Before I can lie on my back his palm cracks against my ass cheek. The sting of pain from his handprint slightly hurts but it also makes my pussy wet. Still, I look over my shoulder with my mouth hanging open.
He winks at me. "Can't taunt that ass in front of me and not expect anything."
I raise a brow. "Are you saying you're an ass man, Oak?"
He smirks at that. "I'm saying I'm a Grace man. Your tits, your ass, those fucking lips. Everything about you gets me going, baby." He then fists his cock in what looks like a painful grip but I only see pleasure coating his face. "Can't you see that?"
I lick my lips. "Yeah, I can see that."
"Yeah, and you're about to feel it, too. You ready for that baby? You think you can handle my cock?"
It's a challenge if I ever heard one and I'm not one to lose. "I can handle it," I say confidently.He doesn't say anything but he doesn't have to. Not with that look in his eyes and his tongue gliding across his lips.
I've always said Oak is the embodiment of sex and this right here fucking proves it.
Wasting no time he sheaths the condom over his cock and finds himself above me. He aligns our hips and I can feel him against my pussy.
And thanks to our massive height difference my face is basically planted at his chest. I'm not kidding.
At least this close I can see all his tattoos. And they're as beautiful as they are raw. All pieces of him. An antique compass that lies right above his heart with cursive script around it. On his right pectoral an angel's wing that has been broken and tainted with blood.
So many tattoos to explore.
When he slips the tip of his cock inside me my eyes meet his. He's already staring down at me and it's a look I can't quite place. One that's trying to figure me out yet so god damned happy that I'm his.
I reach my hand up and cup his scruffy jaw. He turns his head to press a kiss on my palm.
My heart squeezes.
He then works his way inside me inch by delicious inch.
It's almost torture at how slow he is going, but at the same time I know I wouldn't be able to handle him just thrusting inside at one go.
I can feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him but it still feels tight despite how wet I am. Even though it feels a slight bit uncomfortable I can't begin to describe how amazing it feels, too.
"Grace," he groans out my name as he's buried all the way inside.“Do you feel it, baby? Do you feel how your tight pussy is stretching around my cock?”
And yeah I fucking feel it in places I have never felt before.
He gives me a moment to adjust to him and I am so thankful for it.
Although I still feel a bit tight, I can't just lie here any longer. I need to move and I need to feel him.
I move my hips in circles and he groans loudly.
He sounds so fucking hot.
"Move, Oak," I tell him on a whimper.
His eyes flash down at mine. "You sure?"
I squeeze his ass in my hands. "I'm sure."
And then he starts to move.
He slowly pulls back until he's practically out and then thrusts back inside at a slow pace. He does this a couple of times. Slowly thrusting, adjusting me to the size of him and making sure I'm comfortable.
While it's still a tight fit I'm ready to be throughly fucked.
