“This is forever, Jacinta. Not just today,” he says roughly, reminding me just how intense he is about everything he feels passionate about.
Whatever it is he actually does?
I know it’s his whole life. Until this moment, where I can see he’s giving as much of himself as I want to give him of me.
I nod, whimpering, in a pleasant kind of pain, needing his mouth over my pussy and clit so bad.
And it’s like an explosion of pleasure when Kyle wastes no time in fulfilling my wish.
His huge hands run up the inside of my quaking thighs.
Baring my very soul which he expertly joins with his mouth over my sleek opening.
The slightly rough day-old stubble on his cheeks brushes my tinder skin. Giving me tingles and making me wetter by the second as my legs hook over his huge shoulders.
They’re like boulders of flesh under my thighs, and with one of his hands cupping my ass, he lifts my hips higher.
Like a craftsman savoring his handiwork, he sets about turning a good thing into something perfect, making me feel like I’ll faint, cry, come, or all three any minute.
I make a series of low grunts between gasps and squeaks, automatically grabbing fistfuls of his hair, knowing I’ll need them, to hang on for this ride.
The harder I grip his hair, the firmer I press my thighs against his face, the deeper he groans and growls.
“Mine,” he snarls with triumph, stopping only long enough to let his words sink in, and with a single glance, he lets me know that he means business.
Is this a forever thing? Like he wants to do this to me forever?
Sign me up. Forget the consequences, because from where I’m standing, uh…laying. There are no consequences except for—
“Oh! Oh my god,” I moan, tugging at Kyle's head and grinding harder against his mouth.
That tongue of his is every bit as thick and long as every other part of him, and it’s like he was born to do what he’s doing to me right now. Bring me pleasure.
In all the excitement, I can feel his hands on my sex, then on my ass, spreading my cheeks wider while a finger presses gently but firmly and in time with the pulsing throb growing as my clit stiffens.
Feeling like a balloon, red hot that’s about to explode with his next strike to it.
“Ughhhhh…. Kyle,” I try to warn him, but I think he knows.
His low growling is drowned out by my curses, words I’ve never used aloud.
Begging… Ordering him to suck my cunt and fill it with his seed.
It sounds like someone’s having the time of their life, moans, and groans followed by a series of sobs.
It’s not until I feel my body contracting and spasming with the full force of climax that I realize the voice is mine.
The sounds are all coming from me.
And that climax?
Kyle’s hungrily feasting on every part of it, swearing as he fully appreciates the effects of his labors.
“Ah! Jesus! I’m… Still… Coming…” I gasp, jerking and shuddering moments still.
Kyle climbs up my body letting me taste myself on his lips, working the same magic over my tongue that he has over my sex.
“You’ll come a lot more, and harder than that,” he growls, assuring me, gripping my wrist and roughly planting it on his swollen helm with a groan.
My hand is instantly hot and wet from the insane levels of his natural lube as his thick rod jerks and strains.
A beast in its own right, but a true extension of its master.
“I wanna fuck you so bad, Jacinta… put a baby in you. Right now,” he groans louder, shifting his erection and his whole body over mine.
My legs spread as wide as they can go as if I have no control over what my body wants right now.
“Kyle… Kyle,” I gasp, pressing both my trembling hands against his rock hard rock chest and abs.
His stiff cock and hard body make me feel like a puddle of warm jelly underneath him.
“What is it?” he rasps, his face full of concern again.
I know he likes to take charge, but at the same time, Kyle’s sensible when it comes to using his strength responsibly, and only ever for pleasure.
“I’ve… this is new for me,” I whisper, suddenly feeling ashamed.
“I’ve never even touched myself until today. Let alone…” I try to tell him, but my voice breaks, and I choke on my words.
“I’m sorry, Kyle. I just feel so…” I say, but his mouth over mine silences me.
He holds me close and tenderly while he kisses me gently, long enough for me to stop crying.
“You’re the most amazing girl in the world, Jacinta. And I’m glad it’s your first time. Don’t be ashamed of that,” he tells me firmly. “Never be ashamed of anything.”
I feel his body relax some, parts of him do anyway, that iron bar in his pants stays the same, but the rest of him relaxes.