“Travis…” I whisper, hands roaming over his back tentatively, nails grazing the hard ridges of his muscles.
He notches his blunt tip between my legs, rubbing through the slick folds, and I groan. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“You.” I don’t hesitate. “I want you. Inside me. Please.”
“Fuck yeah, you do.” He pushes in slow, so slow, stretching me open with his girth inch by inch. I gasp and clutch his shoulders, my heels pressing into the bed, searching for purchase. “Breathe, Maisey.” His words are clipped, only barely controlled, like he’s trying to keep himself in check.
I work hard to relax my body enough to take all of him; the pressure of him filling me up feels both impossible and incredible.
He pauses, stopping to kiss my neck and make me groan in a different way. The sensitive spot under my ear sends ripples of fire to my pussy, and when he pinches my nipple, I cry out with the overload of sensation.
“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “First real cock this pussy has ever had. The only one that matters. Mine.”
The possessiveness in his words sends me into a pleasure spiral; even though my brain knows none of this is real, my body doesn’t. And I’m more than happy with that.
I nod, panting and ready for more.
I lift my hips in an invitation. “More,” I say. “Don’t stop.”
With a growl, he thrusts forward, sinking deep.Sodeep, he bottoms out, filling me completely and pushing all the air from my lungs.
I fight for breath and to let my body adjust to the fullness of him owning me in this way. After what feels like forever, I relax into the moment, and a low, guttural moan slips from my lips.
“Goddamn, Maisey. You feel so fucking good, squeezing my cock like this.” He moves, slow at first, giving me a chance to adjust to him. With each thrust, I cry out, but soon my body is demanding more.
“Holy shit,” I breathe. “I’ve never…I need…” I rock my hips up, desperately trying to chase the feeling that’s building low in my belly again.
He rears up, hooking my knees over his elbows, giving him a different, much deeper angle. He keeps his thrusts slow and controlled, stoking a fire deep inside me. I didn’t know it was possible to feel any more possessed and claimed than I already did.
“You need more?”
I can do little more than moan.
“You ready to come for me again?”
Once more, I moan.
“Mm-hmm.” He captures my lips in a hungry kiss. “That’s what I thought.”
And then he’s moving, thrusting hard and fast, pounding into a magical spot inside me that instantly has me seeing stars. Sweat slicks us, the bed bouncing with every thrust.
“I’m going to make you scream for me, wifey. Scream out my name when you come on your husband’s big, fat cock.”
His dirty words almost make me come on the spot. But when his thumb finds my clit, circling and pressing the sensitive nub, the pressure builds in a flash. My second orgasm hits like lightning. My pussy walls clamp down on his massive length, my vision blurring as I shatter around him, but he never stops thrusting. I can’t stop myself from crying out my release.
“Fuck yes. Milk it, sweetheart.” I’m still trembling as he pulls out, flipping me effortlessly onto my stomach and yanking my hips up high. “Just like that, beautiful,” he says. “We’re not done yet.”
He kneels behind me, that massive tip teasing me again before slamming deep inside with one thrust, stretching me even fuller from this angle. I yelp and clutch at the sheets to keep hold before instinctively pushing back into him.
I’ve never done this before. Every part of this is new, amazing, and completely overwhelming.
He has my hips in a bruising grip now, pounding into me relentlessly. Each thrust is deeper and harder than the last, making the headboard bang against the wall.
“Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart. Like my cock was made for your pussy.” His hand slides around, finding my clit. I cry out from the touch, already so sensitive I don’t know how much more I can take. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
He rubs my clit in tight circles while he fucks me, his massive cock dragging across every ridge inside me. I’m moaning nonstop, completely lost in the overwhelm of sensations that are flooding all my senses.
“It’s too much,” I moan. “I can’t…I…”
