He runs his large, calloused hand up and over my skin, across my hard nipples and onto my chin, gripping my face. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
I grind back and forth on his lap, my hips moving like they never have before, my body taking over to fulfill a need that’s rising so deep within me that I’m not sure I could say no if I wanted to. I’m ready to give myself to him. “Please. I’m begging you. I want you so bad.”
He growls and lifts me from the ground, carrying me into the camper van. He lands me against the mattress and pulls at my panties, dragging them slowly. “Open your legs for me, sweetheart. I want to see how soaked you are.”
I let out a heavy breath and spread my legs, as he slides two fingers into my slit, pressing in and out slowly.
My head arches back and my eyes shut as he works. His forearms are strong and his fingers are rough. His thumb settles on my clit and he moves it in small circles as my hips grind forward against him, searching for release.
“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please.” My mouth is salivating at the thought of seeing him naked. He pulls his fingers from within me and brings them to his lips, licking my wet pleasure from him like a lollipop he’s been starved of for far too long.
“You taste good, sweetheart.”
“Take off your clothes,” I pant, still writhing up and down against the sheets like an animal in heat.
He lifts his t-shirt off, and exposes his hard, pressed muscles, then unbuckles his jeans and drops them to the floor. His cock is huge. Huge like I’ve seen rolling pins that are smaller. Huge like I have no idea how I’m going to get it inside of me. Huge like… I’m pretty sure he’s not made for virgins huge.
“Are you okay?” He dips into me, sucking up on my nipples. “We don’t have to do this; we can stop and take our time.”
“No. I just… I didn’t think dicks were really that big in real life. Women are always talking about how men lie about their dick size, and the internet said the average was five inches… not three feet.”
He smiles and kisses my collarbone. “Three feet is an exaggeration.”
“Still, though, you’re big.”
He nods. “Do you still want me to stretch that tight little hole of yours?”
His dirty talk has me soaking wet with desire. “Yes. I need you. I need you… now. Please.”
His inked biceps flex beside me as he lowers to my core. He sucks and swirls his tongue around my clit before settling his hips between my legs. His thick shaft nestles against my soaked seam, and he groans, holding my ankles on his strong shoulders.
“Fuck, Josie. Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
I moan, biting my bottom lip as he edges in further. I’m desperate, anxious, and my need for him is so deep that my body is shaking.
He grips my hips and tries pressing into me further but it’s like he’s hit a brick wall.
“You’re so tight,” he groans, pulling away from me.
Cool air rushes in behind him and my heart stops. “Did I do something wrong? I—”
“No, but I need to relax you more so I can fit.”
He flips me onto my back and slides his fingers past my slick folds, groaning as he bends his lips onto my pussy.
“Let me enjoy your taste for a while.” His hands are on my hips now, inviting me closer. “You’re dripping wet.” He inhales my scent and tucks his fingers into my panties. First two, then three. I assume he’s stretching me, relaxing me, priming me for his massive cock.
He sucks my hard clit and thrusts his fingers in and out, over and over as I whine and moan for more.
“Wyatt… I need you to try again. I’m ready for you now.”
A growl more guttural than anything I’ve ever heard rumbles up his throat and out of his mouth. “I want you too, sweetheart, but that virgin body won’t let me have you yet.”
“It will. You just need to push harder.”
He smiles into my slit and licks harder sending me arching off the bed with an orgasm that catches me off guard.
My hips rock and my eyes squeeze shut as I thrust upward into his face, and he devours my pleasure. Groan after groan escapes him as he growls into my core.