He starts with his shirt, tearing it off to reveal a hairy and large chest. The ginger trail continues down his midsection and over his belly before disappearing in the underwear he quickly gets rid of. When his hard, thick, long penis slaps his stomach, I can’t help but gasp.
Its girth and length distract me from the fact that it’s pink. The bulging head leaking precum looks like a Bavarian sausage leaking juice. Like I do with the meat, I wonder how I am going to take that in my mouth.
“I guess everything about you is big.”
He strokes his hand up and down it, and I wonder at how it takes a full second to get from the base to the tip.
“Don’t be worried, I’ll go slow.”
“Don’t, I like it rough.”
“I can do that too.”
I wait for him to grab a condom, my legs shaking in anticipation. When he throws them over his shoulders and folds me against his chest, they are the only steady thing about me.
Him lifting my two-hundred-plus pound body makes it evident my initial thoughts about him were true. Happy that I gave in to my desires, I let him hold me up, my arms ornaments around his neck.
While his hands are gentle, his entrance is not as he slams into me, making me swear.
The pain is instant, but so is the pleasure as he continues to move, hitting every nerve of my G-spot. I feel so stretched by him that my common sense leaves my body, and for a moment, I wonder if he will loosen me permanently. Moving me and himself at the same time, the sound of us slapping against each other echoes out into the open concept apartment.
He walks while fucking me, until he has me pressed up against the wall. The pressure freeing his hands a little, he uses them and his mouth to nip and pinch my nipples.
“Yes, just like that,” I urge, telling him just how I like it.
Enjoying the praise, he continues doing as I say. He pushes in and out of me so fast and hard that I slide up and down the wall.
The sex is primal, rough, wild, and free. He grips me like I’m the only thing holding him here, as my pussy transports him to a higher place. He growls into the crook of my neck, biting every once in a while like he can mark me as his. Part of me wants him to. I want to look at my neck and know that I belong to him.
“Callahan.”
“Yes, love?”
“I’m close.”
He speeds up, granting me the pleasure I desperately need. When he holds himself inside me, it’s like he pressed the button to make me fall apart. I bolt up, my body spasming while I grip his neck like that will keep me from being in pieces. Still, I fall apart in his arms, held together only by his hands.
He starts up again, going just as rough until he shortly finishes.
I slump in his arms, and despite his heavy breathing, he holds me up.
Angling my face towards his for the first time, our lips come together. As soon as we make contact, a hunger shoots through me like the taste of him makes me crave his entire being. I kiss him hard, like I’m trying to suck his soul from his body, to add to mine. He pulls for every push I give, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
I can’t help the moan that escapes, or the one that follows it when he growls against my lips. I feel consumed by him, and I don’t want him to let me go. So when he pulls back, I have to fight to stop myself from whining.
“Again?” he asks, still inside me. My mouth falls open, but I don’t protest as he slides down my body and replaces his dick with his mouth. `
Wrapped up in his arms, his heat is making the cold hardwood floor less abrasive. I snuggle into his neck, my hand coming to rest on his stomach.
“So does this make you my girlfriend now?” He rubs his thumb up and down my arm slowly, the sensation comforting.
“Sir, this barely makes me your friend.”
“You used me.”
I sit up to see his lips parted and eyes wide. For a moment, my heart stops before he gives me a wink.
“You play too much,” I say.
