I ran my tongue up, spreading her little lips until I found it—that tiny little button that would drive her crazy; her clit. When my tongue brushed against it, my princess shuddered and moaned, her fingers clenching down in my hair. I knew what she was feeling. It was the first time a man had given her these sensations. She was probably a little bit nervous, a tiny bit shy, but overcome with the pleasure my tongue was giving her. I looked up and saw her gorgeous eyes looking down at me.
I knew just by looking. She didn
’t even have to say it, but I imagined her voice speaking the words…
I’m close.
I growled into her, letting her know I understood, then pressed my tongue down, hard, flat and wide, applying the needed pressure that would send her over the edge. My beautiful Jane trembled, more and more until finally she reached the point of no return and cried out.
“Shane! I’m coming!”
And she did.
Her juices flooded out of her tight cunt and into my mouth as she came on my tongue.
I slowed my strokes on her clit as her body shook. She was so wet, ready for my cock which was about to tear its way out of my pants. I looked up and watched her breasts bounce as she came. Her o-face was absolutely adorable, and if my mouth hadn’t been locked onto her pretty, pink pussy, I would have kissed her. She shook one final time and I gently pulled my tongue back as her orgasm flowed out of her.
“Good girl,” I whispered, blowing gently on her clit and smiling as she shook with the sensitivity.
“Shane…” she muttered. “That was…that was—”
“That was nothing, princess,” I told her as I got to my feet. I took her hands and placed them on her pants. She began to take them down without hesitation.
“I’ve got a lot more in store for you.”
Chapter Eight
Jane
My heart pounded in my chest. I could feel it in my feet. I’d just come so hard I could barely remember my name or where I was. All I could think about was the gorgeous man standing in front of me and what he’d just done. I’d gone from zero to one hundred in no time, doing so many things with Shane that I’d never done before. And there was still more to come…
My hands moved almost on their own, as though I’d been hypnotized by Shane’s inescapable dominance, and I looked down and gasped as the base of his cock appeared above the hem of his boxers. I didn’t know much about dicks, but I knew enough to know that he had a monster in his pants.
I felt his eyes on me and looked up at his piercing gaze as I kept pulling down, down, down until I felt his pants slip and something hard, warm and heavy slap against my wrist. When I looked down, I could hardly believe it.
It was his dick, but it was so big it just didn’t seem possible. It was like someone had drawn him as a joke and he’d somehow come to life. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like it was about as big as my forearm, if not bigger, and it stood straight out from his body like the prow of a sailboat.
I was already wet, but now I was soaked.
“My God, Shane…”
“All for you, princess,” he growled, taking my left hand and placing it on his cock. I could feel my pulse, heavy in my ears, and my chest was heaving. My body screamed for him, but…I was a virgin. Would that thing actually be able to fit inside me? It actually might kill me!
At least I’d die happy.
“Is this—is this a joke?” I stammered as I squeezed his shaft and felt the strength and unbelievable girth.
“What do you mean?” Shane replied.
“Look at it!” I almost laughed. “How is this real!?”
Shane lifted my jaw with a thumb and raised my eyes to his. He was grinning, obviously proud of himself and relishing in my reaction.
“Oh, it’s real all right. And you know what else is going to be real? The way your pussy is going to come on it when I fuck you nice and hard.”
My breath escaped my lungs and I slumped forward, letting my head rest on his strong chest as I looked down at the enormous dick in my hands. I was scared of it, and wondered if it would actually fit in me, but at the same time I’d felt like I’d just found the world’s greatest treasure and it was mine.
Shane grinded against my grip, thrusting his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my hands, teasing me with what was to come. A long line of pre-cum spilled from his tip and into my hand. It was slick, almost like my own juices, and he groaned as I began to stroke him faster.