Big Man

“You like that? You like my fat cock inside your pussy?”

I moan with want, bucking against him as he starts to fuck me faster.

“Tell me how much you like my cock inside you, Sasha. Tell me what it feels like.”

I bite my lip to draw my brain back into itself, because otherwise it’s too hard to get lost in the sensation. Still, forming words is difficult when he’s doing this to me, making me crazy with lust. I swallow hard and force myself to think around the swell of pleasure growing deep in my belly. “It… feels like you fill every inch of me,” I manage, my breath coming harder, faster, as he continues to fuck me. “Your cock is so fucking big and hard and… fuck,” I cry out as he thrusts into me again, his balls slapping against my clit at this angle. “I love feeling you inside me, stretching me out, making me ache with want. I love it when you come in me.”

“You like that? You like when I pump my cum into your tight little pussy, fill you with my seed?”

I moan again. “Fuck yes I do.”

He laughs once, softly, and slows in his pounding for a moment, hands sliding up my sides to cup my breasts, his thumb and forefinger teasing at my hardened nipples. Rolling them until I gasp from the sensation. “I thought you wanted me to come in your mouth this time, City Girl. You’re going to have to make up your mind.”

“I…”

Damn. I bite my lip. I do want to taste him. But it felt so good when he came in me last night—I’d forgotten what that felt like, fucking like this. Raw, as he put it.

Grant doesn’t wait for me to answer. He keeps going, picking up the pace, fucking me on all fours. At the same time, he reaches between my legs with his free hand and presses his thumb to my clit. I cry out, unable to contain it. My clit is already aching for release, turned on as hell from sucking his cock. It feels swollen, like ripe fruit between my thighs begging for him to pluck it.

“Fuck,” I hiss, as the building pleasure distracts me.

“Going to have to decide soon,” he says, stroking my clit in time with his thrusts now, driving me wild. His cock is so thick that it presses against my inner walls, and with each thrust, his head grazes my G-spot, makes my pussy clench tight and my body quiver as I build toward an orgasm.

He stops stroking me, right as I’m nearing the edge, and I shout in protest.

“Tell me where you want me to come, and then you can come,” Grant says, his voice steady, infuriatingly so, as he continues to fuck me at the same steady, grinding pace.

“My mouth,” I gasp. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

His finger returns to my clit, and I scream wordlessly as the orgasm hits me almost instantly. My pussy tightens, convulses around his cock, and he drives into me faster, his muscles taut, his hands hard on my hips, fucking me as I finish, his cock sliding over my G-spot again and again to keep me at my peak.

Finally, I sink toward the sheets, gasping. But without warning, Grant pulls out of me. My pussy tightens again, feeling empty without him. He doesn’t give me time to think about it, though, as he rolls me over on the bed. The blindfold falls off, but I don’t care—I’m grateful for the sight of him above me, his eyes dark with lust, his mouth a hard line as he holds his cock erect between us, wet with my juices.

“Suck my cock clean, Sasha,” he growls, and I scramble upright to obey him, all too eager.

The taste of myself mixed with him is intoxicating. I lick and suck at his tip, but I don’t have much time. He grabs my head with both hands, pulls me closer, his cock sliding deeper into my throat as he comes with a loud cry, guttural and animal with lust. I swallow hard, taking as much of him as I can, savoring his flavor, his taste, the white-hot rush of him.

When he finally pulls back, his hands trembling, I sit up and grab his face, pull him to me in another deep kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth again, and I know he can taste our flavors too, the combination of us, the scent of our sex heavy in the air.

When we part, we’re both breathing hard, our faces flushed, bodies damp with sweat. And we’re both grinning like idiots.

“Fuck,” I manage, as I sit back on the bed, still quivering, my pussy sensitive and pleasantly sore.

“You can say that again,” Grant murmurs. He draws me up to my feet beside him and wraps his arms around me for a long moment. I lean into him, savor the feeling of his strong arms around me, the scent of his body, and the tingle in my limbs from the orgasm.