He pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough, and then he’s there, heavy and thick, the sight alone making my mouth go dry. I drag my nails down his chest, greedy for the feel of him, the heat of his skin under my fingers.
“Jesus,” I whisper. “You’re…”
He smirks, fingers sliding up my thigh. He grips his cock and slides his hand down slowly, dragging his fingers over the tip to gather the precum and moans. “Say it.”
“Big,” I blurt, cheeks going hot. “You’re… really big.”
His laugh is positively sinful. “And you’re really wet.” He steps forward, dragging himself through my wetness.
“Ohhh shiiit.” I reach down and hold him, dragging the tip of his cock over my clit.
“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna have me blow before I even get inside of you,” he says against my leg that’s flung over his shoulder. He pushes his hips forward slightly this time, his cock inching inside me. My toes curl. I plant my other foot on the counter and my hips lift slightly, trying to get him to give me more.
“Sorry I just need?—”
“You need what, Hailey?” He grabs both of my ankles and holds them up straight as he steps forward another inch, then back out.
“Oh, yes—no!” I reach down again, trying to force him inside me, but he clicks his tongue and steps back again.
“Not until you tell me what you need.”
“Your cock! I need your cock. Just fuck me, please!” I’m so desperate it’s pathetic and I don’t even care that I’m lying half-naked on my own counter, begging a man for his cock. “You’re forgiven okay. Just fuck me, please.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” he says on a long, low groan as he slides deeper than he’s been yet. I wince slightly, my body still struggling to accept his size. “I got you,” he pulls out, then back in again. “I won’t give you more than you can handle. Just tell me to stop and I will.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” I try to glare at him but my mouth is hanging open, my eyes half-rolled back in my head as he looks down at me with a sly grin.
“You’re angry when you get fucked.”
“Only when I’m being toyed with.”
“Baby, I just made you flood my face and your kitchen counter. I’ve earned the right to toy with you.” He grips my ankles even tighter, his thrusts starting to hit deeper with each stroke… and then he pushes all the way in.
Slow. Deep. Stretching me until every nerve feels electric. My heels are at my ears, his body hovering over mine. I grab his shoulders, fingers digging in. He hisses a curse against my neck.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, unable to tell if I’m begging him to move or to give me another second. My head falls back, my hair sticking to my damp neck. “You feel, so big—so good.”
He groans, pressing deeper until he’s buried to the hilt. “You have no idea.”
For a heartbeat, we just stay like this, just breathing, both of us trembling, staring at each other like we’re both about to fall apart. Then he starts to move.
It’s a slow, punishing rhythm that turns quickly into something filthy and desperate. The sound of skin against skin echoes off my kitchen walls, mixing with my moans and his rough exhale every time he thrusts into me. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, guiding me exactly where he wants me.
“Look at me,” he barks, his voice sharp.
I open my eyes, and the sight of him almost undoes me. A vein bulges down his thick neck. His eyes are heavy-lidded, his jaw slack, his chest flexing like he’s holding back from really losing control. He’s watching himself fuck me.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Right there. You feel me? You feel how deep I am in your pussy?”
I nod frantically, fingers tangling in his hair, dragging his mouth back to mine. The kiss is messy and needy, our moans swallowed between us. I meet his thrusts, the counter creaking beneath us, my entire body arching toward him like I’ve been waiting my whole life for a man to lose control on me like this.
He shifts his angle, and the next thrust hits something inside me that makes me cry out.
“Oh my God!” My body goes stiff, my toes curled so tight I’m positive they’re going to cramp. “Right there, oh God, don’t stop?—”
“I’m not fucking stopping,” he grits out, grabbing one of my legs and hooking it over his arm, giving him more room to move. “You’re gonna take it, baby. You’re gonna come on my cock just like you did on my tongue.”
My vision blurs. Everything dissolves around me except the filthy things he’s whispering against my mouth. His hand slides up, fingers wrapping gently around my throat, pressure just enough to make my breath hitch.
