Francesca #3
“Oh wow…” I said as I scooted up the bed, finally understanding the source of all that arrogance.
His knees hit the bed, and he moved over me before he grabbed my thighs and bent them back.
I felt like a man desperate for pussy, to sink inside the warm flesh of a woman for the night. Except I wanted a fat dick to fill me airtight like a plug. Wanted to be fucked like a whore and bent in all kinds of ways.
He positioned his face between my thighs like he was about to go down on me.
“Do I look like I need foreplay?”
He lifted his head and looked at me.
“Just fuck me.” I grabbed his arm and tugged him toward me. “Please.”
He moved over me, that arrogant smirk absent as his knees separated my thighs. “You never have to beg me, Francesca.”
I pulled my own knees back, bringing them on either side of my ribs. “I’m really flexible.”
He gave a sexy moan as he pinned his wrists behind my knees to keep them in place, having me open and folded underneath him.
Because his hands were locked in place, I licked my palm then swiped it over his head before I guided him inside me, feeling the searing heat of his flesh when I touched him. I rubbed him into my soaking folds.
He moaned again, his cock giving an involuntary twitch inside my folds before he started to sink.
It wasn’t smooth, like I expected it to be.
While I was the wettest I’d ever been for a man, he was just so thick, with a girth as impressive as his nine inches of length.
He had to thrust a couple times to push himself inside me, to finally open me enough for him to sink as far as my channel would allow.
We both moaned at the same time, loud and breathy, his voice deep and mine high.
He didn’t even have to be good in bed to make me come. With a dick this big, it wouldn’t take much.
He stilled inside me, his eyes piercing mine with an intensity I’d never seen another man produce. “Fuck, this pussy…” He started to move inside me, hitting me hard with each thrust, his dick hard as a steel pipe inside me.
I didn’t ask him to wear a condom because the second I’d seen that dick, I’d wanted it inside me, raw, skin-to-skin, our bodies sliding past each other in a gentle friction from my copious slickness.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I fucking looked at you.” He continued to thrust into me, hard and even strokes, his warm skin burning my fingertips with his heat.
“Yes…” I was already there, about to come around his massive dick, my nails digging into his flesh.
“I’m gonna come for you…I’m gonna come so fucking hard.
” I should have been embarrassed by how little it took to get me off.
It’d been so long since I’d been fucked well and he was the sexiest man I’d ever seen, so it was as easy as pressing a single button.
He thrust into me harder, his skin tinting red as sweat formed on his body. “Come for me, Francesca.”
My hand gripped the top of his ass, and I clenched my fingers hard into his flesh, digging deep as I tugged him into me, tears burning in my eyes as my head started to turn left and right, the pleasure inside me too strong to contain. “Yes…yes.”
“Good girl…”
I squeezed my eyes shut, and the tears dripped down the sides of my face.
I moaned in his face, my body tightening around his length with the grip of a python.
My nails sank deeper into his flesh and I felt my hips start to buck automatically, but they were locked in place by his wrists against my knees.
It was the single greatest high I’d ever felt, a climax that was intense and euphoric and earth-shattering all at the same time.
Too many times, hookups had left me unsatisfied, fucking my vibrator the second I got home.
But this man delivered everything he advertised. His big dick energy was the real deal.
“Can I come inside you?” he asked as he continued to thrust into me hard.
I’d never let a man come inside me, at least not a one-night stand. But my mouth answered before I could think about it. “Please.”
He moaned as his thrusts increased, pounding into me.
I stared into his eyes as I palmed his chest, watching him enjoy me, watching him approach his threshold.
“I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.”
“Cristo…” He gave his final pumps and filled me with the sexiest moan I’d ever heard. Again and again, he moaned, his thrusts slowing as he finished, a flush of heat bringing beads of sweat to his handsome face.
Watching him come inside me turned me on even more. My climax had nearly split my spine in two, but now, I was revitalized all over again, soaking wet and ready to go.
He came to a stop but remained inside me, the focus returning to his eyes, and his dick still rock-hard within me.
He really was a special breed of man.
I rolled him onto his back then straddled him, grabbing his wet dick and inserting it back into me as I sat on his lap.
I moaned when I felt myself sheathe him to the base, even when it hurt.
I palmed his chest again, and I clawed him slightly with my nails as I started to bounce on his dick. “Best dick I’ve ever had.”