Syx pulled back, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down at me. Then he shoved his sweatpants down. His dick sprang free, thick, hard, and oozing precum from his mushroom tip head. The sight of it made my mouth water and my pussy clench with anticipation. The first time seeing it, I was nervous because dicks weren't made that big anymore. He was way bigger than Malcolm.
Stroking his dick, he spoke, "I need to be inside of you." His voice rough and strained. "Right fucking now, Nyne."
He positioned himself between my thighs, spread them wider with his hands, and pressed his thumbs into my soft flesh. I could feel the head of his dick pressing against my entrance, hot and slick with precum, and I held my breath waiting.
"Look at me," he commanded, and my eyes snapped to his. "I want you to watch me fill this pussy up."
He didn't topple me with his heavy weight. Instead, he held himself up and kept his balance between my thighs as he pushed forward slowly, and I felt the stretch immediately, making me yelp in pain. His dick was fucking thick. I felt him wall to wall inside of me and the pressure was intense that my body was resisting even as it welcomed him. Not being able to take no more, I pressed my hand against his stomach and gave him a push back because I couldn't handle it and he was only halfway inside.
His brows furrowed, as his gaze grew intense, staring deeply into my eyes. "You can take it, baby. I'll take it easy, baby, but you gotta let me in." He opened my legs wider and nestled inside my pussy, giving me one inch at a time until all nine inches of his thick dick were inside of me.
"Oooooh shit!" I hissed.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his jaw clenched and his whole body tensed with the effort of going slower. "So fucking tight, baby. Yo' pussy is gripping like she don't want to let go."
"Syx—" I gasped as I removed my hands from his stomach and clutched his shoulders and my nails dug into his skin. "Oh my God!" My voice became stuck in my throat that I could barely make out sentences.
"Just breathe, baby," he paused, giving me time to adjust. "Just breathe, baby, and let your body open up for me."
I did as he said and took deep breaths, willing my muscles to relax. Slowly, inch by inch, he sank deeper until he was fullyseated inside me, his hips flushed against mine, and buried to the hilt.
"Oh fuck," I whimpered, my head fell back against the pillow. I felt so full and stretched as if I had nothing left.
"That's it." He murmured and dropped his forehead to mine, with his hot minty breath against my lips. "That's my good girl. Look at 'chu taking this dick like a motherfucking good girl."
He stayed still for a minute longer, letting me adjust and I could feel him pulsing inside me. The heat and weight of him pressed me deep into the plush mattress. Then slowly, he started to move, deeply inside me, grinding strokes that had me gasping with every thrust like I was a rookie.
"Fuck, Nyne," He groaned, his eyes locked on mine. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. It's so tight and wet, bae."
Syx pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside, and then pushed back in slowly, making me feel every inch. The drag of his dick against my walls, feeling his fullness, and I could feel the pressure building again.
"You feel that?" He asked, his voice low and rough. "You feel how deep I am? You feel how your pussy is squeezing me?"
"Yes, fuck yes!"
He kept that slow, torturous pace, each thrust deliberate and controlled, hitting the spot that made my toes curl again. For control, his hands gripped my hips, holding me in place, angling me so he could go even deeper.
"Oooooh shit!" I moaned. "Syx, please!"
"Please what?" he asked, his lips curving into a smirk even as his breathing grew ragged. "Tell me what you need, baby."
"Faster," I gasped again once more. "I need you to fuck me faster."
"Not yet," he said, maintaining that slow, grinding rhythm. "I want you to feel every inch of this dick. I want you to remember exactly how it feels when I'm inside you."
Opening my legs a little wider, he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue mimicking the slow thrust of his hips. I could taste my sweet pussy in his mouth along with the desperation and need. It only made me wetter as our tongues danced with saliva dripping down the sides of our mouths, along with my nectar dripping down my thighs in the crevices, slapping down his balls too.
Minutes passed and he kept that same slow pace, building tension gradually. My whole body was trembling, my pussy was clenching around his dick with every stroke, and I could feel myself getting wetter. The sounds of our bodies coming together growing louder, skin slapping, sounding more obscene.
"Listen to that shit," he murmured against my lips, his hips still moving in that slow, steady rhythm. "Listen to how wet this pussy is, bae. This is dripping all over me."
The wet squelch of him moving inside me filled the room, mixing with our ragged breathing and my desperate whimpers. I could feel my arousal coating his dick, dripping down between my ass, down to my booty hole, and soaking the sheets beneath us.
"Uuuuuh fuck, Syx!"
"Whatchu' need, bae?" He asked, his voice strained now, his control starting to slip. "Tell me."
"More," I gasped. "I need more. I need you to fuck me harder."
