“What now?” I whispered, as my hands gently caressed the myriad of inked designs on his smooth, sculpted chest.
With his scorching gaze on me, he began to work the buckle of his belt. In no time his pants were undone. Smoothly he pushed the material, along with his briefs, down his hips, and his cock sprung free.
Now I understood why he had said he needed me to be really ready and wet first. His cock was eye-wateringly massive. Stunningly thick and erect, it was pale in the dark with light green veins snaking along its surface. Those snakes pulsed making it look angry and beautiful.
Like a child examining a new toy I reached out to touch that beautiful cock, my hands circling around the base. He let me. I sized him up with my hands, my fingers running across the bulging veins that ran down the length. I wished now that the lights were on so that I could see him properly. As I stared at his cock in fascination it jerked and a drop of pearly cum appeared on its eye.
How strange. I wanted to lick it. To taste him. To close my mouth around the thick head and to suck it hard. I let my eyes drift upwards. “Can I suck your cock?”
Something flashed in his eyes. A need so strong it looked like it was tearing him apart. Shocked, my hand reached up, as if to comfort him.
But he clenched his jaw and shook his head. “No. If you do I won’t be able to control myself any longer.”
“Do we need a condom?” I blurted out.
“I’ll use one if you want to, but I’m clean as a whistle. I haven’t been with anyone for twelve years.”
I blinked. “Twelve years?”
“Yes, twelve fucking years,” he growled as he pulled me toward him suddenly, and covered my mouth with his. I felt his thick, hard cock press into my stomach.
That desperate need in his eyes made me assume he would immediately thrust into me, but, and as I was slowly beginning to find out, he was obsessed with teasing me until I danced on the point of madness.
He changed his position and stroked the mushroom head of his cock up and down my slit, smearing his cum on my sex, then he rubbed the entire shaft between my pussy lips until his whole cock was completely coated from root to tip in my slickness.
The heat rolled off him in waves, and I could feel my own sex spasm in anticipation of being filled to bursting by him. I couldn’t wait any longer. I licked my lips, eager to have him inside of me. The need to be filled and stretched by him was almost violent.
“Fuck me,” I rasped out.
His eyes were so dark they were almost black as he took hold of his cock, and positioned it at my entrance.
Excitement buzzed through me like a drug. He started to push into me, and my eyes fluttered shut. God, he felt unbearably big, much bigger than I had imagined. If I had not been looking down and watching his cock enter me I would have thought someone was trying to thrust a freaking football into me. It felt as if he was splitting me in two. For a moment, I doubted it would be possible for him to go any further. And yet I was desperate for him to fill up that empty hole inside me.
“You okay?” he asked, concern in his voice.
I nodded.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised.
My hands went to grab the clenched cheeks of his ass and he took his time, filling me inch by excruciating inch until he was about halfway into me. The discomfort was gone. I felt beautifully stretched. It was wonderful.
Then he gripped the underside of my thighs, and with a hard thrust, rammed the rest of his length into me. My sex convulsed around him, greedy and ecstatic. The moment I had waited for all my life was here. I was finally complete.
26
Caleb
I almost couldn’t believe it was happening. To her, this was probably just a great time with an attractive stranger, but to me this was everything. For twelve years, all I’d been able to think about was the day I would be joined to the missing piece of me that had been torn away all those years ago.
And tonight, it had finally happened. I had always imagined it would be in the most lavish of places, befitting of the treasure she was to me, but looking at her now spread out on my desk, it seemed perfect.
As she shuddered against me, I looked down at her in awe. This was the woman of my dreams. The one that I had given up everything for. My Willow.
I had my dick in her, but I still didn’t feel worthy of her. She was too fine, too good, too precious for me. But there was no one else worthy of her either. I told myself, I didn’t deserve her but no one else in the world could love and cherish her the way I could. And that was that.