Page 77 of Praising the Pitcher

She bobs her head up and down eagerly, and I chuckle before I bring my mouth to her neck, dragging my tongue across her soft skin.

“I’d be honored to fuck you, Smoke,” I murmur into her neck, her hair spilling around my face.

I prop myself up higher and reach between us. Fisting my rock-hard dick, I give it a few pumps before dragging it to her heat. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. And sure, I’ve fucked my hand plenty to thoughts of the angel lying underneath me, but that’s different.

She’s so tight I know I won’t be able to last long. Even thinking about coming inside her heat has me almost losing my mind, and I’m not even there yet.

“Spread those beautiful, strong legs wider, baby,” I command, and instantly, her legs fall apart around me, damn near dropping to the bed.

Hovering at her entrance, I rock my hips the slightest, just barely pushing the tip in, and instantly, she hisses.

“Fuck …” she whimpers, sitting up the slightest bit to look downward. “How is that going to fit inside me?”

A smirk doesn’t even tug at my lips but instead fully twists them up at the corner. I wanted tonight to be about making her not only feel good when she comes for me. It’s also about making her feel good about herself. Yet, she’s the one praising my cock without even meaning to.

I’ve been told plenty of times I’m blessed below the belt, but I wasn’t going to scare a girl who’s had one probably tiny dick inside her by talking about my monster cock before she actually saw it. Now that she has, her eyes are wide, her face slightly pale.

“Stroking my ego awfully hard, Smoke,” I coo. “Don’t worry, I’ll fit perfectly inside you. So perfect you’ll swear my dick was made for fucking you.”

This isn’t anything I normally do. I’m the guy who’s in and out.

Literally.

I don’t mind foreplay, but I never praise the women I’m with. With her, that’s all I want to do. I guess I’m desperate for her to see herself the way I do.

I hope one day she will.

I nudge the tip of my dick against her more, and I swallow back a groan when slickness coats my head.

“You’re fucking soaked.” I swallow back another groan. “Your body is practically begging for me to slip inside.”

She grinds herself into me, making my cock slide across her center, and I know despite her being scared, she wants this.

I bring my hips back before slowly working them forward. I only give her a few inches at a time, but it’s enough to make her cry out in what sounds like pleasure laced with pain.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “So fucking good for me.”

My praises make her grow even more soaked, and I’m thankful because as tight as she is, she could use all the lubrication she can get.

Though she’s only been with one man, I know she uses toys—mostly because she slipped up and told me. So even though she’s inexperienced with dick, which I’m pretty glad about, she knows what she likes.

Inch by inch, thrust by thrust, I give her a bit more. I don’t rush it, not wanting to hurt her, but after keeping up my slow pace, her fingers slap down against my back and her nails dig into my flesh.

“More,” she whispers. “I want more.”

I’m trying to make this as comfortable for her as possible, but fuck, she’s making it hard for me not to lose control. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. At least, not really. But either way, I make my thrusts deeper, sliding inch after inch into her sweet, tight center before pulling back out and doing it all over again.

She stretches around me, her slickness wrapping around my cock like a goddamn glove custom made for my dick.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven.” I choke on my own words as she squeezes around my cock, begging for more even though it feels impossible that she could take it.

I thrust harder in long, controlled plunges. Her nails no longer scrape up and down my back but instead dig into one particular spot so deeply that I’m sure she’ll draw blood.

When I give her all of me, a sound that’s something between a moan, a hiss, and a cry slips from her lips, but I don’t stop. I hover my mouth over hers, kissing her as I fuck her deep and slow.

She squeezes around me, making me grunt because goddamn, I didn’t think this could feel any better.

“Fuck, Smoke.” I whimper, and her pussy begins fluttering.