His cock had to be the length of my forearm and just as thick, too wide for my fingers to wrap fully around. I clenched my thighs as wetness spilled from me, and despite my earlier—very powerful—orgasm, I wanted so much more.
He reached out and touched my hip. At first it was gentle, but then he added pressure, his fingers digging into my flesh, pushing me down until I sank to my knees. With my head tipped back and my gaze on his face, I couldn’t breathe because of his startling beauty, not the kind that was classic and soft, but more of Lucifer… a fallen angel.
“Look at it.”
I lowered my gaze to his cock, so thick and long as he held it in his palm right in front of my face. The head was bigger than the shaft, wider and flared, the slit teasing me. My throat tightened, and my mouth watered at the sheer size of him.
He gripped the base of his cock hard and started to slowly bring his palm toward me, his fist tight around the girth. His hand was huge, and his cock matched that of the man who held it.
Once at the tip, he lazily stroked himself back down to the base. He did this twice more, my breathing becoming even harsher with every passing moment he erotically teased me. And then he slid his palm back up to the tip, pushing free a pearlescent drop of pre-cum from the slit.
“Go on,” he coaxed. “Lick it off like a good girl.”
I braced my hands on my thighs and leaned forward, my eyes locked on Arlo the entire time as I dragged my tongue over the slit. His salty, very male flavor exploded on my tongue, and I couldn’t help but moan. And aside from the tightening of his jaw and the way his pectoral muscles twitched, he stayed still, his expression like stone.
“I’ve never done this,” I whispered, worried I couldn’t pleasure him. And God, I wanted to so badly, just as much as he pleasured me.
“You know how fucking hot it is knowing I’ll be your first?” He ran the crown of his cock over my lips, using it like a tube of lipstick, coating my flesh with his pre-cum. Painting me. “You know how possessive it makes me, knowing I’ll be the only fucking man to ever see you like this?”
I might not have known what I was doing, but that didn’t stop me from staring into his eyes and parting my lips to take his thick crown into my mouth. The muscles in his neck stood out, he gritted his teeth, and then he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until I was forced to brace my hands on his thighs to keep him from thrusting in too fast.
“Hollow out your cheeks,” he gritted. “Move your tongue around.” I was grateful for his direction. “Yeah… fuck yes. That’s it… oh Christ, yes, Galina, that's it.”
His encouragement fueled me on, and I moved my mouth over his cock, running my tongue along the flared tip, dipping it into the slit and lapping up the silky pre-cum that formed. I was starved for Arlo, it seemed, because I couldn’t get enough. I was so lost on how good it made me feel to blow him that I didn’t hear his low growl or how he told me to stop.
One second, I was sucking him off and enjoying the salty flavor of him, and the next, I was sitting bare-assed on the counter, my legs spread wide enough that Arlo could fit between them. He was still making those deep, growly noises, and I felt it all the way to my clit.
“When I come, it’s going to be with my cock inside you and you taking every single last drop.”
I looked down to watch him stroke himself, his dick wet-looking from my mouth, the tip having so much pre-cum that it started to drip onto the floor, a string of clear fluid hanging on to the crown before landing on the tile at his feet.
“If you aren’t ready for this, you should tell me now.”
I shook my head and braced my hands behind me on the counter, leaning back and thrusting my breasts out. I gave him that silent approval.
He hummed in pleasure and stepped closer to me, his body heat mixing with mine, the spicy, dark scent of him invading my senses. “I don’t think I could have stopped anyway, moy svet.” His tip was notched at my hole, his eyes locked on mine. I held my breath as he started pushing in, breaking through my virginity, tearing at my innocence, sliding deep inside me and stretching me until the pain and pleasure were so intense I felt a single tear slide down my cheek.