“You need gentle. We can stop…”
“Over my dead body.” I pushed his hand away with my good hand and fisted his cock.
His breathing halted in his lungs.
While he was distracted, I set his cock head at my entrance and held him there as I took his cock inside of me.
One slow, debilitating inch at a time.
Because he was, indeed, very big.
Definite big cock category.
“Slow,” he urged me when I kept trying to make him fit. “Come up, get my cock coated in your juices.”
I did as instructed, coming up just high enough to get him coated, before sliding back down.
I got a little more this time and repeated the process, over and over again, until he was fully sheathed inside of me.
At least, I thought he was fully inside me.
“You can take more, can’t you, baby?” he crooned into my ear.
“You mean I don’t have all of you inside of me yet?” I gasped.
I felt full.
Too full.
“Nope,” he breathed. “Come back up and sit back down.”
I did, going back up and coming back down.
Just the slide of him along those deepest, darkest places inside of me felt like I never wanted to let him leave me.
“Thatta girl,” he growled into my ear. “Keep doing that. Come on, you can take more, sweet girl.”
I licked my lips as I followed his every instruction.
And he was right.
I could take more.
And more.
And more.
“That’s it,” he breathed, skimming his lips along my jaw. “You have all of me now.”
I did.
My ass was resting on his thighs.
My pussy was full to bursting.
And when I looked down at where we were joined, I felt like we looked obscene.
I was stretched full to bursting, and it looked it.
