My hands lifted his shirt up his body during our kiss, getting it to his chest before we broke apart for an instant to tug it off his body.
I barely got a peek before his hungry mouth was on mine again.
But that was all I needed.
He was as ripped as he felt.
He dragged my dress up my body, getting it to my waistline so my blood-red thong was revealed. One hand cupped the back of my head as he kissed me harder, this time giving me tongue, this time giving me all his heat.
My hands got to explore him, to map out his physique with my fingertips, trailing the hard line between his chest and his abs, the grooves of his stomach, the vein that went down into his jeans.
His two fingers slipped underneath the waistband of my panties and migrated down, making me suck in a deep breath once his warm fingers came into contact with my flesh. He rubbed it gently before he moved farther back, his fingers getting wet with my arousal like he knew it would be there. He lubed his fingers before he rubbed my clit, giving a masculine moan as he paused in his kiss. He ended the embrace for just an instant to look at me. In the deepest, sexiest voice I’d ever heard, he said, “I can’t wait to fuck this pussy.” He pulled it off like a pro then kissed me again.
My nails started to dig into his flesh, feeling his muscular shoulders, his powerful arms. I kissed him back breathlessly, my hips beginning to rock into his fingers because his touch was so damn good.
He rubbed me harder and harder, giving perfect pressure and consistency, his arm supporting my back as I continued to balance on one heel. When he knew I was close, he paused to watch me.
My hands held on to his arms, seeing the arousal in his eyes matching the one between my legs. “It’s gonna be a lot harder to make me come later…”
He rubbed me more forcefully, his eyes fierce with intensity. “No, it won’t.” He pushed me into a climax, supporting me as he watched me writhe in his arms, my leg shaking from the exertion of holding my weight.
My head rolled back slightly when I exploded. “Yes…” My hips bucked automatically, my panties turned heavy from the weight of my arousal, and I felt every inch of my skin turn bright red in a flush.
He didn’t gloat with a smile. He just watched, his fingers slowing down once I was finished. He pulled his fingers out of my panties, sucked them between his lips, and then lifted me into his chest. It all happened in just a second, Atlas eager to get me to a bed so he could shove his dick inside me.
Please have a big dick.
He laid me at the edge of my bed and slipped off my heels before dragging my panties down my legs. My dress was yanked off too, getting me naked on the bed. He looked me over quickly, seeing my small tits and my flat stomach. Fire was in his eyes, like he wanted my body for the rest of the night. He moved between my legs and pressed his face between my tits, kissing the small cleavage valley before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
I lay back and enjoyed the bite of his teeth, felt the scruff of thick hair against my skin, tested the hardness of his muscle as I sank my nails into his flesh. I took in the sight of him on top of me, all muscle, all strength, all hotness.
I grabbed his arm and yanked him to me so I could access his jeans and pop them open, needing to get those bottoms off and see the candy in the shop. I pulled everything down, his jeans and boxers in a single swoop.
He watched me, purposely wanting to see my reaction.
Because he did have a big dick.
Now there was arrogance in his eyes—deep arrogance.
I liked it.
He kicked off his shoes and everything else until he stood naked at the foot of my bed.
Fucking glorious.
“In your nightstand?”
I nodded.
He helped himself, rolled on the condom, and then came back.
“Hurry.” I pulled him to me, my ass on the edge of the bed.
His arms hooked behind my knees, and he sank into me, his body moving over mine as he kept me pinned in place.
A loud moan escaped my lips because it was a perfect fit, a perfect dick.
He moaned too, his dick so big that it still felt squeezed even with a condom on.
Then he went to town.
He thrust hard and fast, a perfect tempo, all the muscles of his core tightening as he held himself above me and drilled me at the same time.