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CAMILE

Jack is between my legs, hunger in his gaze. He buries his face in my pussy, the roughness of his beard scraping the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. His hot, wet mouth covers my clit, sending pleasure rolling through my entire body. Then his tongue is on me, and in me, and licking every inch like a man starving.

I reach down to spear my fingers in his thick hair. The musky taste of his cock is still on my tongue. I can hardly believe he’s mine now, after pining over him for so long. I’d genuinely believed we might never be together, but here he is, with his tongue buried inside me. He penetrates me with two fingers and curls to find my secret spot.

He seems to know exactly what I need, because it doesn’t take long for me to be squirming under his attention. My body works with him, tensing and releasing, building me higher. He sucks on my clit and grazes his teeth over it, then goes back to swirling firm circles, over and over.

“Jack, oh, Jack.”

He pumps and sucks and licks, keeping a steady rhythm, ratcheting up my pleasure one notch at a time until I’m teetering on the brink…

With a cry, I shatter into pieces, pleasure setting every nerve ending alight.

He sees me through my orgasm then crawls up my body. He kisses me, the taste of my pussy on his tongue. I hook my heels around his hips, my hands tracing the bulk of his shoulders and back, and I marvel in the strength of his muscles.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

I nod, eager for him.

He reaches between us to grip his cock and position himself at my entrance but pauses. “I’m big, you know that already. If it’s too much, just say stop.”

“Shouldn’t we have some word other than stop? What if I say it accidentally?”

He leans down to kiss me and smiles against my mouth. “Okay, what other word?”

“Eggplant,” I announce.

“Why eggplant?”

I waggle my eyebrows at him and drop my chin down to gesture at the giant member between our legs. “Do I really need to explain?”

He chuckles. “Eggplant it is. But I mean it, baby. If it gets too much, just say.”

I’m fairly confident I will do no such thing, but I nod, just to keep him happy. I’m soaking wet, swollen, and ripe for him to take me. I’ve never wanted something more in my life than to feel the entirety of him inside me.

“I want you, Jack. I want to feel you filling me up.”

“Oh, I will, Baby-girl. I’m going to fill your needy little pussy right up.”

He nudges his hips forward, and the smooth head, cool with the piercing, presses to my entrance.

He pushes in an inch or two and pauses, watching to check in with me.

“Keep going,” I tell him. “It feels so good.”

There’s a burn as I’m stretching around him, taking him deeper and deeper. His cock is heavy inside me, an invasion. It’s all I’m aware of, how big he is. I’ve had the tip before, but taking his entire length like this is something else completely. I’m breathing fast, panting, fighting my body’s natural reaction to push back against such a huge intrusion.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, “I’m nearly in. Christ, you feel incredible. Your pussy is so perfect. You’re so perfect.”

We’re nose to nose, mouth to mouth, inhaling each other’s gasps for air. His big body surrounds me, muscle on muscle. I feel utterly consumed by him.

“Oh, my God, Jack. I can’t take much more.”

“I’m in now, look.” He pulls away from me a little so I can see between us, where his dick is completely buried inside me. He’s so huge and I’m so stretched, it’s positively pornographic.

“I’m going to fuck you hard now,” he informs me.