I reach down and grab his hair, pulling him closer until I can only see the top of his head because his face is completely buried in my pussy. He doesn't protest. If anything, he seems to love it, his tongue moving faster, more desperately.
"Don't stop," I beg, my voice high and breathless. "Please don't stop—"
He doesn't. His tongue finds my clit and starts twirling around it, and I nearly sob from how good it feels. I've always had some self-esteem issues about my clit. It's too prominent, too swollen, and more than one guy has made comments that made me feel like there was something wrong with me.
But Rhett doesn't hesitate. Doesn't complain. He's diving in like it's exactly what he wants, making sure I'm more than satisfied. His tongue circles and flicks and sucks, and I'm falling apart beneath him.
When I cum, I cum hard.
My eyes roll back, my legs wrap around his neck, and I cross them at the ankles, tightening around his head. The orgasmcrashes through me in waves, and I'm vaguely aware that I'm probably crushing him, that he might not be able to breathe—
Rhett scoops me up from the couch, breaking the lock of my legs, and I realize he was actually struggling for air.
"Oh my god," I gasp, my face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"
He chuckles, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His face is glistening with my wetness, and instead of looking annoyed, he looks smug as hell. "Don't apologize. That's a sign you enjoyed it."
"I loved it," I admit, still trembling from the aftershocks. "But now I want you to continue. I want your cock inside me."
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide with lust. "Say that again."
"I want your cock," I repeat, my voice steadier now. "Please, Rhett. Fuck me."
He places me back on the couch, and I watch as his hands go to his belt. He unbuckles it and tosses it aside, the leather hitting the floor with a soft thud. I lean forward, impatient, and grab his waistband. I pull his pants down, so focused on getting them off that I don't realize I'm pulling both his jeans and briefs down at the same time.
Suddenly he's fully naked, and his cock is right there in front of my face.
It's big. Thick. Already rock-hard. It bounces slightly as it's freed from his clothes, and then it's actually brushing against my cheek.
I turn my face toward it, pressing my cheek against the hot, velvety skin just to feel how hard it is. Like a fucking rock. Solid and throbbing and perfect.
I wrap my hand around the base and stroke it a few times, looking up at Rhett as I do. His jaw clenches, his hands fisting at his sides as he tries to maintain control.
"Fuck, Claire," he grunts. "You keep doing that and this is going to be over before it starts."
I give him one more slow stroke, then release him. "Then you'd better fuck me now."
"Get on all fours," he says, his voice rough with command. "On the couch. Face down, ass up."
I scramble to obey, turning around and positioning myself exactly how he wants me. Face pressed into the cushion, ass raised high in the air. I even shake my hips a little, teasing him, showing off.
His hands land on my hips immediately, gripping tight. I feel the head of his cock rubbing against my pussy, sliding through my wetness, and I look back at him with half-lidded eyes.
"Please," I whisper.
He leans down, his mouth close to my ear. "Your wish is my command."
I love hearing those words. *Your wish is my command.*
And although he's in absolute control right now, positioned behind me, his hands gripping my hips, able to do whatever he wants, I still feel cherished. Safe. Like this isn't just about him taking what he needs, but about us giving each other something we've both been starving for.
He guides his cock inside me, and I gasp. "Fucking hell—"
I've never had a cock this big inside me. Never felt this stuffed, this full, this completely overwhelmed in the best possible way. He starts slowly, his hands tightening on my hips as he thrustsforward, letting me adjust to his size. But it doesn't take long before his pace hastens, before he's slamming his cock inside me, his thighs slapping against my ass cheeks with each thrust.
"Harder," I beg, pushing back against him. "Please, harder—"
He gives me harder. The whole couch creaks beneath us like it's about to break, the sound mixing with my moans and his grunts. But it never does break. It holds as Rhett fucks me relentlessly, his cock driving into me over and over.
