“Shhhh,” he whispered. “We don’t want you making too much noise, do we?”
I grinned and opened my mouth to say, “How can I not?” But when I went to say it, he pulled my head down to his, and let his tongue slip inside my mouth that I’d opened to argue with.
The air in my lungs returned as I gasped into his mouth.
This was already the best sexual experience of my life, and I’d only had his thumb enter me.
What would I feel when it was his cock?
His kisses had me dizzy, and by the time he was through, I was riding his thumb, desperate to get to a point that I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
The thumb inside of me was making slick, wet sounds each time I raised and lowered my hips, and at one point, I knew I would’ve been embarrassed. That point would be later, not right now. The way he made me feel…God, I couldn’t even explain it.
It was like I’d gotten all of my favorite things at once. All of those things now centered around Tate.
I didn’t think that even a Snickers would make this day any better.
Nothing, and I do mean nothing, could ruin it.
Even if he stopped right this second, I knew that it’d be something I remembered for the rest of my life. Something I compared all other sexual encounters to for the rest of my time on Earth.
But then he did go and make it better.
“Drop that tight cunt onto my cock,” he ordered, holding his cock up like he was wielding a weapon.
There was no hesitation at all. Zero. Zilch. Nada.
I lifted up and waited for him to position his cock at my entrance, and he didn’t disappoint.
The moment I felt him there, I started to descend, filling myself full of so much Tate that I wasn’t sure I could take it.
“Easy, baby,” he cooed, running his rough hand up the outside of my thigh. “Take it slow. We’re in no hurry.”
Except for I wanted him inside me so badly that I couldn’t think straight. Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that I had an appointment in an hour.
I had a feeling Tate could go for days. An hour would be inconsequential to him.
But I’d give it the good ol’ college try!
My thighs burned as I pulled back up, coating his cock with more of my need that was leaking from my pussy.
The extra lubrication helped, and the second pass of his cock came much smoother, allowing me to take another few inches. But he still wasn’t all the way inside.
“I guess what they say is true,” I panted. “Big feet, big hands…”
He started to laugh, and by doing that, he was making the cock inside of me jump.
“I’m not sure that’s true in real life, but in our world, we’re going to go with it.”
I bit my lip and tried not to blurt out how much seeing him laugh—feeling him laugh—made me happy.
He’d stop, and I didn’t want him to stop.
Not ever.
His hands on my hips guided me, telling me how much I could take, and setting the pace in which we would go.
I allowed this, unable to do anything but, and rode the wave that was Tate.
He controlled every single aspect of our lovemaking—or our fucking. I couldn’t tell which one it was at this point. But regardless, this man made me feel so much that I knew that today would forever change me.
We’d made no promises to each other, and honestly, that was okay.
The man knew what he wanted, and I did, too.
I wanted him, pure and simple.
Then he slammed me down onto him, and I was forced to take everything.
There wasn’t a single inch of me that wasn’t filled with him.
My eyes closed, and my head fell back. My breath hitched for a few long seconds, but I continued to breathe through it. Though, I did have to admit that it was difficult.
“Look down at us.”
I let my head fall forward, my eyes taking in where we were joined.
His cock made my pussy stretch so full that it looked nearly painful.
It didn’t feel painful…yet.
“Told you it would fit.”
I bit my lip and tilted my head back up, my eyes meeting his.
“You did, didn’t you?”
He growled something at me, then used those large, strong arms of his to wrap around my waist, pulling me into his chest.
Then he fucked me.
This was no lovemaking. This was fucking, plain as day.
The force of his thrusts, compared with the way he pulled me down so forcefully, had my orgasm starting that climb again.
How it could be possible, I didn’t know, but I knew tomorrow, nothing else would ever be good enough.
Only Tate’s cock would do.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
I didn’t even realize I’d said a curse word. Tate did.
He laughed, deep and low, as he continued to fuck me.
The backs of my thighs were hitting the tops of his so hard that loud slaps filled the quiet office.
The springs of the couch were squeaking, and it would only be later that I realized that he was using my coffee table as leverage to power upwards with his thighs.
My eyes went hazy as tears filled them, then I shattered into a million, tiny, never going to be put back together, pieces.
I was aware of him following me over, but I could care less. I was experiencing the one thing that all women dreamed about. An orgasm that dragged me fifty feet under, shook me up, and threw me back out a completely different person.
I opened my eyes, my heartbeat racing, and looked down at the man who had rapture still written all over his face.
His mouth was slightly parted.
His beard was ruffled from my kisses.
His signature baseball cap was askew, but not completely off.
And his hands were clenched so tightly around my hips that I knew tomorrow I’d have perfectly defined bruises of all ten of his fingers. Five on one hip, four in the back, one in the front. Five on the other. Four in the back, one in the front.
Then he pulled me up and off of him, setting me on my feet.
My eyes automatically looked down, and I saw him sheathed in a condom that I didn’t remember hearing him put on.
“You used a condom.”
He grunted. “Always have, always will.”
I couldn’t find fault in that, but I was somewhat disheartened that I didn’t get to feel him burst inside of me. Not that I would ever tell him that. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.
“Good,” I said and bent down for my panties.
Once I saw that they were ripped on both sides, I realized that panties weren’t happening today.
That would be uncomfortable.
“Really?” I asked him, holding them up for him to see.
He grinned unrepentantly and stood. “My bad.”
I snorted and watched avidly as he took the condom off of his cock, tied it off, and then reached for the tissues that I had on the coffee table.
Once he’d wrapped the condom, he put it into the trash and tucked his cock back into his jeans…his still half hard cock.
Even that was an impressive sight.
The man was definitely large. Everywhere.
Once his jeans were buttoned, he pulled his t-shirt back over his pants, his eyes once again on me.
He didn’t look uncommittable, and it was only then that I realized I was still standing there naked looking at him.