It feels like forever, literally and figuratively.
I buck against a second finger pushing inside me up to the knuckle, a delicious sensation hurtling menearer to detonation. They work together, scissoring and stretching me, curling up to hit that perfect spot. Whether he’s been celibate or not, there’s no doubt I’m in the hands of a master.
I open my mouth to tell him, but all that comes out of me is a deep groan, a cry, and a prayer.
“Want to hear a secret?”
My head is barely attached to my neck, but I nod.
“I’ve never come in my pants before, Stor, andfuck me, I nearly blacked out.”
I’m trying to concentrate on his words, but all I can focus on is the torturousin / outof his fingers, and the weight of his throbbing cock against my hip.
“Seeing you come . . .feelingyou come . . .” His thumb swipes my clit. “You’re so wet, Stor . . . so ready for me to fuck you.”
My orgasm shoots down my spine, the force ripping any solidity I have in my bones. I’m a jellied mess slumped against a chest of rock-hard muscle.
Hendricks’s breath is as jagged as mine, but I’m not anywhere near done. He’s lit the match of my fuse.
I gently release the elastic of his pajamas, and his dick frees itself.
Taking it in my hand, I understand why he was attempting to stretch me wider. He is big.Thick. I can barely fit my fingers around the circumferencethick. I’m equal parts nervous and excited about the power I hold in my hands.
When I run my thumb over the slick precum, I’m rewarded with a tight hiss of air through his teeth.
“Nice growing, Hen.”
The smile is wiped off my face, however, as my legsare ripped from under me, and in my next breath, I’m staring at the ceiling. Blue eyes and a wide grin come into focus.
“None of your smart mouth right now.” His voice is two octaves lower, like it’s been dragged over coals and barrel-smoked for six months. “I won’t last.”
He leaves my field of vision. The bed dips, and I hear the soft padding of footsteps across the bedroom floorboards. Thirty seconds later, he returns, resuming his position of kneeling between my legs. Easing up on my elbows, I spot a foil packet ripped open.
There’s something so arousing about watching a man roll on a condom, gripping himself with both strength and tenderness. When he’s done, his hands wrap around my calves, slowly rubbing along the back, behind my knees, and the sensitive spot hidden in the crook.
My skin crackles as his hands take free rein. Fingers knead my thighs, but his eyes? They never stray from the spot between my legs.
He takes hold of his dick, running the blunt end through my slit and up to my clit. It’s torturously slow, mind melding with each pressured swipe, until the tip stops and presses into my entrance.
I let out a sharp gasp and I’m squirming even before he begins his impalement, writhing against him as my body struggles to adapt to his size.
“Stay still, Story. Wriggling’s only going to make it worse,” he rasps, his jaw clenched. “I promise, I’ll fit.”
I barely manage a breath before he pushes in another inch.
“Fuuuck”––his tongue drags over his lips—“look at you taking me. So good, Stor. Such a goodgirl.”
My hips rise to meet him, adjusting, and he watches himself fill me while I watch him. He’s barely halfway in, while I’m too full to breathe.
I never thought Hendricks Burlington could get hotter. I was wrong.
The concentration on his face, nostrils flaring while he mutters “a little more . . . yes, so tight. . . good girl”, showing me he’s a band ready to snap, is so fucking hot. My body sizzles more with each inch he takes from me, until he’s finally buried inside me and I can feel his balls snug against my arse.
We fit together perfectly, like I always knew we would.
His forehead is damp when it drops to mine, resting as he catches his breath and regains control. “Fuck.Fuck. This is . . . it’s better than . . .”
He doesn’t need to finish his sentence because I know. Iknow. Better than anything either of us could have imagined.
