“Is your cock just enough to fill me up, maybe more than I can handle, or a monster I’m gonna choke on?”
I know I hit my mark when he groans, and I can almost imagine him reaching down, holding himself and trying not to stroke. “I bet you could handle me. I’d stuff you so full of cock you’d feel places touched that you never even knew existed . . . but something tells me you could handle everything I could dish out. Am I right?”
“I’m no extra-small, teeny tiny thing,” I admit. “Is that a problem?”
Derrick purrs, and when he speaks up, his voice is raspy, thick with desire. “No, I like a woman with some curves, hips I can dig in and hold on to. I’m stroking it for you now, up and down my shaft, spreading out my precum and thinking about your pink pussy, imagining how wet you are right now. Slide those pajama pants off for me, Kat.”
I do as he says, settling back against the pillows as he tells me to spread my legs wide and trace my fingers across my heated pussy.
“God, Derrick, I’m already so wet. My panties are . . . fuck, you’ve got me soaked. Your words, your voice . . .” I trail off as the pleasure gets too intense for my brain to multitask, my focus gathering on the slide of my fingers across the drenched cotton.
“Slide your panties to the side. Let me help you make that beautiful pussy feel good. That’s the way your whole body should feel, Kitty Kat. So good and ready . . . ready for more. Rub from top to bottom. Let your fingers spread your honey all over your lips and up to your clit. Tell me how that feels, Kat.”
When my fingers find the bundle of nerves, I can’t hold back the moan, which rises until I can barely breathe. “Mmm, right there. Derrick, what are you doing to me? How does it feel so good with your voice washing over me, telling me what to do? Are you touching yourself still? I want you to feel this with me. Stroke your cock slow and tight.”
Derrick’s moan is deep, rumbling and making my fingers speed up a little. “Fuck, yes, I’m touching myself. Your breathy sighs and moans are so damn sexy. I’m imagining it’s your hand stroking me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out when I know your needy pussy wants me to fill it up. Is that what you want? You want me to fill you up?”
Incoherent, I moan, but he hears my meaning loud and clear, and I can hear his breath quicken. “Slip your fingers inside for me. Imagine it’s my cock thrusting into you, every thick inch stretching you and taking you right to the edge.”
I do as instructed, my palm grinding on my clit with every press of my fingers inside. “Fuck, Derrick . . . yes, fuck me just like that.”
My hips are bucking, helping my hand, and I ride so close to the edge. I know the sounds I’m making are guttural, but they’re out of my control and Derrick is echoing them back in my ear, taking his pleasure as I find mine.
“Faster, Derrick. Fuck your hand like you’d fuck my pussy, pounding into me hard, bottoming out deep inside me.” I pant, barely holding on. “I’m about to come, and I want you to come with me.”
I can hear the smile in his voice and the tension in his breathing. “Kitty Kat, I’ve been holding back as much as I can, letting you get there. As soon as I hear the sounds of you coming, I’m a fuckin’ goner. I’m gonna nut all over my hand an instant after you come on yours. Together.”
In my mind, I picture him pumping his hard cock, his eyes squeezed tight and tension through every muscle as he holds onto the edge for me. I can see him shiny with precum dripping down his shaft and wanting me, and his stomach muscles are tensed, ridged under his skin with the repressed power inside him.
I hear him growl at me. “Kat . . .” And it feels like a warning that he’s reached his threshold. When I imagine his come coating his hand as it rushes out of his cock, it’s all I can take. The orgasm crashes over me in waves, the cries loud even to my own ears.
Faintly in the background of my climax, I hear Derrick’s grunts and know he’s coming with me. I tease it out as long as I can, eventually forced into taking a big breath to settle my body from the intense release.
“Wow,” I half whisper in total wonder. That was the most intense orgasm of my life, to the point I can almost feel a cramp developing somewhere in my hips because I was bucking so hard and squeezing so tightly. “That was . . . you’re fucking amazing.”