She stepped away and straightened, then turned to face him.“I don’t want to come empty again.”
“So fucking hot,” he repeated and stood.He kissed her, deep and wet, then raised his head to flash that wicked grin.“Give me the condom and get on the bed.”
She slapped it into his outstretched hand and scooted around him to climb onto the bed.She lay back, arranging herself on the pillows, then looked up when she heard the tearing of foil.
And her eyes went bug-wide.
He was standing beside the bed, rolling on the condom, and his dick was— “Oh, my God.”
“What?”he asked.
“Please tell me that Knox is not that thick,” she said hoarsely.“Or this whole anal thing is off the table.”
He looked down at his dick, then back at her, eyes laughing.“He’s not this thick.”
She closed her eyes in relief.“Thank God.”
“But he’s not exactly skinny.”
Her eyes popped open.“Define ‘not exactly’.”
He finished rolling on the condom and climbed onto the bed.“You’ll see.Got any lube?”
She looked down at the flood of moisture between her thighs, then back up at him.“Do you really think you need any?”
There was that wicked grin again.“Probably not, but I like to be prepared.”
“Night stand drawer,” she told him.
He reached over, yanked open the drawer, and pulled out her lube.He eyed the label, nodded approvingly, and squirted some into his palm.Stroking it over the condom, he knee-walked around until he was between her legs.“Ready?”
“God, yes.But go slow, okay?”
“As slow as you need,” he promised and winked.“After all, it’s your first DP.”
She laughed herself breathless, a sound that abruptly cut off when his cock pressed that first inch into her pussy.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured.“You can take me.”
She wasn’t sure.He felt huge inside her, and with the presence of the plug, the pressure was enormous.But once the first panicked shock had passed, there was also pleasure.
A lot of pleasure.Her asshole was pulsing around the plug, echoing the wild throb of her clit, and the stretch of her pussy around him was a mad thrill.It wasn’t altogether comfortable, but God, it was hot.
“How we doing, sweetheart?”he murmured.
“I’m good,” she gasped, not sure if it was true but not wanting to wait any longer.She reached up to grab the rungs on her headboard, thanking past-Chloe for having the foresight to buy a bed with handles.“You can go further.”
“Stop me if you need to,” he said and pushed ahead.
Oh God, ohGod,it was too much.Too much and not enough and she was going to come apart before he even got all the way inside her.She felt sofull, like her body couldn’t possibly hold this much, take this much, so how did it feel so good?
Because it did.Despite the discomfort and the insane pressure and the feeling like a piece of meat on a skewer, it felt so goddamn good.Her clit was pulsing, her pussy throbbing around him—even her asshole felt good, like if someone tugged on that plug a few times she could come just from that, and if someone had told her that was possible even five minutes ago she would have told them to go sober up.
And it went on and on, there was so much of him, so much dick tunneling into her, she would have sworn he hadn’t had this much dick when they’d started, and it was on the tip of her tongue to ask him where he’d gotten all that extra dick when she felt his balls nestle up against her and realized he was all the way inside her.
“Oh, thank God,” she moaned.
“Whatcha thankin’ God for, baby?”he asked, and she opened her eyes.
