I shake my head.
“How do you expect to fit me then, darling? Or do you want to feel yourself stretch around my dick? Didn’t you say you can’t get off without pain mixed with the pleasure?”
My confessions from that night in my bedroom flood back. The panic is there, sizzling in my gut, but with his mouthcolliding with mine again, it melts away. Preston may live a more dangerous lifestyle than Xander, but I feel safer with him.
I trust him.
My oncoming orgasm builds and swirls behind my hips as our fingers start to submerge me in the euphoria. A bead of sweat glides down my back in this position, with him holding up one of my legs. My limbs ache, but I don’t care. He removes our hands and releases my leg, his wet fingers darting out to grip my throat and lather my skin with my arousal. My core is left empty and unsatisfied, begging for more.
Preston forcefully walks me toward the closest bench surrounding the fountain, pressing his hand down on my spine to bend me over it. Knowing where this is going, I lift my leg to rest my knee on the bench while I stand on the other, opening myself up to him.
He takes his time gripping the material of my skirt to bunch it at my hips again. Digging his fingers below the fabric of my lace panties, he drags them down, maneuvering one side over the sheath strapped to my thigh to let them pool at my knees. The warm air is a welcome sensation on my wet center, on display for him.
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this. Every. Fucking. Night. Kate. I’ve jacked off to the thought of my cock being buried in this perfect pussy.” A guttural sound rumbles in his chest as he grips my ass roughly in both hands, spreading me wider as he draws his mouth to my most sensitive part that is already dripping for him.
I cry out.
His tongue laps at my seam, stopping to swirl around my clit. I glance over my shoulder, my elbows digging into the concrete bench, watching him violate my pussy with a mouth that is as dirty as his promises. His facial hair rubbing against me only adds to the sensation building in my belly.
Watching and feeling the soft warmth of his tongue gliding over my clit has muffled curses falling from my lips.
When his mouth disappears, I slouch at the loss, but his eyes don’t leave mine as he drops his shorts, letting his massive cock spring free. The cut I made in his neck has stopped bleeding, but combined with his animalistic gaze and his dick in his hand, he looks unhinged.
My eyes widen, my heart jumping into my throat like it’s trying to make space to fit him down there. How is it possible that it looks bigger out of confinement? And the way the tendons in his hands strain as he leisurely strokes himself…holy shit.
You know what they say about men with huge hands?
Yeah, somehow his cock is still bigger.
My breath remains locked in my lungs when I watch him drag the head through my core to coat himself with my arousal. He watches his dick swipe through my wetness in fascination while I intently watch him move his cock through my folds. His other hand holds his t-shirt, giving me a view of his chiseled abdomen—a marbled work of art, crafted to perfection by his dedication in the gym. Those bulging muscles are accompanied by dark ink that swirls and cuts across his skin.
“Fuck. You’re soaked, darling. Do you feel the way the tip of my cock is slipping right through you?” It’s like he’s the artist and his cock is the brush collecting the paint from my core.
I should be worried someone will walk through the maze and see us, considering this is where I met his dad, but I can’t bring myself to care. Luckily, the cameras are off, or whoever is on his security team would be getting an eyeful.
His cock nudges harder at my entrance, making me suck in a rapid breath. Preston curses. He reaches out, collecting my hair in his fist while the other is gripping my hip. He forces my head back so the blue sky blanketing us in this garden is all I see. Slowly pushing his hips forward, he fills me completely. Thepleasure and pain are one as I struggle to adjust to his size. The tremble in my legs is faint, but enough that I’m sure he feels it vibrating through where we’re connected.
“Just a little more,” he chuckles darkly, enjoying my struggle.
“More?” I gasp, flattening my hands on the surface.
Without warning, Preston’s hips smack against my ass, and I moan. Fully satiated inside me, the slight curve to his dick, combined with his girth, has him pressed against that self-destruct button inside me. He pulls all the way out before snapping forward, making me shriek as he thrusts into that sensitive spot again, while his hand gripping my hair makes my scalp sting.
I can’t see him, but his words feel just as intimate. “Yes, just like that, baby. Your pussy feels like home, with the way it's gripping me so tightly. This position gives me a perfect view of your hot and needy cunt swallowing my cock.”
Preston starts to move steadily, his deep, beautifully punishing thrusts using me like the punching bag he pounds his fists into every day. He’s just as controlled with this.
“Preston, your cock,” I whine hazily.
“Keep praising me like that, and it won't go to my head.” He’s not wrong, I feel him thickening inside me.
He nearly pulls out to the head, smacking my ass first before sinking back in and pulling out again. I release a cry, the ache intertwining with the overwhelming pleasure to carry me back to that place where my oncoming climax coils, making me shake.
Thrust. “Keep writhing, darling.”Smack.“There’s nothing that satisfies me more.” Thrust. “Than knowing my cock is too much for you.”Smack.
His foul mouth and his relentless fucking have my arousal dripping down the inside of my thighs. My moan has him rewarding me with another smack on the ass that has my back aching from being arched in this way while he pounds into me.
I’m on the verge of coming, the darkness reaching its claws up through the ground like vines to pierce my flesh and hold me still as he draws my orgasm out of me, sucking me into his depths.
