Hulk Chapter 10
It was surreal. I kept thinking that I was caught in the hottest wet dream of my life. The way we’d argued then, it flipped to her wanting to be with me. I tried to make sure she knew what she was agreeing to. I hoped to God she did.
Her body left me stunned, and there was so much I wanted to do to it, but I had to settle on a couple.
Those ended up being me worshipping her tits and then tasting her pussy.
All of it made me crave more. When Celeste took my cock in her mouth, I had to fight not to blow.
She instinctively knew what I wanted, and she gave it and more to me.
I ended her session before I blew my load down her throat, though I would do that soon, I hoped.
And now, to hear she wanted me to take her like a savage, cranked my lust to max level.
Sure, I’d always been somewhat rougher when it came to sex than some men, but I never let myself go too far.
And my size was one of the reasons. My cock was intimidating to most women, and I’d tempered my enthusiasm for that reason.
However, in Celeste’s case, she was pushing me to do it.
Her fantasy had my cock growing when I didn’t believe that was possible.
The feel of her bareness surrounding my cock was beyond words.
It was something I’d never done. I always wore a condom.
It was the smart thing to do. And for that reason, regular testing was a must, even if I did wear one.
I hadn’t lied when I told her I was safe.
The sensation of her pussy reluctantly giving away to allow me inside the snuggest haven my cock had ever been in, and the rubbing of flesh on flesh was sublime.
I bared my teeth as I thrust deeper. When I was in as far as I could go, I paused to let her adjust. Her breathing was fast. I was about to ask if she was okay when her pussy clenched around me. I moaned.
“Kai, I’m ready. Take me. I’m yours,” Celeste told me hoarsely.
There was excitement and slight nervousness, but no fear. I kissed her, making it a deep one with my tongue teasing hers.
Breaking apart, I told her, “Thank you.” I meant it. She was giving me a gift.
Pulling back my hips, I paused when only the head remained inside.
Holding her gaze, I thrust hard, burying my cock.
We both cried out in pleasure. Needing to be deeper, I pushed her legs toward her chest more.
Celeste grabbed behind her knees and held them up and wide.
This move freed me to hold her hips and use my strength to work her up and down my length as I plowed into her.
It was a hard, pounding rhythm with loud slapping of flesh.
My cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy, my darker skin against her lighter one, was a visual that drove my desire higher.
My balls smacked her ass cheeks right where her asshole was.
I hadn’t been able to give her ass the attention it deserved.
I wondered if she liked her asshole played with, or even fucked.
Sweat coated my skin as I kept up the pounding. Celeste moaned, cried out to God, and screamed as she orgasmed. And once wasn’t enough. I wanted my woman to be as obsessed with me as I was with her. Sex was one way to make it happen. There were others I’d employ, but this would bind us together.
I lost track of how many times I made her climax.
I teased her clit, sucked and kneaded her tits, and the whole time I stroked away.
It took effort for me not to come, but I was someone who could hold back and fuck until a woman begged me to stop.
I was known for lasting forever and going multiple times a night.
It was Celeste’s plea that made me end this first round.
“Kai, Malachi, fuck. I’m gonna die. Please, oh please, come with me. I’m so close,” she whimpered.
I released the hold I had on myself, and as I leaned over her, allowing my hair-covered pelvis to rub against her clit as I pinched both nipples, I hammered in and out a few more times.
Suddenly, she clenched around me harder than any of the previous times. So hard, I was left immobilized. As her pussy worked my cock, I spilled my load. I groaned and grunted with each jerk.
I roared her name, “Celeste!”
“Malachi!” She shouted back.
When the last jerk faded away and her pussy eased its hold, I dropped down to partially lie atop her.
I had my elbows holding up some of my weight.
Even though our skin was wet and sticky, I craved the contact.
Her hands came up and rubbed up and down my back.
We gasped for air for a bit before our breathing eased along with the pounding of our hearts. Our eyes met. I smiled at her.
“So, did I live up to your dream? Or do I have to do it again to prove I’m better than the imaginary me?” I tease.
“Fuck, if you try to beat that, I’ll die. But as an extremely happy woman. You are far better than the imaginary Hulk.”
“Thank you. So I wasn’t too rough?”
“Oh, I’ll feel it, but it’s the kind of sore I can handle.”
“You’ll need a break then until tomorrow,” I tried not to sound disappointed. But when I had sex before, it was rarely with the same woman. Most couldn’t handle more than one round with me.
Her arms and legs tightened around me. “Only if you need time to rest. I forgot, you’re older. I don’t want to have you stroking out on me.” She smirked as she taunted me.
Growling. I attacked her neck, causing her to scream as I nibbled and kissed it. When I reached her ear, I whispered, “I’ll show you old. I can fuck all night long, babe. I’ll have you unable to walk by morning,” I promised.
“Challenge accepted, Kai.”
I closed my eyes and basked in the wonder of this woman and all that she made me feel and want. It was unbelievable.
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Celeste was soaking in the tub. I’d already had my shower.
I was out in the kitchen making us something to eat.
We expended a lot of energy last night. Both of us were starved.
We ended up going three rounds total last night.
I would’ve made it a fourth this morning when we woke up, but I knew she had to be very sore, so I held back and insisted she soak in an Epsom salt bath.
Despite what I said, I would hate for her to be unable to walk today.
When I got out here, before I started cooking, I called Twisted to see how Capri was doing.
He’d assured me she was great, and the family was having breakfast. Capri and Aliya were talking about shopping.
He asked us to join them for breakfast, but I told him I was already making ours, and we’d be over afterward.
He said to take our time. I heard the unspoken question in his tone.
He wondered if anything had happened with Celeste last night. I’d let him wonder.
As I made our food, I thought of how many of my brothers and old ladies would be speculating on what happened after I left the clubhouse and Celeste followed me.
Or how many saw her on my lap before that?
None of us was embarrassed about the others knowing when we had sex.
Hell, in the past, several saw each other going at it in the common room.
However, I hoped no one thought it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing between her and me.
Church wasn’t until Thursday. It was Saturday.
I’d have to make it known she wasn’t a casual fuck for me.
Surely, as attentive as I had been yesterday and last night, they realized that.
Breakfast was simple, but I hoped she liked it.
When I asked if there was anything she disliked that was typically eaten for breakfast, she said no.
I’d made hearty oatmeal. My recipe contained the standard cinnamon, brown sugar, butter, sea salt, whole milk, nutmeg, and vanilla.
In addition, there were dried cranberries, walnuts, and fresh banana slices.
If you wanted to fortify it further, I’d sometimes add protein powder.
I liked it after my workout at the gym. Along with it were orange juice and coffee, and I’d prepared Canadian bacon.
I stirred the oatmeal so it wouldn’t burn.
Celeste came out of the bedroom. As she headed toward me, I saw she was walking slowly.
Frowning, I pushed the oatmeal off the burner and put the lid on it.
It was about ready anyway. Checking that the bacon wasn’t set too high, I rushed over to her. I wrapped her in my arms.
“Goddamn, I’m sorry,” I told her.
“Sorry? For what?”
“That you’re hurting. Here,” I said, sweeping her up in my arms.
I carried her to the island and kicked a chair out so I could place her on it. All my chairs had cushioned seats. I hated sitting on hard ones.
“I’ll get you some acetaminophen, or do you prefer ibuprofen? If you want something stronger, I can ask Bones.”
“Malachi, stop. I’m fine. Yes, I’m still a little sore, but I don’t need you to carry me or get me pain medicine. The sex was vigorous last night, but don’t think I’m saying no more. You’re large, so it’ll take some getting used to you. Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex.”
I went back to the stove, but I wasn’t done with our conversation. Seeing that the bacon was finished. I turned it off and began serving. First came drinks.
“Do you want OJ? I’ve got coffee, and there’s some creamer in the fridge. I think it’s French Vanilla. Sometimes the old ladies like it. There’s milk, too.”
“Let me help you.” She went to slide off her chair, but I pinned her with a glare.
“Stay right there. I’ve got this. So, what will it be?”
“Juice and coffee with creamer, please. It smells good in here.”