One hand flat on my chest to keep me down, he threw up the nightgown I’d slipped into before bed, and with one hard, quick wrench, tore my panties off my legs.
The loud riiiiip had me gasping in surprise as my entire body was jolted from the move.
My unbound breasts jiggled beneath my nightgown, and my entire body was pulled down the bed multiple inches with the force of his movement.
The moment I was bare to his gaze, he bent down and took one long inhale of my nether regions before he started to feast.
At first, he started out slow.
Tiny, gentle licks all around my clit at first before he’d relent and suck it into his mouth only to go back to teasing me with his tongue.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I breathed, my hands going to his hair.
“Nuh-uh,” he ordered. “No hands. Just me and your pussy.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Partly because he was giving me the best cunnilingus of my life. I’d never experienced better.
The other reason I couldn’t argue was due to the fact that the second his finger breached my entrance, I lost my ability to breathe, and with it, speak.
I’d just decided that I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and was on the verge of telling him to get up and fuck me, when he seemed to read my mind and his mouth left my pussy.
His large cock met the apex of my thighs, and he ground his hips down into me.
The moment my body met his, my mind started to run away with itself. Should we do this? What would happen if we did, and he changed? What if he thought that by having me once he owned me?
“Sure you’re ready for what this is going to do to us?” he asked, reading my second thoughts.
I licked my lips, my eyes studying the seriousness in his eyes, and I nodded.
“Ready. So freakin’ ready it’s not even funny,” I moaned, pressing my hips up to urge him inside.
He took the hint and withdrew his hips, letting his cock drag along the lips of my sex until the head rested against the entrance to my pussy.
And with infinite slowness, he parted my lips with that massive beast, and slowly sank inside until he could go no further.
I looked down and saw that not all of his cock was inside of me, and my bugged-out eyes shot up to his.
“We’ll get there,” he said, reading my thoughts or maybe just my expression. I didn’t know. All I knew was that he was inside—mostly—of me, and it felt like heaven when he suddenly flipped to his back taking me with him.
“Ride me,” he ordered as I continued to clench and unclench around him, trying in vain to make myself get used to the invasion.
“I don’t think I can,” I whispered, raising up a fraction and sinking back down on him.
Over and over again, I lifted up a bit more and then sank back down on him.
I did that for maybe a minute or two before Ian lost patience with my lack of movement, and then roughly took hold of my hips.
All of his patience disintegrated, and he yanked me down so hard that I was forced to take him all.
Every. Single. Delicious. Inch.
One second an orgasm unlike any I’d had before was building, and the next I was exploding in a blissful climax that rocked me to the core.
It slammed into me so hard—almost as hard as Ian’s cock—that I lost all remaining breath in my body.
He quickly flipped us over, my back pressing into the mattress as my knees pulled up reflexively to push myself away from such unbelievable pleasure. But just like with everything else, he made me feel and didn’t let me retreat.
He took my legs and placed them against his chest, my feet up by his ears, as he continued to pound into me.
Then, with his ungodly amount of strength, he lifted and pushed me down onto his length, filling me so full of him that my orgasm turned into something otherworldly.
I bit my lip to hold back my scream, but the move was in vain.
Most assuredly.
The backs of my legs hitting his belly and chest made a sharp smacking sound, spurring him on. Spurring me on.
“Jesus Christ,” Ian hissed, the veins in his neck standing out as he pushed us both harder, farther into the depths of this hereto unknown pleasure.
He was so deep inside of me that I couldn’t tell whether I was feeling pleasure or pain, but at that moment in time I wasn’t sure that I cared.
Tomorrow, maybe I’d care.
But right now…well, right now I was so high on all that was Ian that I didn’t think anything would matter tomorrow.
Only the now mattered.
The way he was making me feel.