CHAPTER 2 #3
"I am not tearing you, beautiful," Drew whispered, his thumb continuing its gentle, rhythmic stroke over her clit. "You are just very small, and you have been living with a tiny man for three years. Your body forgot how to stretch. You have to let it happen. Relax your thighs. Give it to me."
Jayla took a slow, deep breath, concentrating on the warm, heavy weight of his chest hovering over hers. She consciously let her knees drop wider, allowing her inner thighs to go soft and pliable.
As her muscles slowly surrendered, the sharp burn melted away, replaced by a deep, intense, and unbelievable feeling of fullness. Her body adapted, her wet walls expanding to accommodate the wide width of his four fingers.
"There you go," Drew murmured, a triumphant smile spreading across his lips as he felt her tension dissolve. "That is my girl. Look at that. Four fingers buried right up to the palm."
He slowly worked his hand in and out, a slow, wet glide that made Jayla’s breath catch in a series of sweet, trembling gasps. The wet sound of his hand moving inside her filled the quiet room, a dirty, intimate rhythm that made her heart hammer wildly.
"Mmm... fuck..." Jayla whimpered, her head rolling side to side. "It feels... it feels so wide, Drew. So heavy."
"It feels good, doesn’t it?" he asked, pulling his hand out with a quiet pop that left her entrance gaped, wet, and pulsing in the air.
He reached down, taking his massive, dark cock in his hand once more. The wide head was heavily coated in the clear slick of her own fluids from his fingers, glistening bright under the warm lamp light.
He leaned forward, positioning the massive, dark head directly against her swollen, glistening opening.
"Last chance to back out, photographer," Drew said softly, his dark eyes locking onto hers with absolute seriousness. "Once I put this dick inside you, there is no going back to the way things were. You are going to feel this in your body for days. You sure you want this?"
Jayla looked at the massive head resting against her skin, felt the incredible heat radiating from his shaft, and looked up into his dark, beautiful face. Every doubt, every fear, every lingering memory of Gray’s polite, ten minute routine evaporated into nothingness.
"Put it in," she whispered, her voice rough, steady, and filled with absolute need. "Please, Drew. Put it inside me. I need it right now."
Drew did not hesitate any longer.
He braced his massive left hand on the mattress beside her head, his broad arm forming a thick pillar of muscle over her chest. His right hand held the base of his heavy shaft, aligning the dark, broad head with her stretched, wet opening.
He pushed forward.
The initial impact was monumental. The wide, flared head of his cock kissed her entrance, and for a fraction of a second, her body held its ground against the sheer physical volume trying to enter.
The stretch was immediate and intense, a bright, fiery pressure that forced a loud, sharp gasp from Jayla’s lungs.
"Breathe, Jayla," Drew growled softly, his voice low and steady beside her ear. "Take it. Open up for me."
Slowly, deliberately, he pressed his hips forward.
The wide head pop-entered past her outer lips, sinking into the tight, warm depths of her core.
Jayla’s mouth opened in a silent scream of pure, overwhelming sensation.
Her hands flew up, her fingernails digging deep into the dense muscle of his bare shoulders, scoring dark lines into his chocolate skin.
"Oh my God!" she cried out, her legs shaking violently against his hips. "Drew! Fuck! It is so wide!"
"I know, baby," he growled, pausing for three seconds with just the head buried inside her, letting her tight, wet walls adjust to the massive circumference. "You are taking it like a champ. Hold on to me."
He pushed again. Another inch of dark, thick shaft disappeared into her body.
Jayla felt her internal anatomy shifting, stretching wide to accommodate a dimension it had never known existed.
Gray had never filled her like this; Gray had never even brushed against the edges of what Drew was currently doing to her interior.
This was a complete, overwhelming occupation—a heavy, dense invasion that filled every single millimeter of her core until there was no space left for anything else.
"Inch by inch, Jayla," Drew whispered, his breath hot against her neck as he slowly, relentlessly drove his hips forward. "Take every bit of this black dick."
He pushed deeper. Four inches. Six inches. Eight inches.
With one final, heavy press of his broad hips, his pubic bone struck against her thighs, burying his massive shaft all the way to the root. The broad head rested deep within her, kissing the absolute back of her core with a solid, heavy thud.
Jayla’s entire body locked up. Her toes curled tight, her back arching completely off the mattress as a long, trembling sob of pure pleasure and shock escaped her lips.
"Fuck..." she wept softly, her hands gripping his back as if she were drowning. "Fuck... you are all the way inside... I can feel you in my stomach, Drew..."
Drew lay heavy over her, resting his broad forearms on either side of her head, keeping his full weight from crushing her while keeping his massive length buried deep inside her core. He looked down at her face, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of raw lust and surprising, deep tenderness.
"You took it all," he said softly, a look of genuine pride on his face. "Every single inch. Look at you, Jayla. You are stretched so tight around me I can feel your heart beating against my shaft."
"It feels... unbelievable..." she whimpered, her hips giving a small, instinctive twitch around his broad length. "It feels so heavy... so full..."
Drew let out a low groan as her tight, wet walls pulsed around his shaft. "Do not move like that unless you want me to lose my mind, girl. You are gripping me like a vise."
He slowly began to pull back. The drag of his thick, textured shaft against her swollen, sensitive walls was an agonizingly slow, exquisite torture. Jayla whimpered aloud, her hands sliding down his arms, pleading with him not to leave.
"Do not pull out!" she begged. "Stay inside!"
"I have to pull back so I can hit it again, beautiful," Drew chuckled softly, pulling his hips back until only the wide head remained buried inside her entrance.
Then, with a smooth, powerful snap of his heavy hips, he drove all the way back in.
Slap.
The sound of his hips striking her thighs rang out loud and clear in the small room. Jayla let out a sharp, loud cry, her hands flying back up to grip his shoulders as the rhythm officially began.
Drew set a slow, deliberate, and punishingly heavy rhythm. He was not rushing; he was a man who understood the mechanics of weight, momentum, and friction.
He pulled back agonizingly slow, dragging every thick, heavy inch of his midnight shaft across her raw, sensitive interior, forcing her to feel every single swollen vein of his massive girth before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the absolute root and slamming against her back wall with a blunt, bone-deep impact.
The filthy, soaking sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed off the walls of Room Sixty Three, drowning out the air conditioner with a loud, wet cadence that matched the desperate, trashy whimpers pouring from Jayla’s mouth.
"Tell me how it fucking feels, Jayla," Drew growled, his dark, sweat-glistening face hovering inches above hers as his hips maintained a relentless, punishing pace. "Tell me what that tight little married cunt thinks about getting wrecked by this big black dick."
"It feels... so fucking huge..." Jayla sobbed, her eyes rolling back into her head as her dark hair whipped across the pillow. "You are... you're splitting me completely open, Drew... it's hitting my stomach... fuck, I love it... destroy this pussy... please never stop..."
Drew reached down, taking hold of her knees, and pushed her legs further apart, opening her up completely so he could watch the physical reality of their connection.
The sight was hypnotic. Her small, olive mound was stretched impossibly wide around his thick shaft, the contrast of her pale, tattooed skin against his rich mahogany flesh looking stark, beautiful, and utterly shameless under the lamp light.
A thick glaze of her natural fluids, mixed with the clear pre-ejaculate from his shaft, bubbled around the point of entry with every deep thrust.
"Look at that," Drew growled softly, his eyes fixed on the point where their bodies met. "Look at how wide you are taking me. Your little body was made for this, photographer. You were made to take a real dick."
"Yes..." Jayla sobbed out, her hands reaching down to touch her own belly, feeling the hard bulge of his head moving beneath her skin with every stroke. "Yes, Drew... fuck me... fuck me hard..."
Drew accepted the invitation. His pace shifted, accelerating from a slow, heavy glide into a faster, more aggressive snap of his broad hips.
The bedframe began to creak rhythmically against the wall—creak-snap, creak-snap—as his broad chest dropped over hers once more. He reached out, his long fingers tangling into her long black hair, holding her head steady while he claimed her mouth in a deep, wet, bruising kiss.
Their tongues tangled, tasting coffee, sweet wine, and the salty heat of their shared exertion.
At the same time, Drew reached his right hand down between their bodies, his long thumb finding the swollen, hypersensitive peak of her clit, and began rubbing in tight, ruthless circles while his hips continued to pound into her core.
The combination of the massive, deep stretching inside her and the sharp, relentless friction on her clit was too much for Jayla’s sensory system to process.