But I didn’t stop myself from rolling over and pinning her beneath me.
I didn’t stop myself from slamming my mouth onto hers.
I didn’t stop myself from fitting my hips between her legs, and grinding my hard cock against her mound.
No. I didn’t do anything to stop what I knew was about to happen.
Why? Because I was weak.
So fucking weak.
She pulled away from me and her lips started to skim along my bearded jaw, but I hadn’t had enough of her mouth yet. Not nearly enough.
“Kiss me,” I growled, pulling her hair and bringing her lips back to mine.
“I want to taste the rest of you, though,” she said between breaths.
“I know,” I muttered. “And there’s plenty of time for that…later.”
She kissed me back, her hands taking up the work that her mouth was doing earlier, smoothing them up and down the length of my spine, up my sides, down my chest.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, holding me to her tight, as she lifted up and pressed herself more fully against me.
And that’s when I knew that I didn’t care if this was a mistake.
Nothing this good—nothing that felt this good—could be a mistake.
I pulled away from her mouth, panting, and stared into her eyes.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “You’ve had a bad day.”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Yes. Nothing more, nothing less.
Just yes.
I lifted up onto my knees and pulled my t-shirt over my head, then followed up by hooking a hand around her jeans and panties at each of her hips, and yanking them down her legs.
Luckily, they came, because I hadn’t bothered with the button.
One second they were there and the next, completely gone, leaving her bare to me.
The minute that her sex was exposed to me, I started to touch it with my free hand that wasn’t gripping her thigh like my life depended on it, but she closed her legs, halting my progress.
“I have to tell you something,” she murmured.
A dozen things soared through my brain. One, she was changing her mind. Two, there was something wrong. Three, she…
“It’s been a really, really long time.”
I halted in my tracks, my brain stalling on the words, ‘really, really.’
“How long is ‘really, really?’” I questioned slowly.
She sighed.
I reached over for the lamp, my hard cock brushing her upraised knee, and returned to my previous position on my knees beside her.
“Really, as in…never.”
I blinked.
“You’re not a spring chicken.”
She nodded.
“And you’re fucking hot.”
She blushed.
“You’re telling me that no one, not one single person in this whole goddamn world, has touched this?”
She nodded hesitantly.
I jerked off the bed and started pacing.
“I’m not a good bet,” I repeated my earlier promise. “I’m fucking older than dirt. I’ve been with no less than fifty women in my time. I’ve been in prison for four years. I’m fairly sure that the minute I get inside you that I’m going to blow my load, and let’s not forget that I’m six foot six. That means that I’m a big motherfucker. Everywhere. I’m not first-time material.”
Out of all the things I expected her to do, laughing was not one of them.
But she did…laugh, that was.
At me.
She dropped her knees to the bed, and the move gave me a perfect view of everything she’d covered up, leaving me with my resolve wavering.
“You’re so fuckin’ funny.” She brought her hand up to her eyes to wipe away the tears that were leaking out. “You think you’re ever going to find a woman on Earth that is going to complain about a man having a big dick?”
I grunted, and then decided that there was nothing to do for it.
I had to show her what she was dealing with.
I’d always, and I do mean always, had to deal with the looks.
I’d had not one, not two, but four partners decline to fuck me after coming face to face with the monster.
Usually, a man wouldn’t have a problem with being known as big, but once that shit was spread around, everyone looked at me funny.
It only took one girl to tell nearly all of the other high school girls, and then it was fuckin’ over.
But having Kennedy understand that I wasn’t fucking joking was paramount.
She needed to know that I was large and why this wouldn’t work.
So I dropped my pants, and then shoved down my underwear to allow her to see it all.
My dick bobbed, the tip already weeping for her and everything she had to offer.
The laughter abruptly died, and she was on her knees within seconds.
“Wasn’t fucking joking,” I grumbled, letting her look her fill.
Her eyes came up to mine.
“I didn’t think you were,” she murmured, then hesitantly brought her hand up to wrap around my girth.
She swallowed thickly, then glanced up at my eyes before leaning forward.
Everything inside of me froze at seeing her mouth open.
Then, when her tongue met the head of my cock, I threw my head back and moaned.
Her other hand circled around my length right next to the other one, and she worked the length of my cock while she sucked on the tip like she’d done it a hundred times before.
“I’ve never done this before,” she murmured, bringing her lips off the tip of my dick. “Is it okay?”
Then she blew on my cock…fucking blew on it!
And I felt the come boil in my balls.
“Hanging on by a thread here, woman,” I choked out. “You do much better, and I’ll damn sure go.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound like too much of a bad thing,” she murmured. “How long does it take you to recover?”
Then she put her mouth on my dick again while she sped up her hand movements.
My legs started to shake, and I couldn’t help but thread my fingers through her hair for something to hold on to.
I didn’t hinder or help her movements, only laid them there, but the urge was definitely there.
If she wasn’t so inexperienced, and I wasn’t so much of a goddamn gentleman, then I’d yank her forward at the same time that I thrust.
She gagged, and I realized that maybe I wasn’t so much of a gentleman after all.
“Fuck!” I moaned.
There was nothing hotter than watching her gag on my length.
At least, I thought that until she dropped both hands from around my shaft, then pushed forward, taking as much of me as she could physically fit into her mouth.
“Gonna come.”
Three syllables were all I could manage, and when she still didn’t come up for air while she practically choked herself on my cock, I realized that it was likely that she wasn’t going to.
I felt it start at the base of my spine, swirling around my lower half, and then shoot out of my cock with so much ferocity that my knees went weak.
She didn’t flinch away from me. Didn’t stop her torture. Didn’t do a goddamn thing other than take everything I had to give her.
She moaned around my staff at the first shot of come that left my cock, and the second. And the third.
By the time the fourth finally left, I was spent, barely hanging onto my feet.
She pulled away and licked her lips as if she’d just had the tastiest of treats, and then leaned back in the bed and scooted until her back hit the headboard.
“Come here,” she whispered, patting the bed.
I did, practically falling face first into her lap.
If she could do that for me, then I’d return the fucking favor.
Chapter 14
Sweatin’ l
ike a hooker in church.
-T-shirt
Kennedy
He face planted in my lap, and I instinctively spread my legs so he wouldn’t hit his nose on my ankle.
He caught himself before he could drop all the way down by planting both of his hands on either side of himself, lowering his body down much more gently than I was expecting.
But he used the opening of my legs to continue down until he was face-to-pussy with me.
“It’s been four years,” he told my vagina.
I bit my lip at the way it felt to have his breath touch my exposed lips.
Just the anticipation of his mouth anywhere near me was enough to have liquid need pooling at my entrance.
He turned his mouth and skimmed the prickly length of his beard against the inside of my left thigh. He drew it up until he came to the crease where my leg met my hip and then completely skipped over the one place where I wanted his mouth above all others and moved to the other side.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the headboard, grinding the balls of my feet into the bed to stop myself from moving closer to him.
Then I felt the backs of his fingers moving slowly up the outside of my thigh, splitting my attention from what he was doing with his mouth to what he was doing with his hands.
I didn’t know what to focus on, so I kept my eyes closed and just felt.
“You smell good,” he said when his nose came to hover just over the top of my sex.
His hand circled around the outside of my thigh, then his arm hooked around it and pulled out, spreading me even wider.
His hand came to a rest just at the top of my sex, two fingers spreading the lips of my sex wide, and exposed my clit to his gaze.
“I bet you taste good, too.”
Then he dipped his head forward and brushed the softest of kisses against the top of my clit.
It was only the barest of touches, but it was enough to cause my hips to jerk off the bed.
I’d never been touched by a man when it didn’t involve clothing covering the majority of my body.
Never once had anyone but me touched myself there. Not in all my thirty years.
I was a complete and utter loner, and I found a chicken’s company way more exciting than a human being’s.
What Evander didn’t know was that this—me being here, naked with him—was huge for me.
I was a massive loser who couldn’t work up the courage to talk to a male gas station attendant, let alone a man who I would consider sleeping with.
But Evander made it easy.
He made it good.
He made it feel right.
I moaned out a sound that might’ve been some sort of word, but it came out sounding garbled and incoherent.
It was obviously something to Evander, though, because he leaned forward and took a swipe at my clit—this time with his tongue.
I bit down hard on my lip, trying to remain still while also feeling every single sensation that rushed through me at the rate of a million miles a second.
And when his lips slid down the lips of my sex, trailing down the center of me with just his tongue, I hissed in surprise.
I had no clue that it could feel that good.
I had no clue that anything could feel that good.
Had I known…
That thought came and went as I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to bury my fingers in Evander’s hair.
“I’m close,” I panted, my hips now moving on their own volition.
He growled at me, then buried his face in my sex as he also buried his tongue inside of me.
I saw stars.
I also felt like I was on fire.
My thighs were trembling, my hips grinding against his face, and I was fairly sure that my heart was going to beat right the fuck out of my chest.
My hips were moving in time to his mouth, up and down and side-to-side.
But then his free hand smoothed up the back of my thigh and then skimmed over my sex, working me along with his mouth.
And then those talented fingers of his found me there—right where I needed something inside of me almost as much as I wanted my next breath.
The moment those fingers eased inside, I started to convulse.
My pussy clenched. My body bowed. My knees clamped down on his head like I was trying to crack a walnut with them.
And did I mention that I screamed?
I was an embarrassment to all of womankind.
All it took was minimal effort on his part, and I was putty in his hands.
If he asked for anything at that moment, I’d give it to him.
Why?
Because of orgasms.
Because I fucking loved him.
Oh, God!
I fucking loved him!
Before I could process much more than that, he was up on his knees, and I was up on mine.
He’d moved so fast!
One second I was on my back, staring at the ceiling, panting.
And the next I was bringing my knees up under me, and he was pushing inside of me.
I froze, half way up on my hands, as I waited for the pain.
And there was some, but not nearly as much as I would’ve expected.
But then he started to feed more into me, and I whimpered at the fullness.
I dropped down to my forearms and lowered my head to my fisted hands, saying a spontaneous prayer that I could take him.
He hadn’t been lying.
He was big.
Bigger than the small vibrator I’d gotten off of Amazon three years ago. Bigger than the cucumber I’d once decided to play with when I was sixteen.
I wasn’t a beginner when it came to dicks. I’d seen them before—in porn.
But Evander’s was awfully big, and I wasn’t going to lie about it being intimidating, because it was.
“Relax,” he murmured, smoothing one large palm down my spine to settle on the small of my back.
I closed my eyes and tried to relax, sinking further into the mattress below me as I tried to will my vagina to allow him entrance.
But what helped more was his other hand at my hip that snaked around to find my clit, circling it slowly…methodically.
I moaned into my fist, biting the knuckle, as I started to rock my hips.
With each rock on my part, he sank in a little further in. And further. And further still.
I’d just decided that he should stop, once again getting uncomfortable, when he paused, and started to retreat.
Oh, good! I’d finally met the end of him.
But when he came back inside moments later, he didn’t stop where he had before, but kept going.
I gasped, unsure that if I could take him, but then he pinched my clit, and I felt a jolt of electricity zip through me.
Each time I started to think I couldn’t take any more of him, he’d do something with his hips or his fingers, and I’d forget for a few seconds that he was as big as he was.
And then he came to an end—either of me or him. I wasn’t sure.
Whatever the reason he stopped, I wasn’t complaining.
Maybe this sex thing wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Maybe if I…
He pulled out an inch, and ground himself back into me, making my heart skip a beat.
That felt good.
Really, really good.
Then he did it again. And again. And again.
Each time he moved those hips, something inside me started to build.
It started out small, almost inconsequential.
I could ignore it.
But as he continued, that tiny thing—that ball of need inside of me—started to grow.
One second I was praying for it to end, and the next I was pushing back against him, urging him for more.
More something…I didn’t know what.
He obviously did, though, because moments later he was hol
ding my hips as he thrust fully into me and then immediately pulled all the way out, allowing his cock to kiss the entrance to my pussy, before he slammed back inside.
It was then that I realized that I was taking not just some of him, but all of him.
His curly pubic hair was hitting my ass with each thrust and grind of his hips, and his balls were beating heavily against my clit.
My eyes were crossing as I started to pant, and as much as I wanted to move my hips in time to his thrusts, he held me immobile. Practically forcing me to take what he had to give and like it.
And oh boy, did I like it.
I liked it a lot.
Way more than I thought I would.
Then something inside of me snapped.
I cried out, Evander grunted in surprise at the force and speed of my orgasm, and I completely unraveled around him.
I lost my battle to stay upright shortly after that, falling flat to my belly.
Evander followed me down, and rocked his big body above mine, using me like only he could use me.
I felt his beard tickle my shoulder, and his sweat drip onto my neck.
Not once did I stop him, though.
Not only could I not, but I didn’t want to.
Feeling that big body above mine was enough for the orgasm train to start pulling out of the station again.
And I likely would’ve accomplished another one had Evander not shuddered above me. His cock jerked, and I felt the hot splash of him filling me up, one jerk at a time, until he stilled completely.
Nothing broke the silence but our gasping breaths.
I could feel his hammering heart against my back, and I wanted to hold him tight.
My hands refused to work, however, leaving me laying underneath him while he worked up enough energy to roll over. Which didn’t happen for at least two minutes.
“Goddammit,” he groaned, moving with me, rolling me over with him, keeping us connected as he did.
I gasped as cold air met my overheated skin.
“You okay?” he rumbled, smoothing his hand down the middle of my chest.
I nodded against him, feeling my hair sliding down over my face and to his chest beneath me.
And that’s about when I realized that this position wasn’t very comfortable.
Overall, Evander was a hard guy. He had muscles on top of muscles, and although they were beautiful to look at, they weren’t all that comfortable to lay on.
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