He swats me again, this time between my legs, catching my opening with his fingertips. And I like that movement evenmore. He slides a finger into my pussy at the same time he inserts one in my ass, and I can’t help the scream that leaves me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says through gritted teeth.
He thrusts them in and out slowly a few times, then his fingers leave me, and I look over my shoulder. Taking a deep breath, I watch as he positions himself behind me.
“It will fit,” is all he says, but I have no words. Because his is the most enormous cock I’ve attempted to take, and I’m a little afraid of how it will feel when it’s inside me.
He presses his tip to my opening and pushes in slowly until just the head is inside.Fuck, it feels good.He keeps going, circling his hips as if he’s warming me up, and soon I’m leaning back into it.
“Good girl. You’re learning, aren’t you?” he says, and I nod my head, unable to stop myself. “Now, stay just like that. Don’t move.” I instantly stop moving, as if my body wants to listen to him, and then he’s pushing in some more. He moans, and my body locks up tight.
It’s too much.
He’stoo much.
His hand snakes around to my front, where it finds my sensitive clit. He flicks it and circles it, but his hips remain motionless, his cock just resting partway inside me.
“Hurricane,” he says.
All I can do is hum brokenly in response.
“You’re going to take my cock like a good girl. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper and hate myself for falling prey to his demanding ways, but I can’t help myself.
“Tell me, do you want me to fuck this sweet pussy now?” He slaps my clit and then massages it with his fingers. “I can’t hear you.” His other hand slaps my ass, and I groan, becausewhy the fuckdo I like that?
“Yes, fuck me.”
“Good girl,” he praises, then thrusts all the way in, slow and steady, as if he knows that’s the only way I can handle it right now. He stops when he’s buried to the hilt, and my breathing is heavy and labored. I try to catch my breath, feeling like his cock is taking up all the room in my body.
“Hurricane.” He repeats my nickname.
“Yes?” I can barely get the word out as I lay my head on the back of the couch, still trying to adjust to having his massive cock in my vagina.
“You know I plan to fuck you again, right?”
“You haven’t even fucked me once yet,” I whisper back hoarsely.
He chuckles, and I think it’s the first amused sound I’ve ever heard from him. Then he’s sliding one hand under my shirt and up my back, his fingers tracing my skin.
“I can’t scare you off this early on, now can I, Hurricane?” I don’t know if it’s meant as a joke or not. But before I can reply, he starts moving, and I have to remember to breathe. It’s a lot, but once my body gets used to his size, I begin to moan. He thrusts faster and harder, while his hand finds my breast, and he pinches my nipple as he continues to fuck me.
And, God, it feels incredible.
He keeps going, in and out, and my hands clutch the couch as I feel the build-up burning inside me. I know I’ll be sore after this, but I really couldn’t care less. It feels too good. And now every time I touch my vibrator, all I’m going to think about is how he licked it and then proceeded to fuck me with his own cock. And I know no other man will measure up to him. I started immediately comparing him to my ex and quickly realized there was no comparison at all. While Noah and I had an okay sex life, he never once made me as wet as I am right now. And not once did he taste me the way Soren has.
Soren is the man I am investigating—my so-called enemy, or at least, he is supposed to be. But the only thing I’m investigating right now is how loud I can scream as he fucks me harder and relentlessly.
And trust me, my neighbors can hear me.
And Soren?
He doesn’t care, as I hear him roar just as loudly when he comes.
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SOREN
