Because he was that big.
Big enough to move a mountain with that log.
His hands slid up my thighs until he reached my ass. He gripped both of my cheeks and pulled me a little closer, bringing my chest next to his. My nipples hardened when I felt his bare skin, the hardness of his sleek muscles.
My hands moved up his pecs to his shoulders, feeling the part of his body that I enjoyed the most—besides the part I was sitting on. My fingers felt the individual grooves of muscle, and I admired his broadness. I loved the way his size stretched a t-shirt, his hardness too big to be contained in the cotton.
He moved his forehead to mine and breathed with me, his intense gaze on my mouth. He hadn’t kissed me once since I stepped inside his domain, but he somehow excited me in other intimate ways. His eyes alone touched me everywhere, made me feel things with just their piercing gaze. “I love this…” His hand snaked over my ass and to the curve in my back. His fingers felt the top of my ass to the middle of my spine.
My fingers dug into his shoulders. “I love this.” How could I say anything like that to a man like him? How could I feel this burning chemistry between us? I shouldn’t desire him. I shouldn’t feel myself get wet when I sat on his dick. I should be demanding to be set free.
He pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me slowly, his large hands exploring my body with their callused edges. His kiss was gentle but contained the restrained desire he always showed. He breathed with me, sucking my bottom lip, and then giving me his tongue. The stubble on his chin was already starting to return after not shaving for a few days, so it brushed against my soft cheek as our mouths moved together.
His muscular arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him, acting as steel cages that kept me in place. Warm and hard, it was like having a blanket wrapped around me.
The sound of our moving mouths filled the room, along with the crackling fireplace. I could hear our breathing get deeper and louder as our heat levels started to rise. I felt his hands grip me tighter, felt his cock throb underneath me.
One of his hands circled over my ass until his fingers met my clit. He kept kissing me as his fingers massaged my nub, making me breathe harder and my hips rock slightly. I realized I was starting to grind against his fingers, loving the way they were touching me.
Just the way I liked to touch myself.
He sucked on my bottom lip and rubbed me harder, making me grip his biceps just to remain steady. He ended our kiss and watched my expression, his eyes full of the same arousal as mine. His fingers slid back to my entrance, and he felt the pool of moisture that immediately smeared across them. A masculine moan came from his throat the second he felt my arousal right in his hand.
I was too turned on to be ashamed. I’d had that big cock twice, and now I looked forward to it. I craved the stretching he gave me, the intense fullness no other man could provide. He was thick like a tree trunk, but I’d always liked a challenge.
He lifted me up his body then pointed the head of his cock at my entrance before he slowly pushed me down his length. It took him a second to get his thick crown inside me, to push through my tight slit and begin the journey into my wet and tight cunt. He moaned when he was halfway inside, his eyes closing for a brief moment as he clenched his jaw.
He looked so hot when he did that.
I moved farther down, managing to get his entire length inside me, even if it hurt a little bit. I stretched my legs wider apart and hooked my ankles over his thighs. His balls were at my ass and his warm body suddenly flushed with heat. It was unmistakable how wet I was…because he was easier to get inside that time.
He pressed his face close to mine then dug his hand into my hair. He didn’t kiss me, but he examined my face with the scorching intensity that made me tremble. His fat cock was inside me, and now he possessed me in a way he never had before. He claimed me deeper, harder. He was making me pay for my freedom, making me pay for being allowed to live. “This pussy…Jesus.” He crushed his mouth over mine and gave me a hard kiss, a searing kind that made my fingertips light on fire. He ended it just as quickly and then guided my hips up. “Fuck me, baby.”