Chapter 6
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H is pants hit the floor with a thud, and I’m left speechless at the sight. He’s fucking huge. It’s not just the length, which is impressive enough; the thickness might just take me the fuck out.
“Nope. No. There’s absolutely no way that thing is going to fit.”
He laughs, running his fingers through his thick brown hair. “You’d be surprised what’ll fit given enough attention and time.”
I must not look convinced that there’s enough time in the day to get my vagina to a point where it will take that monster.
“Breathe, Koda. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to. But let’s make a little bet.”
My ears perk up like a damn dog at the possibility of winning something else tonight. My competitive streak gives zero fucks for my brain's logical side worried about our ability to walk in the morning.
“Continue,” I say, sitting up on my elbows.
“I bet I can get you so desperate and delirious that you’ll be begging me to impale you on this.” He emphasizes his point with a long stroke down his cock.
“And how exactly do you think you’ll achieve that?”
“Like this.”
His fingers wrap around my ankles, pulling my ass to the edge of the mattress. He doesn’t bother removing my panties. Choosing to rip the lace to the side for immediate access to lick a long path up my center.
The simple but dedicated approach sends a shock of electricity deep into my core. A rapid dull throb starts, and I worry I won’t be winning this one. His wicked tongue circles my clit, then flicks it. The repeat sensation is too much for my sensitive bundle of nerves without the relief of feeling full. I need it to balance out the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.
I shove his face down, trying to find some reprieve, but he’s ready for the pressure and doesn’t budge. It pulls a distressed whimper from my lungs that only spurs his efforts.
“Zach, please. Your fingers, fuck me with your fingers.”
He pauses his ministrations between my thighs, peeking up at me. His face is coated in a glistening sheen. “It’s a start.” He winks, a cocky grin spreading across his face.
“Motherfu—” The insult never lands because his mouth drops back to my clit. A thick, callused finger drags down my core, pushing gently at my entrance.
I’m well on my way to being desperate, but the thing about me is that I’ve been away at school in a long-distance relationship for the last four years. I’m more than comfortable getting myself off in record time. Between roommates and study groups, sometimes you only have five minutes to flip on some porn and pray you remembered to charge your vibrator.
Zach’s doing his best to draw this out, and I’m over it. I shove my hips down, sinking his finger deep inside. It’s something but not enough to curb the craving.
“More!” I plead, too caught up in the building orgasm to register how quickly I’ve fallen into his trap.
When he doesn’t give in to my needy demands, I let go of my death grip on his shoulder and try to stealthily glide my hand into the mix. The move doesn’t get past him. The free hand he was using to keep my pussy glued to his face shoots out like a viper’s strike. His large hand encircles my wrist, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
“What do you think you’re doing?” His husky voice drips with lust.
“Zach, please. One finger isn’t enough.” The slow pace he’s using to fuck me with said finger keeps its infuriating stride.
“Baby, you’re going to let me eat this pussy, until you’ve soaked my sheets and are nothing more than a mess of whimpering nonsense. When I’ve had my fill, then and only then will I let you go.”
My brain short circuits. That was fucking hot. It's so hot, in fact, that I’m pretty sure his words alone just got us one step closer to his goal.
I’ve had my fair share of head over the years, but it was always obligatory, tit for tat. With Chad, it was never done to get me off or even simply because he wanted to. He just knew it was the fastest way to get me wet enough to shove his cock inside me. How was that not a blinding red flag?
“Now, are you going to let a man eat or keep interrupting his meal?”
His confidence knocks my willpower to guide the ship to a zero. I realize for the first time in my life I might get what I want: a night I won’t forget. One where I don’t have to put in all the work to get us off. What do they call girls who get this treatment, pillow princesses? Fuck it, I’m sold.
My brain halts its internal musings when the orgasm he’s taken time to stoke from an ember to an all-encompassing inferno takes over and burns through my body.
“Fuckkkk!” I scream, filling the quiet cabin. My body trembles in his hold, but his finger in my pussy doesn’t stop drawing out the bliss.
Soft kisses travel up my blazing body, bringing me back to awareness. Zach hovers above me, his swollen lips a breath’s width away and coated in my cum.
“I always knew that little fuckwad of a boyfriend didn’t know how to treat you in the bedroom. Tell me, baby, are you ready for my cock?”
His hips swivel, dragging his thick length between my drenched folds. When the tip glides against my overused clit, I suck in a shocked breath and try to pull away. His tsk of disapproval brushes against my ear as he nuzzles into my neck. His hot, wet tongue glides against the sensitive flesh there before his teeth sink in.
“Yes,” he whispers, adding another bite. This time he soothes it with a suck. “Or no?”
His hips haven’t stopped grinding against me; the friction’s already building my body back into a tizzy. It’d be so easy to drop my knees and give in, but one thing I’ll never be, especially when it comes to men, is easy.
“No,” I say with a sassy lilt to my tone.
His chest bounces against mine, the laughter bubbling out between us. “Challenging me is only going to draw out the inevitable, baby. Remember that when you’re screaming on my cock, coming for the fourth time tonight.”
“You’re pretty cocky for a guy who hasn’t gotten his dick wet yet.”
“Don’t worry about me, baby. I’ll get mine. The wait only makes your surrender that much sweeter.”