Then he did.
I could taste myself, but I didn’t mind. I just got to taste his own desire for me, think about the way he’d just kissed me like there was nothing else he wanted more than to adore my most private area. He wasn’t afraid to please a woman the way she liked, to do something most men avoided at all costs. He did it…and he fucking loved it.
His arm gripped my waist as we moved toward the bed. He supported my frame with his arm, holding me as he lowered himself down with a single arm. He positioned me on the bed underneath him, sliding his arm out of the arch in my back once I was in place.
His thighs opened mine as if he intended to take me like this, his heaviness making my mattress creak because it was old. With every move he made, I could feel his weight, feel two hundred and thirty pounds of pure man on top of me. He opened my legs wide like he needed the room to get his fat dick inside me.
He helped himself to my nightstand and fished out a condom as if he already knew they were there. With experienced movements, he ripped into the package and rolled on the condom that was a little tight for his big dick.
It only took him a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me, my lips landing on his. I cupped his face and brought him close to me, our lips moving together with perfect languidness.
His arms hooked behind my knees once his dick was pressed to my entrance. Then he slowly inched inside, pushing deeper and deeper into my wetness, through my tightness, and moved until there was nowhere else for him to go.
I stopped kissing him because I needed a moment to breathe, a moment to appreciate all the sensations inside me. I’d never been stretched like that, never had a man so big inside me. I didn’t even know dicks could be this big. “What a man…” My fingers were still in his hair, and I looked him in the eye as I gave him the compliment.
He stilled inside me and looked into my face, his muscular chest pressing me deeper into the sheets. There was a bit of hair in the center of his pecs, exactly as I liked. He held my gaze for a while, as if he wanted to look at me and enjoy the victory before he actually started to fuck me. I’d told him no so many times, but he never gave up on me. He knew I would cave, waited patiently until the moment I could no longer resist this fine piece of man.
He rocked his hips inside me, his big dick sliding in and out of my small channel. I was an average woman with an average size, but he was so large in every way that he made me feel tiny. Sometimes he pushed inside a little too hard and it made me wince because he pressed right up against my cervix, but I enjoyed being with a man who was big enough to even hurt me.
When he got used to my body, he never made me wince again, his dick memorizing exactly how deep I was. His neck bent down, and he kissed me as he rocked, exchanging a few hot kisses before he pulled away to look at me, to see the burn in my cheeks, emotion in my eyes. Then he kissed me again, breathing into my mouth, giving me his tongue.
Whenever I brought a man home, the sex was usually disappointing. And even when it wasn’t, it still wasn’t anything like this. He fucked so good, he seemed like a professional, like I’d thrown a stack of cash at him and paid him to do this. I already felt the small explosion begin at the bottom of my belly, but it took me a second to recognize it because I couldn’t believe that it was happening so quickly, that he could bring my body and mind to the threshold within seconds. My hands reached for his chest for something to hold on to, and my nails slightly dragged down as the explosion hit me, making my toes squeeze and cramp, making my hips buck against him uncontrollably. I bit my bottom lip so hard, I nearly drew blood. But the screams inside my chest were unable to be suppressed, so I moaned loudly for him, coming with such intensity, it was an out-of-body experience. My head slammed back onto the pillow, and I dug my hand into my hair because I was writhing, making sounds I didn’t even know I could produce. Tears began because it felt so good to release like that, felt so good I thought I would die.