Horrible man. With you inside me.”
“Or shall I get the pie?”
She grabbed his arm, her eyes clashing with his in molten
need. “Wade Saxon, you leave me before you put your cock inside me and fuck me
sweetly—and you will eat your pie alone.”
He crawled up over her like the big feral cat he was and
chuckled. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you but never sweetly.”
She bared her teeth at him. “Do. It. Now.”
All man, he grinned at her, his hands busy at his shirt and
then his zipper until he stood in front of her stark naked. And oh god, was his
body worth all the wanting, all the waiting.
She bit her lower lip and simply admired every sculpted inch
of him bared before her. His shoulders, she’d known, were impossibly wide. Now
she could see they were well-honed. His triceps bulged, huge, yet in symmetry
to the perfection of his biceps. His hands, meaty and strong, hooked on his
waist while she sat up on her elbows to savor him. His pecs were heavy, supported
by a six-pack of perfect rib cage. His hips, with that scrumptious little
hollow that led to his groin, were lean. His thighs were corded tree trunks,
for godsake. No wonder he could lift her up with the ease of the Jolly Green
Giant. But the delight of her day would soon be to experience firsthand the
benefits of his cock.
That was the longest, most magnificent tool she had ever
seen. Erect, red and richly veined, his shaft stood up ready to give her
precisely what she wanted. He was thick. So massive she knew he’d been wise to
plumb her with his fingers before he tried to dip inside her. He’d be
incomparable. And for a few good moments, all hers.
She grinned, she knew, from ear to ear. Reaching out a hand,
she touched his tip, his slit dripping with desire for her.
He flowed closer. “Take me in your hand.”
She did, admiring his girth. “I may not live after this.”
“Oh, you will.”
She scoffed, her insides gushing with such need she was sure
she dampened the sheets. “All bets are off, honey. Your equipment is jumbo
sized. I’m a big girl, but wow…” She caressed his cock, fascinated by how it
grew within her grasp. “What a way to go.”
He covered her pussy with one of his hands then sank a
finger inside her to pump her. “Only fair to return the favor of the hand job.”
Drifting in the carnal pleasure of his fingers and his cock,
she smiled. “I may never need the pie.”
“Later you get pie.” He snorted then put one leg and the
other on the bed, swung her around so that she was beneath him lengthwise, flat
on her back. Snatching a condom from the nightstand, he ripped it out and
rolled it on, one-handed. “Right now, we both get this.”
Hauling her thighs up over his forearms, he sank nearer and
with the precision of a huge man who knew how to use his form to best
advantage, he zeroed in on her with his very hot shaft and impaled her on it.
Oh. God. She could not move for the thrill of him inside
her.
He hung over her, his head drooping, his eyes shut.
She tried to speak, her mouth gaping open in delicious
shock. His size, his heat, his length stunned her. Took her breath. Her mind.
And the only thing that mattered was her swollen, dripping-wet pussy jam-packed
with the most enormous penis she had ever known.
He cupped her nape, rubbed his lips over hers. “Feel good?”
“Beyond…” She couldn’t find any other words to describe how
he filled her body and her mind. Instead of talk, she kissed him and pressed
her mound against him.
“We fit,” he said, swallowing hard, sounding surprised, “so
well.” Zeroing in on her gaze, he moved again. The longing, the joy she saw
there was so brilliant she went blind with the rapture.
And when he increased his tempo she moaned and rose to the
passion he created inside her. Reaching for her clit, he tantalized her and she
screamed, falling from a high wire of fulfillment and pounding for endless
moments to a contentment that drained her.
He groaned, rolled her to
“Or shall I get the pie?”
She grabbed his arm, her eyes clashing with his in molten
need. “Wade Saxon, you leave me before you put your cock inside me and fuck me
sweetly—and you will eat your pie alone.”
He crawled up over her like the big feral cat he was and
chuckled. “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you but never sweetly.”
She bared her teeth at him. “Do. It. Now.”
All man, he grinned at her, his hands busy at his shirt and
then his zipper until he stood in front of her stark naked. And oh god, was his
body worth all the wanting, all the waiting.
She bit her lower lip and simply admired every sculpted inch
of him bared before her. His shoulders, she’d known, were impossibly wide. Now
she could see they were well-honed. His triceps bulged, huge, yet in symmetry
to the perfection of his biceps. His hands, meaty and strong, hooked on his
waist while she sat up on her elbows to savor him. His pecs were heavy, supported
by a six-pack of perfect rib cage. His hips, with that scrumptious little
hollow that led to his groin, were lean. His thighs were corded tree trunks,
for godsake. No wonder he could lift her up with the ease of the Jolly Green
Giant. But the delight of her day would soon be to experience firsthand the
benefits of his cock.
That was the longest, most magnificent tool she had ever
seen. Erect, red and richly veined, his shaft stood up ready to give her
precisely what she wanted. He was thick. So massive she knew he’d been wise to
plumb her with his fingers before he tried to dip inside her. He’d be
incomparable. And for a few good moments, all hers.
She grinned, she knew, from ear to ear. Reaching out a hand,
she touched his tip, his slit dripping with desire for her.
He flowed closer. “Take me in your hand.”
She did, admiring his girth. “I may not live after this.”
“Oh, you will.”
She scoffed, her insides gushing with such need she was sure
she dampened the sheets. “All bets are off, honey. Your equipment is jumbo
sized. I’m a big girl, but wow…” She caressed his cock, fascinated by how it
grew within her grasp. “What a way to go.”
He covered her pussy with one of his hands then sank a
finger inside her to pump her. “Only fair to return the favor of the hand job.”
Drifting in the carnal pleasure of his fingers and his cock,
she smiled. “I may never need the pie.”
“Later you get pie.” He snorted then put one leg and the
other on the bed, swung her around so that she was beneath him lengthwise, flat
on her back. Snatching a condom from the nightstand, he ripped it out and
rolled it on, one-handed. “Right now, we both get this.”
Hauling her thighs up over his forearms, he sank nearer and
with the precision of a huge man who knew how to use his form to best
advantage, he zeroed in on her with his very hot shaft and impaled her on it.
Oh. God. She could not move for the thrill of him inside
her.
He hung over her, his head drooping, his eyes shut.
She tried to speak, her mouth gaping open in delicious
shock. His size, his heat, his length stunned her. Took her breath. Her mind.
And the only thing that mattered was her swollen, dripping-wet pussy jam-packed
with the most enormous penis she had ever known.
He cupped her nape, rubbed his lips over hers. “Feel good?”
“Beyond…” She couldn’t find any other words to describe how
he filled her body and her mind. Instead of talk, she kissed him and pressed
her mound against him.
“We fit,” he said, swallowing hard, sounding surprised, “so
well.” Zeroing in on her gaze, he moved again. The longing, the joy she saw
there was so brilliant she went blind with the rapture.
And when he increased his tempo she moaned and rose to the
passion he created inside her. Reaching for her clit, he tantalized her and she
screamed, falling from a high wire of fulfillment and pounding for endless
moments to a contentment that drained her.
He groaned, rolled her to
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