“Yes, and the name is quite fitting.” He could recite the alphabet and I bet it would sound great.
Being trapped for two hours in the elevator with Flex wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. He was sitting with his back against the wall, his legs extended forward, and I lay with my head across his lap. We were becoming fast friends.
“I can’t believe you don’t like sex.” He laughed.
We’d been talking about everything under the sun, and had somehow landed on his work as a porn star.
“As sexy as you are, you just not gettin’ it right,” he insisted.
“How could you go wrong?” I asked. “I mean, it’s putting something in a hole, taking it out, and putting it back in again,” I joked.
That made him laugh.
“Oh, my dear, my dear,” he said.
A few minutes later, I was sucking his tongue like my life depended on its taste for survival.
We kissed with such passion my blood was boiling and I was ready.
The battery on my cell phone, which had been providing what little light we had, was starting to die. Flex used one hand to pull me up and he kissed me like the couple on the cover of a raunchy romance novel.
When I pulled back to catch my breath, my nipples were hard and I was wet. He took my hand and eased it down to the bulge in his lap.
“Oh, wow! Is that you?”
“No, that’s you; that’s what sexy does,” he said.
We kissed again.
By hour four, I was naked, spread-eagle on my back, and watching as Flex struggled to squeeze into an extra-large condom.
“Hurry,” I begged like I was in heat.
He finally got it on, but when he used his massive hands to lift me up by the waist, I thought he was trying to enter me. Instead, he licked the palm of his hand, then used that hand to rub from my clit to my crack so hard and forcefully, I thought I’d combust.
No one had ever done anything like that to me, and it felt so damn good.
I moaned and squirmed, then bit down on my bottom lip to avoid screaming too loud.
Flex guided me back to the floor, then adjusted his body between my thighs and proceeded to suck me until my eyes began to water. The more I squirmed and wriggled from the pleasure, the harder he sucked.
“Oh, sweet Jesus! Oh, yes!”
Flex was packing more than eight inches. And I felt every single inch as he entered me. He hovered over my body as he moved his hips in sync with my rhythm. I glanced down to see his thick, glistening dick drilling its target with experienced precision.
I looked up at him in the dim light, and even when he frowned in deep concentration, he was still drop-dead gorgeous.
An hour and two orgasms later, he finally announced his plans.
“I’m about to cum,” he whispered, like he was straining.
That made me excited all over again.
Flex came hard. He felt good. He gave me unspeakable pleasure and made me understand the truth in his previous statement that someone hadn’t been doing it right.
“Whew! That was incredible,” I said.
He smiled.