The rigid cock that juts from his lower belly is thicker than any I’ve ever seen.
Neither of the monsters that have had their way with me have had his girth.
His mushroomed purple head still glistens with a heavy bead of cum.
It’s allure makes my belly tight. Before I know it, I’m on all fours crawling to him, the urge to taste him silencing all logic.
Why can’t I stop myself? When my lips close over the throbbing tip, and my tongue flicks over his leaking slit, I can feel my pussy tighten with another wave of heat.
“Did you just, um, get off?” His sharp inhale should answer him.
“Mmhmm.” My throat hums around him as I struggle to take him deeper than the hefty ridge.
Gagging, I have to pull away to breathe.
But the flavor of him lingers, a potent aphrodisiac that has me panting like a morphine high.
Gravel husks his words. “I’ll fill you up one way or another.” His iron grip lifts me easily by my upper arms until our faces level.
Desperate for him, I dig at his waist with my heels until my legs circle his hips.
This manic hunger rages through me, a violent black void that is frenzied to be filled.
But as I settle lower, panic floods me at his impossible size.
He presses the engorged tip into the hollow at the apex of my thighs, letting gravity lower me.
“Shit,” I hiss, suffocating the sound of discomfort. Old habits die hard.
Stretching.
Sharp pain erupts as his size spears me.
Tears me.
The weight of my body forces him deeper until I feel as if he’s ripping me in two.
But the bite wanes soon after, healing the wounds even as his pelvis begins to rock.
Ache transforms into pleasure with every stroke.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to take me. I should have known better.” He lowers us to the mattress, changing the angle of his thrusts. “You were made for me.”
His large palms raise my knees, spreading my thighs wider so he can sink into me.
“My pussy’s starving for you,” I gasp as his rapidly pistoning cock hammers against the blossom of my womb. “Fill me.” Ineedhim.
Years of being so close to him, his scent always lingering.
Seeping into me.
He’s infiltrated me, making my body rebel against my brain.
I just want this one moment. This singular memory to burn into my mind’s eye.
A man who wants me, not in pain, but in pure ecstasy.
I need him to rewrite me. Rip out the flawed urges and make them whole.
