Chapter 9
Ellinor
He’s taking me back up the mountain, and I’m about to be shoved off. The orgasm mountain that is. 1His mouth is fucking magic, and don’t get me started on those long rough fingers. I’m staring down at him while he’s eating his heart out. The second time. His arms and neck are littered with patchwork tattoos. I wonder if they have any meaning.
Fuck, I’m gonna come… Again. Pulling at his chestnut hair, shoving his head harder onto my throbbing clit, I throw my head back, screaming, “I’m c-coming!”
Spots blur my vision, and I close my eyes and ride the wave. My legs are convulsing, squeezing the life out of his head. My breathing is as if I’ve just run a marathon, and he’s acting as if he’s just getting started.
Fuck, I underestimated this one.
I thought he was just a big, dumb, pretty football player that was going to be a decent fuck. I haven’t even seen his cock yet, and I’m ready to start begging for it already.
He leans back on his knees, and I’m appreciating the view. Those are some of the thickest thighs I’ve seen on a man. Why are men’s thighs so fucking hot?!
He goes to stand up and pulls his briefs down to unleash the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. In person, that is. But I feel like in porn, they always look bigger than they are. My mouth is hanging open. It’s not just long as fuck, it’s thick too.
“What are your plans with that thing?” I shriek, pointing at it like a venomous snake. He’s grinning down at me—an evil fucking grin—fuck, he knows he’s hot shit. He throws his head back and laughs.
“This is my favorite. Reactions to my dick. I should probably start recording them. Yours has been one of the best so far,” he says with a shrug and chuckles like it’s no big deal.
“That weapon needs to be registered.” Sitting up, I reach to run both of my hands up his massive thighs as he stands before me. I can’t help but appreciate the veins littering his legs by tracing them with my fingers. “I need the leg day workout routine. These things are perfect.” I see his cock flinch at my compliment. “Oh, do you like to be praised? I can work with that.”
“Now that’s a new one. My cock is in your face and you’re complimenting my thighs? And yes, I love some praise, who doesn’t?” He chuckles and adds, “I like you.” He laughs again, but I stiffen at the “I like you” statement. I’m not doing the feelings. I can’t. I just need some good dick and to kick him out while I can.
Fuck, here goes nothing…
Wrapping my hand around this piece—Yep, fingers don’t touch… cool, cool… After giving a few lazy tugs, I lay down on my stomach. Thank god I have a higher bed. “Come here, let me get a taste of you,” I whisper, pulling him closer by his ass. He looks slightly shocked that I’m about to suck his dick, but he wipes that look off his face quickly when I take him as deep in my throat as I can.
I like being in control in the bedroom most of the time. It depends on my partner. Nash here looks like he’s ready to be told what to do. I was expecting to have to finish myself off when I kicked him out after. Which is what I’m used to, especially with the one-night stands that I’ve been having here and there.
Running my tongue back up his thick shaft, circling along his entire swollen head and paying special attention to his slit, I lick up some of his pre-cum and groan when his taste hits my tongue. Pulling away I mutter, “You taste hellish.” He’s pulling my hair up and wrapping it around his fist. Fuck, why does he know what he’s doing? And why is it so hot?
Sliding him further into my mouth, stretching my lips to the max, I’m just trying to make it at least to my hand that’s holding on strong at his base. Bobbing my head up and down, my hand is matching the movement while I reach my other down to rub my clit. Obviously, two orgasms weren’t enough.
Before I can even blink, he has me flipped over on my back. My legs are pulled up to my chest, his fat cock is shoved back into my throat, and his hand is taking over on my greedy cunt. Oh, fuck.
He slaps my clit three good times. “Mi Amor, you belong like this. Look at this pussy,” he grits out, slapping a few more times. “She’s dripping for me. Let’s see if I can get another.”
I let out an involuntary whimper. I don’t know if it’s from the fifth slap or his filthy words. He starts picking up speed, fucking my mouth. I’m a groaning, gagging, and spitting mess, but this is the hottest foreplay I’ve ever experienced.
Out of nowhere, I feel his hand leave my pussy and land on my hip; his other grabs the other side. He’s squeezing hard enough to bruise, and that makes me even wetter that I’ll have marks on me tomorrow. Before I know it, he’s picking me up and bringing my cunt right to his greedy mouth.
I pant out, “Well, this is a first for me. I’m supposed to be showing you the tricks.” He dives back into eating my dripping cunt, and I’m bobbing up and down his cock while suspended upside down. I don’t know if it’s from all the blood rushing to my head, but I’m spinning. Crossing my legs around his head, and using his mouth while I have it, I try to bring this man to his knees with my dicksucking… although, it’s probably not smart while I’m latched onto him like a goddamn koala bear.
Hissing out through his teeth, he says, “I don’t want to come down your throat.” As he starts to rock his hips going against his words, I take my legs and push his head back between my thighs.
“Suck that clit like the good boy you are.” He lets out the loudest moan. “You like my dirty words? Because I love yours.” I can feel him nodding his head in between my thighs.
I’m grinning in my head because I definitely can’t with my mouth stuffed plum full. I enjoy bringing pleasure to my partners; I think it goes along with liking to be in charge, and what’s better than being in charge of someone’s orgasms?
Wrapping one arm around my waist, locking me in place, I feel him reach down and pull my head off his cock by my hair. “Keep that up and I will come down that tight throat of yours.”
“Did you like fucking my face with that fat cock, Big Boy?” That nickname has a new meaning now.
He flips me back right side up and sets me down on my feet. I’m just gawking at him. He asks, “What is it?”
“You just threw me around like I weigh nothing.” I cower away, embarrassed.
Grabbing my chin he pulls my face to look up at him. “I bench probably double your weight and squat more than that. I don’t want you ever thinking your body is anything but perfection.” I nod but pull away from him at the same time. This all feels too intimate for my liking.
Walking over to my nightstand with all the goodies, I pull out a condom, tossing it at him. He stands looking at it like he has no clue what to do.
“Do you need help?” There’s no way he’s a virgin, right?!
“This ain’t gonna fit, Mi Amor.” He hands it back, going to grab his pants. Pulling out his wallet, I hear him mutter quite a few cuss words. Normally I would laugh and say, “yeah the fuck right, just put it on,” but the piece on this man… He’s not lying.
“I don’t have any on me.” This fully grown, big-ass man is pouting. Lower lip out and all.
“I’m clean and have the implant.” Holding up my arm, I fake flex to show him the birth control implant in my arm.
“I’ve never had sex without one…” he trails off, looking kind of nervous.
“No pressure, seriously.” My words are cut off by him kissing me. Shoving me back onto the bed, his full weight on top of me, he grinds his rock-hard cock against my thigh. God, I love the feeling of his weight on me.
I pant out, “I need your words.” I’m not going to force him into anything he’s not comfortable with. Especially with this being a one-night stand, and I’m sure all kinds of women would want to trap this freshly signed Pro player with a baby. It would honestly be more of a trap for me. I have too much shit to do to have to take care of a kid right now.
“Y-yes, please, fuck me,” he begs breathlessly. So, so beautifully, I might add. I love begging men.
Pushing on his shoulder and throwing my hip up, putting some of my jiu-jitsu training to use, I tell him, “Lie back and enjoy the show, Big Boy.”
Straddling his tight waist, I groan just from this image. His slutty little waist, the big ass thighs, plus his bulky chest and arms. Fuck! Why are men so hot?!
“You like what you see, Mi Amor?” He throws my words right back in my face, a smirk covering his. I’m shamelessly grinding my pussy all over his cock. My hands rest on his solid stomach. “These ripped-up fishnets should not be this sexy,” he groans out. Running his hands up and down my netted thighs.
“Mmhmm.” I shake myself out of my drooling state. “You’re sure about this?” I’m rocking my hips back and forth, pussy spread over his length.
“Yes, I want you bare. I trust you.” He nods his head at me. I grip him, lining him up, and sinking down just onto his tip. The stretch is almost unbearable.
“Fuck, you’re too big,” I pant out.
He’s grinding his jaw. “So tight, fuck, I’m not going to last.” I just want to get the pain out of the way. I’m about to slam down, but he senses it like before, like we’re floating on the same wavelength, and grabs the bottom of each of my thighs. “Rub your clit,” he says while looking me in the eye. “Now. It will help with the burn.” I guess when you have a cock like this, you know how to make sex enjoyable, even with one-night stands. I’m already wanting to take this country boy for another spin.
I reach down but decide to be a menace and shove my two fingers into his mouth to wet them. Smirking down at him, I pull them out, circling my clit hard and fast. He’s still holding me up but now slowly letting me sink further to take all of him.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Elle.” Fuck, that nickname shouldn’t make my stomach butterflies take off, but it does. It brings Marcello back to the front of my brain. He would always call me that.
I start rocking back and forth, chasing yet another orgasm. “Greedy pussy wants to finish again?” I feel myself nodding my head in agreement. I might just be able to come with his filthy words.
“I love a good boy with a disgusting mouth.” I throw my head back with a moan.
He has his eyes closed now, almost looking like he’s in pain. “This feels too good. Fuck, Mi Amor, you feel so good.” His stomach muscles bunch as he sits up to kiss up my neck and around my jaw. Grinding back and forth knowing this hits the spot inside me the best, he must know what I’m doing as he places a hand on my lower back and one right below my belly button. Not minding my rolls whatsoever.
“You are ravenous, aren’t you?” Is he talking to my pussy or me, because yes. He starts to take the rocking of my body into his own hands, literally. I’m still rubbing my clit, and I’m close to reaching orgasm in record time while fucking a man. “Keep going,” he lays down and shoves his middle and pointer finger into his mouth. What does he think he’s doing with those?
“Have you ever had two cocks at once?” I have to have the stupidest look on my face. Is he joking? Men don’t like to share; they’re too possessive and jealous.
“No, why?”
“Relax, and keep rubbing that pretty clit for me.” He starts to rub both fingers around his cock right where it’s entering me. He gets one finger in me alongside his already massive cock.
I tense up. “It’s too much!”
“Trust me, it’ll feel so good.” I nod, relaxing again. He gets his second finger in me and reaches my G-spot with a sick ease. I don’t know who trained him, but I’m not asking any questions. He starts fucking me from the bottom and keeps those fingers pressed into that perfect spot.
I’m about to explode, but I want him to come with me. “I want you to come in me, please.” Bouncing up and down on his fingers and cock, picking up speed while rubbing my clit, I’m climbing and climbing. My vision starts to blur, my eyes close, and I throw my head back in bliss. I know I’m close now. Suddenly, I feel the sting on one of my boobs, and I hear the echo of a slap. I gasp out, “I’m c-coming! Nash!” Pulling his hand out of me to hold both of my hips, he somehow shoves impossibly further into me.
“Ellie, fuucckk, I’m coming. I’m coming in you!” Fuck, that shouldn’t be as big of a turn on as it is.
I think we both just discovered a new kink.
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