Eager and needy, I try to spread my legs, but his knees block me on either side. He chuckles low as he slowly works his belt free, then the button and zipper on his pants. All I can do is stare as he gets up to remove the last of his clothes.
Jesus. Christ.
His perfect cock springs free, bobbing long and thick as he comes back to the bed. He takes himself in one hand and gives a few strokes. Without meaning to, I lick my lips. I’m not sure what’s written on my face, but Luka seems amused by it. “You like what you see?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my heart racing.
I’ve never been with anyone as big as him, but I’ve never been afraid of a challenge. He grins and climbs back onto the bed and suddenly that huge cock is over me, lowering down to my mouth until I have to take the tip between my lips. I suck softly and then harder, making him groan, opening up so he can push in farther. The velvet of his skin glides against my tongue and I take him into my mouth deeper, my jaw screaming as I push the limit and open all the way.
Luka’s breathing picks up as he begins to lightly thrust into my mouth. I suck and swirl my tongue around him. Each pump of his shaft makes me hungrier for him, until I’m aching so hard, I have to reach between my legs and cup my pussy to relieve the pressure.
“Oh, no, sweetheart. That’s all mine. You want my cock so badly you can’t wait?”
I try to nod, but he just thrusts harder, deeper, gagging me. I love it.
Finally he pulls out, rubbing his head back and forth over my wet, open mouth.
“You know what? I’m going to give that greedy pussy exactly what it wants.”
He turns away, leaving me gasping as he grabs a condom from the bedside table. He slips it on, and I barely spread my legs before he’s pressing into me with the tip of his cock. Raising my hips, I meet his slow thrust until he’s all the way inside me up to his balls, my pussy stretching deliciously from his size.
I. Can’t. Get. Enough.
“Fuck me, Luka.” I’m begging and I don’t care.
“Say please.” He smirks, starting to ease out of me.
“Please!” I say obediently. “Please, give it to me. I need you to fuck me.”
His eyes search mine, as if he needs to see the desperation there, how badly I want him.
“Please,” I whisper one more time.
“That’s a good girl.”
With that, Luka slams back into my pussy, his face a mix of pleasure and concentration as he pulls my wrists up over my head again and thrusts deep and steady, finding a rhythm. I look up at him, taking in the lust in his eyes, the parting of his lips, the flush in his cheeks, the way he groans as he pumps into me, his abs flexing with every movement. He’s not just fucking me, he’s throwing himself into this like it’s an Olympic sport.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist so he can thrust even deeper.
It feels like he’s splitting me open, every stroke jolting through me. My orgasm builds, but it’s different this time—it’s so deep it’s almost like it’s coming from the inside out. I want to fight it, but I can’t. I can only surrender to the sensations overtaking me.
My cries start to come faster and louder, and it must be obvious I’m about to climax because Luka suddenly rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him, his hands on my hips, never breaking our rhythm as he forces me to ride him.
“Come on my cock, Brooklyn,” he growls. “Let me see you come.”
I lean back and spread my thighs as wide as I can, grinding faster and faster. I’m watching him enjoying the sight of me, licking his lips as he watches my breasts bounce, as his gaze drops to the view of my split-open pussy getting pounded by his cock. I can feel him grow even harder inside me, and I close my eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over me.
The orgasm hits, taking my breath away.
“Luka, yes, yes,” I moan desperately, leaning forward over him to grab onto his shoulders for support. I’m so wet and he feels so good.
Without warning his mouth clamps over my nipple and he sucks it so hard I cry out, groaning as his thrusts go jerky and erratic.
He’s about to come, I can feel it, and I’m still not done yet. Jesus, it keeps going, wave after wave, even as his body tenses and he pulses his release into me with a final, deep groan.
I’m shuddering through the final throes as Luka gently rolls me back onto the bed, both of us looking up at the dark ceiling as we struggle to catch our breath. I must doze off, because the next time I open my eyes, he’s gone to the bathroom—I think—and it’s a while before he comes back. When he does, I’m just barely aware of him pulling the blankets up and over me.
I wake to sunlight streaming over my face.
