I pushed his underwear down and his fully erected cock bobbed in front of my eyes.
My mouth went dry. It was so much longer and thicker than any cock I've had before… All three of them.
I started by licking the silk-like tip, tasting his precum. I then took the head into my mouth and sucked it, darting my tongue to his slit. I kissed my way down to his balls and gently put one in my mouth. I loved the way it filled my mouth, how he grabbed the back of my head with a moan. I was the one on my knees but I felt like I was the one with all the power.
I had to really stretch my jaw to take him in my mouth but I began to suck with a perfect rhythm; a short suck to focus on the head, then a longer suck to get the whole thing down my throat. While I was doing this, I massaged his balls slowly, feeling them full. I continued this pattern, making slow, sweet love to his cock, his taste tantalizing me, urging me to continue. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed my hair in his hands and pulled me up from the ground. Before I even had the chance to stand, his hands ran up and down my body, sliding over every curve. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him, our lips meeting in a fiery, passionate embrace, his hands dropping down and gently squeezing my ass.
He pushed me onto the bed, breaking our kiss to drop his lips down my cheek to my ear.
"Don't move." The sound of his deep manly voice made my pussy even wetter.
He ran his hand over my back and unclasped my bra. He smiled down as he looked at my hardened nipple and brought his lips down to suck it, making it even harder.
I arched my back and let out a moan as he kept doing it.
His calloused hands slid down my stomach to brush the hem of my thong, and I let out a whimper as his fingers slowly reached the lacy outskirts, gently running his fingers in circles on top of the material.
“Colton,” I sighed as he pressed his thumb against my clit, making it tingle.
I thrust my hips upward, biting on my bottom lip. Nothing mattered more than his fingers on my skin.
His hands slowly slid up, reaching the lace at the top of my thong, and slowly pulled it down.I let out a hiss as his fingers started to gently tease my wetness, brushing my slit up and down, before he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth.
I couldn’t help but blush as he kept his eyes locked with mine as he sucked them, letting out a little moan of pleasure.
Licking his lips, he brought his hand back down to my aching core, gently entering me with two thick fingers, my body adapting to them every time he slid them out and in. He bent down as he kept his back and forth motion and his lips trailed down my hips, kissing slowly until he reached my core and replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue.
He started to lick me as if I was his favorite dessert, entering me with his tongue, faster and faster between forceful licks. He suddenly caught my clit between his lips and sucked on it, taking me well over the edge. I rode the waves of pleasure that rushed over my body, making my toes curl as one of my hands groped his hair and the other gripped at the bedsheet.
“Colton!” I screamed as my back arched at the violence of the almost painful orgasm.
I was still shaking from it when he entered me. He was much bigger than any men I’d been with and there was a bit of pain despite my readiness, but it quickly morphed into the greatest pleasure. He pushed me further into the bed as he fucked me into oblivion.
He reared his head back and grunted like an animal as his thrusts turned erratic, bringing a hand to press on my clit and coaxing another orgasm out of me. I’d rarely ever had one orgasm during sex—I didn’t even know you could have two!
I shouted his name as my walls tightened around him and he came before falling on top of me, his heartbeat just as crazy as mine.
He kissed my neck lazily and despite the uncomfortable weight of his body over mine, I didn’t want him to move. I enjoyed the weight of the body of a man who came completely undone by me.
I didn’t need to know Colton to know what he was all about. It was in his behavior, his clothes, his air of authority. He was a man who controlled his universe and yet I brought him to his knees.
He finally disengaged himself from me but pulled me with him, resting my head on his chest.
“That was mind-blowing,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse from his screams of pleasure.
I closed my eyes while running my fingers over his chest, my body exhausted and my mind in a state of plenitude I didn’t think I'd ever reached before.
And before I even realized it, I fell asleep in his arms.
I woke up startled, but this time it was not by the lips or the cock of the man lying beside me. It was by the pink hue of the sky letting me know I’d spent all the time I could in this hotel room.
I looked at his face, barely visible in the discrete light that dawn brought as he slept peacefully, his hand resting softly on my stomach.
I was satiated, my body still humming from all the pleasure he’d given me tonight. I couldn’t believe a man could have that much stamina. Boyfriends I’d had before had given me no more than one orgasm a night, so I thought that was the norm. But not Colton—he’d taken me four times and I was sure I’d be aching everywhere in the morning. I kept on looking at him for a few more seconds, waiting for the negative feelings of what I had done to engulf me. The guilt at giving myself to a man I didn’t know, the shame at all the dirty things I had done and enjoyed immensely, the fear of all the potential consequences of my recklessness.
Nothing came to dim the satisfaction and pleasurable pain I felt between my legs, but I didn’t want to be there when he woke up. I wanted to keep in mind the man driven to the border of insanity by lust—I didn’t want to see the man in the harsh morning light, the man who might want me gone.
I sighed, lifting his hand delicately and sliding out of the bed as carefully as I could, so as to not disturb his sleep.