"Good, isn’t it?" he says, his fingers still inside of me. "And this is only the warm up," he continues, curling the two fingers he has inside of me like a hook, and pressing his fingertips against that hidden sweet spot.

"Oh God, oh God," I breathe out, that wave of pleasure still lapping at me. He presses violently against my G-spot, still rubbing on my clit, and I just lose it. My heart is racing so fast it might just burst, and my brain is having a hard time processing the amount of pleasure I’m feeling right now.

"Come, baby, come for me," he whispers into my ear, and that does it. My moaning turns into screaming, and vicious flames of ecstasy consume both my mind and body. I don’t even know if I’m still screaming; all I know is that my throat feels raw. My muscles are so tense that it feels like someone has poured concrete inside of my muscles, and they twitch so hard when pleasure hits them that I can almost hear my bones rattling. And he says this is only the warm-up! I already feel completely spent. I don’t think my body is ready for more, but I can’t give up now; I still need to find out what kind of things he can do with his cock.

Just thinking of the monstrosity dangling between his legs gives me a sudden boost, and I open my eyes. Slowly, he takes his fingers out from my pussy, and takes his hand up to my face. I smell the scent of my pussy, and that makes my knees grow weak; that’s when he brushes his fingers over my lips. He slides them inside my mouth gently, and I act on pure instinct: I suck on them, taking my own fluids inside my mouth.

"Delicious, isn’t it?" he asks as he takes his fingers out. I just smile, trying to look for the right words and not finding them. I can’t believe I let him do that. And something tells me that, before the night’s over, that I’m going to let him do many other things to me … and that sounds just right.

He takes a step back and I use the chance to turn on my heels. Facing him, I go on tiptoes and crush my mouth against his, using my tongue to part his lips. He does the same, our tongues dancing and wrestling against one another as I rest my hands on his waist.

"On your knees, Abby," he tells me, pulling back from our kiss. The tone in his voice tells me that I have no other option but to do what he says, and so I oblige, going down until my knees are touching the floor of his apartment. "Time to see what you can do."

I raise one hand and reach for his crotch hesitantly, my eyes widening as I stare at the thick shape straining under his pants. My God, how the hell is something so big going to fit inside my mouth? And I’m just talking about my mouth; I don’t even want to start thinking about the mechanics of having him inside my pussy. Oh, he’s going to ruin me for other men, that much is certain.

I bite on my lower lip as my fingers touch his cock. Moving slowly, I flatten the palm of my hand over his crotch, a pleasant warmness spreading from my hand to the rest of my body as I feel the steady pulse of his shaft. I curl my fingers around his shaft, my heart tightening inside my chest as I feel his thickness. How big is he? Twelve inches? Yeah, that must be it, and I might be lowballing it. I’ve never felt a cock as big as his, and I can barely wait to see what something so huge can do.

"Don’t tell me you’re surprised," he asks me and, even though I’m not looking into his face, I can tell that he has a wide grin on his lips.

"It’s so… big," I whisper, finally raising my head so that I can meet his eyes.

"And you still haven’t seen anything," he says, softly running his fingers through my hair. Turning my attention back to his cock, I let go of it and take my hands to his belt. I unbuckle it and then take it out from its loops, allowing it to slip from my fingers and onto the floor. Carefully, I undo the top button on his pants and then pull his zipper down; his cock pushes back against his dark boxer briefs, hitting my hand, and my heart skips a beat as I feel it.

I press my hand against it but, at the same time, I hook my fingers on the hem of his boxer briefs. I pull them down inch by inch, and then I hold my breath as the fabric goes over his shaft. His cock springs free in half a heartbeat, and I can’t help but let my jaw hang open as I finally see his cock.

There’s a hint of pre-cum glistening on its tip, but the first thought that

crossed my mind is a simple one: he’s gigantic. And that’s putting it lightly. His cock is so thick that I’ll probably have to use both my hands just to grab it, and I have no idea how it’s going to fit inside me. And it’s length, oh God. I seriously doubt that, if I somehow manage to fit his cock inside of my mouth, that I’ll be able to get his entire shaft in.

"Go on," he says, and I finally reach for his cock with both of my hands, curling my fingers around his shaft. Without even blinking, I start moving my hands up and down, stroking him. I peel one hand off his shaft, and I take it down to his balls, cupping them and feeling their weight against the palm of my hand. Even his balls are huge, almost the size of tennis balls—and heavier. It seems that everything in Aidan is plus sized.

Anxiety spreads its wings inside of me, but I just push it off to the back of my mind and start leaning in. I part my lips right before I touch the tip of his cock and, using only the tip of my tongue, I touch him and let his raw flavor inundate me at once. Delicious? That doesn’t even begin to describe it. He tastes like power and dominance, the salty flavor of a rare breed of men. I write my male characters as idealized versions of men, but Aidan makes even fictional characters pale in comparison.

"Delicious," I purr at him, looking up. He smiles, tangling his fingers in my hair, and I open my mouth and go down. Wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, I close my eyes and let his raw flavor blanket my mind. Without even thinking if it’s possible or not, I start rolling my lips down his shaft, pushing myself to go deeper than I’ve ever gone before.

I stop when I feel its tip pressed against the back of my throat, but Aidan doesn't’ allow me to go back. With his hands on my head, he holds me in place, and I have no other option but to push through. I go as deep as I can, this time only stopping when I feel my lips touching the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I open my eyes, surprised that I somehow managed to fit his whole cock inside of my mouth. Seriously, this is a miracle.

"Good girl," he says in an amused tone, "seems like you know what you’re doing." He eases the pressure of his fingers on my head, and I slide his cock out of my mouth, taking a deep breath and realizing that my jaw is burning from the effort.

Grinning wildly, I grab his cock and angle it down, pointing it straight at my mouth. I lunge at him, opening my mouth as much as I can and allowing his cock to roll over my tongue. Wasting no time, I start to bob my head back and forth as fast I can, my lips on his shaft making a maddening wet sound.

My hand is still wrapped around his cock, so I’m stroking him while sucking, my hand and mouth working in unison. He still has his fingers tangled in my hair, but he’s only feeling the sway of my head and not dictating the pace; I guess that means he’s actually enjoying it. I do know what I’m doing, but with a man like Aidan you gotta wonder… He’s probably been with so many women that only the best satisfies him. He’s a connoisseur of women.

"I love your tight mouth," he groans, derailing my train of thought. "I can’t wait to see how tight your pussy is too."

"Then why don’t you take it?" I ask him, taking his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him with a lewd grin. Without saying a word, he curls his fingers around my wrist and pulls me up to my feet. Moving fast, he grabs the bunched up dress around my waist and pushes it down my legs. I’m almost about to bend over to take my high heels off when he stops me.

"No, these stay on," he says, and then pushes me back until my ass is against his couch. Hooking his fingers on my hips, he makes me turn around and I grab at the edge of the couch to support myself, thrusting my ass back at him by instinct.

I feel his cock right between my ass cheeks again, but this time there’s just my thong between us, and I have a feeling that my thong is about to come off as well. Breathing in, I start moving my hips up and down and from side to side, grinding against Aidan’s cock in complete abandonment. His thickness pulses against my flesh harshly, and I tremble as I imagine it sliding past my soaked folds, stretching me wide enough to break me in half.

"I want you…" I whisper, the words coming out of my mouth in a torrent, a thick layer of lust covering them.

"Say it then," he replies in a single breath. "What do you want me for, Abby? Say it."

"I… I want you to fuck me," I tell him, and just saying it makes me even wetter. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can," I continue, and it sounds like a confession. Since the first time I laid eyes on him that I wanted to see how hard he could fuck me. I guess I’m about to find out.

"That’s good, because I also want to fuck you as hard as I can," he shoots back, grabbing at the string of fabric lacing my waist, and tugging my thong down my legs. I bite my lips as I feel the fabric sliding out from between my ass cheeks, and I suddenly feel naked and exposed—and, screw it, it feels amazing.

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