread as he got in close, his hand stroking my hair, guiding me towards that massive, rigid cock of his.
“I know you want to taste,” he said to me, the masculine musk off that organ clean but heady and strong. “Just like I had to have a taste of you, sweet Alice.”
My stomach flipped.
It was so crass, but I couldn’t deny my mouth was watering and I was curious. Just to see what it’d feel like in my mouth, so hard and thick.
I gulped for a breath, trying to hide my excitement, my shyness, as they warred with each other, but I didn’t have a choice. His fingers were entwined with my dark hair and he brought my head right before his throbbing member so that I didn’t have a choice but to grab it. To hold onto it before it smacked me in the face.
I was scared, but I opened my mouth, and took him in, letting my tongue flick against the head before running along the underside of his cock.
A low groan rumbled from deep within his chest as he watched me work my tongue along his thick, swollen cock. The simple act of my tasting that thick, marvellously stony crown making the large man look so pleased.
He pet my hair with one hand, while the other reached down and stroked the cusp of my breast, reaching in to knead his palm over that mound of supple flesh. All while his cock throbbed obscenely in my mouth, stretching my jaw as he watched.
“Good girl. I knew you were a good girl from the moment we laid eyes on each other,” he husked in a gravelly voice.
I would’ve liked to think I’d have argued, that I would’ve reminded him that I just lost my job for being naughty, but instead my mouth moved further along his shaft.
He was huge. Like, bigger than my dildo huge.
I was practically quivering with nee
d, and I brought a hand down to my thighs, pressing in beneath the panties and feeling how soaking wet I was. My shaved little pussy was dripping with my juices and my fingers slid into my cunny so easily.
But they didn’t bring anything more than another tease, because what I wanted most was in my mouth, and I didn’t want to relinquish it. My tongue went back and forth against his cock, feeling his veins throb against me as I brought him in as deep as I could, until I felt my breath choke off, the flared tip pressing against the back of my throat as his hand remained on the back of my head.
I managed to coax another deep moan from that big, terrifying mobster with that before he rocked back his hips and let his thick cock slip from my mouth. That gloriously large member glistening wetly as he took it from the reach of my mouth.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” he said to me, so confident and sure of himself. He never needed to ask what I felt. “But I am done with waiting. I will take what I really want now,” he stated firmly, moving to my hips, his two hands taking hold of my panties and tugging them away, leaving my wet cunny bare.
He showed no signs of being concerned for a condom or protection either, he just got between my legs, lifted my arms and let his thick, granite shaft prod against my bare slit.
“I’m not on the pill,” I said, my legs spread, my hips angled to him.
I mean, I had to tell him, right? I couldn’t just let him fuck me raw without us both knowing the consequences.
But at the same time, I dreaded his reaction to those words, and my legs wrapped around him, trying to draw him in to my fertile cunny. My nipples were so hard they could cut glass, and while my one hand still lay against my clit, the other went up, grabbing my breast and tweaking the nipple.
“I could smell you like we were animals in heat,” he said, as if that too was something he knew without my ever needing to tell him. “It’s all the better. Just as a man and woman should be,” he stated before he bent over me, resting all his weight upon one fist beside me, letting me get a full view of that gloriously sculpted chest of his.
Then he thrust in. That thick, bulging shaft disappeared into my cunny, spearing into my depths and thrusting me open wide. He stretched my cunny taut about his girth and gave a low moan for his pleasure.
I didn’t hold back my scream of pleasure. I didn’t want to. He was so big against me, his masculine form making me feel so small and breakable. As he thrust in, my still stinging ass was pushed into the comforter and reminded me of his earlier sting.
It made a slight sound of wetness as he pierced me, and for a moment, I was embarrassed by just how wet he’d made me, but it didn’t last long.
“You might knock me up,” I gasped, and despite all I knew of him, it surprised me he’d take that chance and be so reckless with me.
Those words only seemed to goad the giant, muscular man on. And I watched as his broad, muscle-bulging frame swelled with each thrust. The sinew rippling across his whole body as he plunged deep into me, forcing my body to accommodate to a girth of cock I’d never before dreamed of having to take.
With his free hand he reached up, took hold of my face again. Somehow amid the rough fury of his thrusts, pounding me down into the bed, he managed to force me to look into his eyes with the same composure of our more relaxed time in the club. Our heavy breathing peppering the air as he seemed to peer into my soul.
“I want to,” he said, his voice a low growl of desire.
My heart was racing as I stared at him, mouth agape.