When he shoves down his boxer briefs and I see him fully naked: thick and hard and heavy between his legs, my mouth goes dry. He's big. Really big.
He catches me staring and smirks. "Like what you see?"
"Very much." I spread my legs wider in invitation. "Come here."
He settles between my thighs, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. "Tell me if it's too much."
"It won't be." I wrap my legs around his hips. "I can take it."
He pushes in slowly, and the stretch is intense but so good.
"Fuck," he grits out. "You feel incredible. So tight and wet and perfect."
"Move," I beg. "Please move."
He starts slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, and the drag of his cock against my walls is exquisite.
"Faster," I gasp. "Harder. I'm not going to break."
"You sure about that?" But he picks up the pace, driving into me with deep, hard thrusts that have me moaning on every stroke. "Because I want to fuck you hard enough to make you forget your own name."
"Do it," I challenge. "Make me forget."
Something feral crosses his face, and then he's really fucking me—hard and fast and relentless. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, along with our combined moans and gasps.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growls. "Wanted me to fuck you like this?"
"Yes! Don't stop!"
He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, changing the angle, and I see stars. He's so deep like this, hitting spots inside me I didn't know existed.
"Touch yourself," he commands. "Play with your clit while I fuck you."
I slide my hand between us and circle my clit, and the added stimulation has me spiraling fast.
"That's it. Make yourself come on my cock. Want to feel you squeeze me."
His words combined with the relentless pace push me over the edge. I come with a scream, clenching hard around him, and he curses and fucks me through it.
"My turn," he growls, and then he's pulling out and flipping me onto my stomach. "On your knees."
I scramble into position, and he enters me from behind in one hard thrust. This angle is even deeper, and I cry out at the intensity.
"That's my good girl," he murmurs, one hand gripping my hip while the other presses between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest down to the mattress. "Taking me so well."
He fucks me hard and fast, the new angle letting him go even deeper. I'm boneless, overwhelmed with sensation, and when his hand slides around to rub my clit, I can't believe I have another orgasm in me.
But I do. It builds fast and breaks over me like a tsunami, and I'm sobbing into the pillow as I come.
He follows seconds later with a harsh groan, his hips stuttering as he spills inside me. He stays buried deep for a long moment, both of us trembling and breathing hard.
Finally, he pulls out gently and collapses beside me, immediately pulling me into his arms.
"Holy fuck," I manage.
His laugh is breathless. He presses a kiss to my temple. "You okay? I wasn't too rough?"
"You were perfect." I curl into his side. "I'm definitely going to feel you tomorrow, though."
