“Are you sure?” he asks, pulling back to look me in the eyes.
I nod. “I have to have it.”
“Is this your first time?”
I shake my head. “But you’re the biggest.”
The way his smile slowly grows and widens, his teeth almost predatory. “I shouldn’t like that as much as I do, but…I love hearing that. I promise not to hurt you though. I’ll go slow.”
“Only at the beginning,” I say, ready to beg.
He kisses my lips and then the tip of my nose. “Okay. Only at the beginning.”
I tighten my legs around him, and we kiss for a few more moments, unwilling to pull away from each other.
“I’ve got a condom in my wallet.”
“Lube in the nightstand,” I reply breathlessly.
He opens the drawer and chuckles, pulling out my prostate stimulator.
“I see we know how to enjoy ourselves.”
“Thought of you when I used it last night.”
He groans as he grabs the condom from his wallet. “Don’t torture me like that, baby.”
“You want me to think of someone else?”
The snarl on his lips is my answer.
“Fuck, you’re so thick,” I say as he rolls the condom down his impressive length. “My little toy has nothing on you.”
His jaw clenches, and he flicks me a dark look that feels a little dangerous. I bite my lip, and his eyes follow the movement, his chest rising and falling. He pumps a bit of the lube on his fingertips, then adjusts, pushing my knees back as he examines me.
Swirling the lube around the puckered skin, he looks back at me, biting his lip. “You’re so tight and pink. Perfect.”
His words caress my skin, and I push against his fingers. I groan as he slips inside, loving the sure way he handles me. Shifting up to kiss me, he plunges in deeper, running his nose up my neck and around the shell of my ear as he adds a second finger.
“So thick,” I pant when he crooks his finger just so.
“Going to add another. Need to make sure you’re good and stretched.”
I nod and gasp as he adds the third finger. There’s a little pain to the stretch, but between his kisses and the angle of his fingers, my body gets on board pretty quickly.
“Need you inside me,” I whine.
“How badly do you need it?” he whispers, his deep voice tickling my eardrum. “Tell me.”
“Need it so bad. Please, please, I beg you. Fuck me, Junior.”
“Mm. Good boy,” he rumbles, bringing the tip of his cock to my entrance. I wrap my legs around him and push against him, gasping as the fat head of his cock breaches the tight ring of muscle.
“Too much?”
I shake my head, forcing him deeper, so fucking stretched and full of him.
“I need it. I need it so bad.”
