I bite his lip, tugging on it until he grunts. “You made such a big mess.”
His groan rumbles against my body. “I’m sorry.”
I can feel him shifting back down into a state of thrall. With me. Allowing me to hold him there, keep him suffering, suspended in lust, in a way his body obviously loves. Even if it causes him a little pain. “Maybe if you can’t fuck me without breaking the condom, you should just make a mess in my mouth, instead.”
His tortured moan echoes through the woods. “No. Please. I can’t stop thinking about how ripe your pussy is. Looks like a fresh little tulip.” He whips off his sweatshirt and throws it down on the ground beside our feet. “Lay down. Please,princess. I can’t concentrate until it’s milking me.”
My pulse is racing just thinking about his bulky weight moving between my legs, the heat of his skin against mine, how much pleasure I can give him.
How much he can give me.
It’s those thoughts that have me sinking to my knees and lying down on his triple XL sweatshirt. Panting, he unzips his pants and follows me, flattening me to the earth almost immediately, his mouth moving in a delicious assault over mine while he works down my shorts and panties, all the way to my ankles, before he brings them to his nose, breaking our kiss to inhale my scent from the cotton and spandex.
All the while he’s sucking down my aroma, he’s looking at the flesh between my legs, his shaft bobbing and jerking, a rope of come jetting across my belly.
He throws down my wadded-up shorts and reaches for his length, falling forward on top of me with a curse, guiding himself between my thighs.
“Condom!” I cry out.
“Fuck!” he’s shuddering violently, the tip of his erection pulsing, pulsing, pulsing against my breach “I want itin.Now.”
“Me too,” I whimper. “Safely.”
With an agonized roar, he looks around, searching the leafy ground for the packet. Finding it, he rips the square open with a flash of white teeth, reaching up to remove the ring of latex, shoving it down between our bodies, panting like a beast while he rolls it on.
“Good boy,” I praise him, raking my fingernails upward through his chest hair, my flesh growing sensitive as he continues to brush himself against my clit. Rubbing himself so deeply and insistently against my slit, he’s almost inside of me already, before he’s even penetrated. “Barry…”
“Yes,” he responds, raggedly.
Slowly, I slide my knees up the sides of his heaving ribcage, then drop them open. “Be gentle, baby. Remember you’re my first.”
Euphoria slackens his jaw, his head falling forward on a full-body shudder.
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes, pressing himself into me, one inch at a time.
“Oh, sweet Jesus.” He employs his hips, cramming himself into me. Occupying every inch of space while I struggle to keep my thighs open. Not to close them and push him away, because of the increased pressure. Incrediblepressure that makes me feel almost frantic. Alive to an acute degree. “There’s your little cherry, princess. Hold on tight.”
I whimper.
He pumps deep with a guttural grunt.
“Oh!” I exclaim.
A rush of sticky moisture trickles down the slopes of my buttocks.
I gasp in wonder, his mouth intercepting the noise. Kissing me deeply, so deeply, while his rigid sex stretches my tender channel. Pulsing.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.” I spear my fingers into his hair, keeping his mouth perched on top of mine while I wiggle right to left, attempting to get used to him. “I was built to take you,” I whisper, sipping at his lips. “In front. In back. In my mouth. However you want me.”
His face blankets itself with lust, and he rolls his hips. “Oh God. Oh shit, that’s tight. Virgin pussy shouldn’t take me all the way to the balls, but yours does. Just like that ass did last night. Goddamn, you precious little miracle.” He plants his hands on either side of my head and he begins to buck, his hips swinging back to front, that enormous part of him plunging in, out, in, out, erotic squishes and slaps filling the air around us. “I got a fewseconds before I bust in this slick-ass cunt. Fuck! Fuck!I can’t stop.”
He smothers me.
Wrapping his arms around my head, I get no air, only his mouth, his thrusts turning savage, the gargantuan size of his frame on top of my small one, rutting, dragging my back off the sweatshirt and into the leaves, his grunts turning to snarls in my ear. I’m being ravaged in the woods and all I can do is hold on to his shoulders, whimpering, preparing for the knot that’s tying tighter inside of me to snap.
Orgasm.
