The Husband Game

He smirks, watching my reaction. “You want my cock inside you, is that it, my naughty girl?” He leans up to touch my cheek, then runs his fingers through my hair, using his cupped palm to tilt my face so he can lean down and kiss me again, slower this time.

“Yes, please,” I breathe when our lips part, and he smirks at me, more than happy to oblige.

Before I can react, he reaches down to sweep one arm under my knees. I yelp, then laugh, as he carries me, legs kicking, across his apartment toward the bedroom. I catch more glimpses of his living situation along the way—a fluffy white sofa that looks comfortable as hell. A kitchen/dining area with modern features, lights that look like spaceships and an expensive repurposed wood dining table with metal scoop-back chairs around it.

It’s hard to get a sense of whether this is his personal style, or whether the apartment came this way. It looks a bit like a model showroom. But then again, he might just have a really good eye for decor.

I don’t have too long to ponder it. A minute later, he sweeps me into his bedroom, and then I’m distracted all over again, as he tosses me down onto the king size bed, the comforter nearly swallowing me whole. But he’s already stripping his shirt off, bending down over me—and thank god, because it lets me run my hands over his perfect pecs, his washboard abs that I swear would go perfectly on a billboard ad. He even has that V-cut near his groin that drives me wild, the one I’ve only ever seen on TV.

Fuck he’s in good shape. “Hockey keeps you fit, huh?” I ask with a wry arch to my eyebrow, as he bends down to kiss my neck again.

“It is a rough sport,” he replies, with a grin. “But I like it rough.”

Damn him. He knows exactly what he’s doing. My pussy practically throbs with the need to have him inside me. “Oh, I do too, believe me,” I whisper, and his grin widens.

Then he pushes his jeans down, and I’m distracted all over again, because fuck. He watches me watching him, smirking. Man knows exactly how endowed he is. He teases me, taking a moment to pull down his boxers and release his cock entirely.

The monster that springs free… God damn. “You are so fucking big,” I breathe, reaching out to touch him.

It takes both of my hands to fully circle his cock, to trace from his base to the tip and back again, savoring the velvety soft feel of his skin, the hard core of steel beneath. He’s so fucking hard already. Just as turned on by me as I am by him.

“You want my cock inside you, my naughty girl?” he whispers against my neck, his breath hot, making all the hairs along the back of my neck rise, and my body arch up with them against him.

“Please,” I reply, not even caring if I sound desperate. I am desperate right now. Desperate to see if I can handle a cock this big, because I’ve never been confronted with one quite like it in my life. My hands continue to stroke along his length as he leans over me, watching me, a knowing smirk on his mouth.

He pauses just long enough to roll over to his bedside drawer and pull out a condom. I watch as he tears the wrapper with his teeth, then expertly rolls it on himself one-handed. Then he uses one hand to press me back down against the covers, and his other hand to push my legs apart, until he’s lying between my thighs.

I take advantage of the moment to wrap my legs around his waist, angling my hips up toward him to grant him easier access.

But he pauses there, his gaze drifting over me, down the length of my body, his eyes white hot with desire, lips parted a little as he studies me. “God, you are so fucking hot.”

My belly tightens with pleasure, sparks of heat dancing through my veins. “Fuck me, Charlie,” I whisper, and his lips shift into that sly grin of his, the one that’s already starting to make me come undone before he even touches me.

“Oh, it’s all I’ve wanted for hours.” He reaches down with one hand to guide himself toward my entrance. The tip of his fat cock pauses at my entrance, and he traces it back and forth along the length of my slit, following the same path his tongue did earlier, coating himself in my juices. Finally, when I’m practically panting beneath him, desperate from want and all the teasing, he slowly pushes his cock inside me.

I moan, a sound that slowly turns into a deeper groan as he moves into me, slowly, my pussy stretching around the thick girth of his cock. Fucking hell. I’ve never been with a man this big. And he keeps going, keeps pushing inside me, farther than I knew I could take, as I gasp and twist under him.