by Opal Carew
He gazed up at her with a smile. “You taste delightful.”
Then he ran his thumbs over the nest of pink petals that hid her clit. He parted them, then stared at the tiny bud. She quivered in anticipation, and when his tongue finally lapped over it, she moaned. The sensation was exquisite.
He licked several times, then she felt his fingers glide along her slit. Then two slid inside her.
“Oh, yes!” She arched, driving his fingers deeper.
He chuckled against her flesh, then sucked her small bud.
Intense pleasure bombarded her, and she threw her head back on the pillow. Her body arched and undulated like a bucking bronco, but instead of being cast off, his mouth pressed more firmly against her and his fingers began to thrust.
She stroked his head, her fingers gliding over his short hair, feeling the warmth of his scalp beneath her fingertips. Pleasure pulsed through her … building … expanding …
His fingers thrust deep, then stroked back along her passage, then thrust deep again.
God, she wanted his cock deep inside her.
His tongue pulsed on her clit, then he suckled again.
“Oh, yes,” she cried, her voice hoarse and full of need.
His mouth slipped from her, leaving her flesh exposed to the cool air.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
His mouth covered her with heat again. He nudged her flesh with his tongue, and explosive pleasure bombarded her. When he thrust his fingers into her as he sucked on her nub, she lost all control. An orgasm blasted through her, rocketing her straight to ecstasy.
Her hands tightened around his head, his silky hair against her palms heightening the pleasure. His fingers plunged deeper, and she rode the wave, the orgasm going on forever.
Her voice cracked as her wail filled the room in a long, continuous stream of sound. She sucked in air, but he didn’t let up, driving her pleasure on and on.
Finally, she fell back on the bed, spent.
He lifted his head, watching her as she lay there panting.
“I want you inside me,” she said, surprised at the intense need in her hoarse, pleading words.
“Are you sure? You might not be ready.”
She held out her arms. “I want you. Please.”
He smiled. “Well, since you said ‘please.’”
He prowled over her, and she couldn’t help watching his humongous cock bobbing as he moved. He pressed it to her slick flesh, the head hot and hard against her. But instead of pressing into her, he glided his cock along her slit, glazing the head with her moisture. And driving her already intense need higher.
Then he pressed against her and she stretched around him. And stretched more as he pushed a little deeper.
Then stretched some more.
Then he stopped.
“Is it inside yet?”
“Not even close.”
She bit her lip.
“We should stop.”
She grabbed his arm. “No. Keep going.”
He pushed forward a bit more. It was painful, like her first time. But she was determined.
“More,” she insisted.
Chapter 5
Rex couldn’t believe her tenacity. Most women were ready to quit long before this, especially after he’d given them their own release. This woman clearly loved a challenge, and would see it through.
Life was so strange. Having a large cock was generally considered a desirable thing. Even having a monster cock like his was considered a positive trait. Most men wanted what he had. Most women expressed excitement at the thought of being filled by one.
But in reality, it was a challenge. Once they saw the thing, most women backed off.
He’d found it had come to define his personality in many ways. One way was that he’d learned to hide who he was. Even if something about him seemed positive, he wouldn’t easily reveal it.
But even when he’d revealed his abnormally large girth to this wonderful woman, she’d done everything she could to reassure him.
And she still wanted him. She’d practically begged him to fuck her.
But he didn’t want to hurt her.
He nodded, watching her face for signs of distress as he pressed deeper. The feel of her hot opening surrounding the tip of his cockhead was intense, driving his need to an excruciating level. He pushed deeper still, luxuriating in the delightful feel of her.
But even through his haze of desire, he realized her expression reflected pain, and he forced himself to pull back.
“No, don’t stop.”
He slumped beside her on the bed.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You aren’t.”
He shot her a sharp stare, and her bravado wilted.
“Okay, it hurt a little, but it’s okay.” She stroked her hand down his stomach, then wrapped her fingers around his cock as best she could. “I want you inside me. I can take it.”
“You don’t understand. I don’t want you to ‘take it,’ as if it’s some ordeal. I know you mean well, but I want to make you feel good. To give you pleasure, not pain.”
She arched her leg over him, her knees now on either side of his thighs. Then her lips brushed the tip of his aching cock in a light kiss.
“And I know it will.” She smiled. “You will.”
Then she pressed his cockhead to her slick opening and pushed downward. The head glided inside a little, and she stopped. She drew in a deep breath, then pushed down again.
Her opening surrounded his corona, embracing it in warmth. She kept going, past the widest part, her face a study in control as she hid the pain he knew she must be feeling.
Then his tip was all the way inside her, her warm, moist body a delightful cocoon around him.
She stopped and took a breath.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She smiled brightly. “Better than all right.”
Then she glided downward, taking him even deeper.
“This takes some getting used to, but”—she grinned—“I know it will be worth it.”
She stopped, then reversed direction, sliding to his tip. He ached at the sense of loss thrumming through him. Then she slowly eased down, swallowing his cockhead in her warmth again. He groaned his approval.
She moved up and down, slowly and purposefully, taking him a little deeper each time.
She drew in a deep breath and leaned forward to brush her lips over his chin in light kisses, his bristles probably rasping her skin. Then she sighed and rested her head against his shoulder.
It was then he realized he was all the way inside her. Her body cradling him in her warmth.
His cock twitched, and she groaned.
“Did I hurt you?”
She stroked her hand along his whisker-roughened jaw.
“I won’t lie to you. It’s on the edge. But if you dare suggest we stop, I will make you regret it.”
He laughed at her teasing threat. “And how would you do that?”
He felt her squeeze around him, and he groaned. And so did she.
Rebecca couldn’t believe she’d gotten the whole thing inside her. She was stretched beyond her wildest imagination, and it did hurt, but oh, it was so worth it. Because when he’d twitched inside her, a delightful flash of pleasure had blazed through her.
And this was just the beginning. Her body might need to adapt to his size, but she was sure that once it did, the payoff would be enormous.
Enormous.
She giggled at her own thought. God, she was getting giddy.
She nuzzled his neck, then pushed herself up. The simple movement of gliding up his length sent tingling pleasure through her. She squeezed him again, loving his groan of pleasure. And the pain was fading.
Once more she drew her body up, gliding along the hard rod, up and up, until his cockhead was at her opening. Then she slid down again. His thick corona stroked her passage, and though it was sensitive, the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort.
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She leaned forward and kissed him. Before she could move away, he cupped her head and deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding deep inside her mouth, then swirling. When he released her, his molten blue gaze locked on hers.
“You are amazing.”
The intensity of those eyes unsettled her, but she smiled. “That coming from the man with the totally amazing cock.”
Her world spun as he rolled her over. His body now poised above her, his cock embedded deep inside her. His expression was intense.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I’ll go slow. If you want me to stop, you tell me and I’ll do it. Understand?”
She stroked his cheek. A tear almost fell from her eyes at the heartrending need in his voice. And she knew he would stop if she said. Even if it was past the point where most men could stand it. She knew it from the way he’d behaved so far, putting her needs ahead of his own, and from the strength of will glowing in his eyes.
If she said stop … he would. No matter what.
So she opened to him, widening her legs in invitation.
“I do.” She smiled. “Now please, will you get on with it?”
He laughed, his eyes alight with joy, then drew back. Slowly, as he’d promised.
Discomfort became a forgotten memory as his cockhead dragged along her flesh. Delight quivered through her, from top to toe. And every intimate place in between.
Then he glided forward, his thick shaft pushing all the way inside her.
“Oh, yes.”
He smiled. “You like that?”
“Yes. So much.”
Her words, so relaxed and full of pleasure, urged him on. He drew back, then surged forward in a fluid stroke. Pleasure spiraled through her, making her dizzy with need.
“Faster,” she murmured, knowing she was ready.
He glided in and out, increasing speed infinitesimally with each stroke.
Her head spun at the sheer joy of his body filling her. Again and again. She grasped his shoulders, squeezing them.
“Oh, it feels so good.”
He groaned. Now his thrusts were fast, and incredibly deep, driving her pleasure to new heights.
She gripped the posts of the headboard as her body catapulted past the edge of sanity. An explosion of joy severed her hold on the here and now, and she cried out. Then wailed as ecstasy shattered all barriers around her until she soared free on the waves of the greatest bliss she’d ever known.
He pulsed deep and groaned. The heat of his seed erupting inside her sent her over the edge again. She arched against him as she moaned loud and long.
When she finally collapsed on the bed, he buried his face in her hair, breathing in deeply. Then he nuzzled her neck.
His big cock was still buried deep inside her, and she wondered how she’d ever felt it was anything but perfect inside her.
Rebecca lay in his arms, wide awake. She knew she should get some sleep, that she’d be tired in the morning, but she wanted to enjoy every moment with this phenomenal man.
His body felt so good wrapped around her. His arms holding her close. His leg over hers possessively. She turned her head and gazed at his sleeping face lying beside hers on the pillow. The moonlight silhouetted every feature. His strong, square jaw, shadowed even darker by stubble. His full lips, which had been so firm and sure on hers, and that had so thoroughly pleasured her … everywhere.
She brushed a fingertip lightly over his thick, dark eyebrow, then over his eyelid and across his temple, remembering the bold blue of his eyes … and how they’d gazed at her with desire.
“Still awake?”
His words startled her. She had barely touched his skin, trying to be careful not to wake him.
His eyelids opened, and he smiled.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said.
He chuckled. “Being woken by a naked woman in my arms is not a bad thing.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, tightening his arms around her. “The fact that you’re not asleep—is that because I didn’t tire you out enough? Because if that’s the case …”
She laughed and rolled toward him, then found his mouth with hers. Their lips merged and she glided her arms around him, holding him tight.
His tongue swept into her possessively, swirling in her mouth until she clung helplessly to him, simply along for the ride. He plunged deep, then drew her tongue back with him until it was inside him. As he softly suckled, she moaned in delight.
Finally, he released her lips, the fiery kiss, leaving her gasping for breath.
“I want to see you again,” he said, his cerulean blue eyes dark and determined. “When we get to Minneapolis, you need a little time, and so do I, but I want to continue what we’ve started here. Do you agree?”
Agree to keep seeing the sexiest, most explosively virile man she’d ever met? Who was also generous and considerate and genuinely seemed to care about her feelings?
She rested her fingers on his cheek and glided them over the rough stubble, gazing deep into blue eyes dusted with golden starlight.
She nodded. “I’d like that.”
He smiled, then captured her lips again. But when he drew back, his smile was gone.
“There’s something I need to tell you before we start any kind of relationship.”
Her stomach tightened. He’d already had one shocking, albeit delightful, surprise for her.
“What is it?”
He stroked her cheek. “It’s about my personality. What I like. What I need. In bed.”
She ran her hand over his chest. “Well, so far, I like that you seemed to need me.” Her hand stroked down and, miscalculating, brushed the tip of his cock. Would she ever get used to how long it was?
“And it seems you need me again.”
He leaned her back, his eyes blazing. “You are so right. I want to be inside you so badly I could die.” His gaze moved over her face, as if trying to memorize every detail. “Even though I just had you less than an hour ago.”
He stroked her hair back from her forehead and she lifted her face, wanting his lips on hers.
“But I have to tell you that I like to be in control.”
“What do you mean? Like in bed? You want to dominate me?”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
“But when we did it earlier … when you made love to me … it wasn’t like that.”
“I’ve just met you. And there was that other issue to deal with.”
She grinned as she squeezed his erection. “You mean your enormous package? But that ‘issue’ turned out to be quite manageable … and delightful.”
“Yes, but a Dominant-submissive relationship requires trust. It’s something we’d build over time.” His gaze—focused and laser-sharp—remained fixed on her. “You don’t have to decide now, but I wanted to let you know, hoping it’s something you might be open to.”
“I don’t know what it would be like,” she admitted. “I’ve seen it in movies, but I’ve never experienced it really.”
One of her boyfriends had suggested they give it a try once, to spice things up in the bedroom, but it had felt a bit silly, with the furry handcuffs and him telling her what to do. Yet somehow she knew that with this man, it would be quite different.
And suddenly, the thought of him commanding her … of him taking total control of
her … set her blood on fire. She wanted to know what it would be like.
She curled her hand around his neck, the short hair at the base of his skull like velvet against her fingertips.
She leaned close and ran her teeth along the stubble on his chin.
“But I would love you to show me,” she said in a deep, seductive voice.
“Really?” His eyes glowed as a smile curled his lips. Then his arms came around her, tight and unyielding like iron bands as his mouth swooped down on hers, capturing them firmly, pressing her into the pillow as his tongue plundered her mouth
Her heart pounded at his sensual onslaught, then sh
e felt herself plucked from the bed and lifted until they were standing, their mouths and bodies locked together. His hand glided down to the small of her back, pulling her pelvis tight against his.
She sucked in a breath at the feel of his swollen cock against her stomach. Impossibly thick. Hard. Pulsing.
She felt faint with need.
One hand held her firm against him as his other glided up her back, then curled behind her neck. His mouth parted from hers, and their gazes locked. With his hand around her neck, she couldn’t have moved away if she’d wanted to. But she didn’t want to. His deep blue eyes held an authoritative, mysterious quality she hadn’t seen before.
“I will tell you to do something and you will do it without question. We’ll talk later about safe words and limits, and I’ll get to know your likes and dislikes. And where you draw the line. But now, tonight, I want you to trust me. Can you do that?”
She’d already trusted him much more than she’d have ever imagined possible. She never thought she’d spend the night with a complete stranger. Being in a hotel room alone with him. But her instincts had been sound, she was sure.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now suck my cock.”
The blatant words, uttered boldly and with absolute authority, rocked her. Not that they were so shocking, but … the way her body reacted. Heating. Her vagina pulsing in a spasm, longing for his big member inside her.
“And when I give you a command, you say, ‘Yes, Master.’”
Oh, God, could she really do that?
She dropped to her knees and stared at the huge erection in front of her.
She quivered. How could she not?
It was glorious. The large, plum-sized head. The thick column, tipping slightly to the left, smooth and delightfully soft. Engorged and pulsing with need. Pointing straight to the ceiling. She wrapped her hands around it, unable to get her fingers all the way around.
She gazed up at him, locking on his simmering blue eyes, as she drew his cock downward, then dragged her tongue over the tip. A salty drop quivered on the tip of her tongue and she slipped it into her mouth. His eyes darkened even more.
Then she pressed her lips to his cockhead and glided over it, stretching wider and wider. It was a challenge, but she opened wide enough to take most of the huge corona into her mouth. She kept pushing herself, until finally she was past the widest part. He murmured softly as her lips curled under the crown, then continued along his shaft.
