“I think I finger-banged you into oblivion.”
I looked around and nodded. “You did. Wow.” I pushed myself to sit up, and Linc caught me with a hand behind my back.
“Take it slow, cowgirl,” he said, handing me a cup of water.
My head cleared quickly, and I remembered we had unfinished business. For one, Linc was still fully dressed.
Time for me to take charge.
When the cobwebs were gone, I removed what was left of my clothing—a jog bra, yoga top, and leggings, which were still dangling from my foot. I knelt on the blanket and gazed up at Linc. God, he was gorgeous with his evening scruff and tousled shoulder length hair. I lowered the zip on his track jacket and threw that aside. Then I reached for his T-shirt with the gym’s name emblazoned across it. I removed that too, and when I got a load of his chest, I could scarcely breathe. His shoulders and pecs were like small mountains, and his rocky biceps were surrounded by tattoos of something tribal-looking. I caught my breath as I followed his perfect splay of chest hair along the line that ran down the center of his muscled abdomen. It ended far below the waistband of his sweats, but I was planning to get there in due time.
But before I could, Linc hooked a finger under my chin and pulled my mouth up to meet his. This time, his kiss was more aggressive, and I felt myself swelling with need yet again. I quickly lowered his pants, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. I couldn’t see the prize, but the outline of it was pretty freaking amazing.
“Would you mind standing, please?” I asked him.
Without a word, he was towering above me, gazing down. From my kneeling position, I hooked my fingers into his waistband and slowly began to lower the last article of clothing he wore.
Of course, they got hung up in the giant hard-on in front of my face. I widened the waistband to make room for his cock, finally able to lay my eyes on it in person.
And good lord, I’d never seen anything like it. First, it was so fat, my fingers couldn’t close around, not by a long shot. And it was as long, it seemed, as my forearm. But what really killed me was the head. I swear to god, it was the size of a large plum.
Could he actually fuck with that?
He must have noticed my shock. “Yeah, I know, it’s big. Sometimes it’s a good thing, and sometimes it’s not.” He smiled. “But don’t worry. I know how to use it.”
I must have turned bright red because I felt a fire wash over my face. I hated it when my tendency to blush gave away my emotions. Besides, I’d already been pretty intimate with this guy—I wasn’t sure why the hell I’d be embarrassed, but something about him was sweet and maybe even a little vulnerable. I really did want him to like me.
“Well, it’s beautiful,” I purred, extending my tongue for a taste of his precum.
“Mmmm,” he crooned, letting his eyes close. He held his heavy cock from its base, as if he were offering it to me. I stretched my mouth as wide as it would allow and engulfed as much of him as I could.
“Oh, fuck,” he hollered, throwing his head back. “Goddamn, sweetie, that feels great.”
I began to piston my mouth over him, my cheeks hollowing from the suction. He put his hands on my head, grabbing fistfuls of my hair, gently rocking his hips to meet my thrusts. I grabbed his muscular thighs for balance—I could no longer see clearly because my eyes were tearing. But I couldn’t stop my hunger.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and relaxed my throat to avoid gagging. I wanted to take him deeper, or at least as deep as I possibly could. His moans sent a jolt through my body, electrified with the knowledge that I could bring him so much pleasure. Every nerve ending of mine was firing overtime, leaving my clit hanging heavy between my legs.
While I worked over Linc, I reached for my pussy and found I was soaked down to my inner thighs. Holy shit, what this guy did to me. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and just as I got ready to swallow his load, he pulled out.
“I wanna come on your tits, darlin’. That okay?” he managed to say, hand on cock.
I could only nod, that’s how fucking hot I was.
“Give them to me,” he growled. “Give me those fucking tits.”
I scooped my heavy breasts with my hands and presented them just in time to catch the white stream of his cum. He showered me in a flood of hot semen, his whole body trembling from the power of his orgasm. My gaze locked with his, and I ran a finger over my nipple to scoop up some of his cum. I popped it in my mouth to savor his taste.
“Goddamn, you’re hot,” he said.
He lifted me to standing and brought me to his desk. He pushed aside his laptop and some papers and lay me back. He’d grabbed a condom from somewhere, and then he stood, positioned at my soaked entrance.
“Are you ready, sweetie?” he asked. He was already hard again. Amazing.
“Yeah, Linc. Just go slow.”
His gaze was locked with mine as he gently opened me to make way for his swollen head. The minute I felt him slide in, I gasped at his size. I knew he was huge and that it might be uncomfortable for a moment, but the way he took his time and watched for my reaction was so loving, I was just blown away.
“Take a deep breath,” he whispered, his hungry gaze not wavering. He had one thumb circling my clit, and as he pushed inside me an inch further, the added pressure in my pussy drew me over the edge. My body convulsed, and I heard myself screaming as my head thrashed and my hips bucked to meet his drives. He watched me come with an expression of happy satisfaction. Before I knew it, he was all the way inside me, and it not only felt good, it felt great—so intense, so full. He leaned toward me, pressing his lips to mine when he released a growl so powerful, for a moment I wondered if he was okay.