Chapter 8 – Shay
Chapter Eight
Shay
What just happened to my body? Why do I feel so good?
There’s intense tingling between my legs and it feels like I’m hot and prickly all over.
I can hardly breathe. Now, every little touch from Cody sets off this craving in me that I didn’t even know I had.
The change almost sets off total panic. But my new husband kneels between my legs and he keeps looking up at me past impossibly beautiful lashes for a man, and sexy cerulean eyes.
I don’t know what to say, how to be anything other than an awkward mess.
I answer Cody’s question, but then it’s just…
quiet. He lowers his head and kisses the top of my thighs.
Again – explosion. I have to bite back a moan and he hasn’t even touched me, really.
That warm creamy sensation presses against my insides again and juices leak out.
Cody just moves his kisses to my other thigh. Tingling spreads through my body.
More desire. I feel too scared to ask Cody to do all that work to please me again but…
the things he did with his tongue will linger for a long time.
My heart rate intensifies as Cody’s face gets close to my pussy again, but he doesn’t dive between my legs again.
Slowly, his face moves away and kneeling before me, I notice even more about his body than before.
Cody takes his shirt off. I freak out internally. He’s hot. Holy fuck. My new husband who just had his tongue millimeters away from my asshole is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. I initially thought Cody was handsome. Muscular. Had a nice face despite never smiling.
But his body is out of this world. I want to reach out and scrape my hand down his perfectly chiseled abs to prove to myself that they’re real.
It does not feel like the slab of human marble in front of me is a real person, but I watch that firm chest heaving with each breath and know that Cody is very much a living, breathing human being.
Fear surges through me next.
I’ve never seen a guy who looks like Cody standing next to a woman like me in public.
Ever. Sure, I know in theory plus-sized black women end up with chiseled white guys.
We all know a friend of a friend whose cousin knows a woman who ended up with a sexy, six-foot-five white guy who respects black women at his core.
But how many of us have actually seen that? Not me. And I feel insecure as fuck, but also like I have to protect myself from any potential pain when I wonder – what the hell is wrong with Cody?
He’s too hot.
Cody tosses his shirt on the ground. His gaze emanates this new, lustful heat that travels across my skin.
“I have to warn you, Shay,” he says calmly, running his flat palm over the top of my thigh. “What I’m about to do might hurt you…”
Nervously, we make eye contact again. There’s a lingering sense of sadness on Cody’s face which makes me think this isn’t regular dirty talk.
“You don’t have to hurt me,” I respond slowly. Is this the catch here? My heart pounds. Oske promised I wouldn’t have to worry about violence from Cody. She promised that he would protect me and if he didn’t, she would find a way to raise hellfire. So what hurt could Cody possibly mean?
“No,” he says. “It wouldn’t matter how hard I tried.”
“Explain.”
A flush spreads across my new husband’s face. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t expect this. I couldn’t have guessed at all what Cody would say to me.
“I have a freakishly large cock.”
What? Cody’s tongue travels around the inside of his mouth. He’s embarrassed. I sit there, legs spread for him, stunned, yet not in a position to judge or make any comments. Isn’t it a good thing for men to have a big dick? Cody’s tone doesn’t come across like he’s bragging.
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask him, not trying to be an asshole, but I don’t want my husband to feel this insecurity that has him on his knees with his head dropped, expressing more shame than I expected to ever see on his face.
It’s strange to see a giant like this vulnerable.
He glares at nobody in particular then stands up in front of me, rising from his kneeling position to drop his boxer briefs in explanation.
Cody’s pants and the heather gray fabric of his boxer briefs slide down the length of his immense, muscular legs and drop to the ground.
He steps out of both with powerful legs, each the size of a large tree and rippling with well defined muscles all the way up the length of his femur until his tapered hips.
My eyes snap to the member on display. An invisible hand wraps around my throat. Every cell in my body activates with a mixture of surprise and pure terror. I try not to react externally. The last thing you want a man in his position to think is that you genuinely believe him to be a freak.
But that dick is…
My mouth is too dry to swallow.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
Cody’s cock must be around the length of my forearm, a physically impossible seeming eleven inches.
You never realize how ridiculous that dick size sounds until you see it in person and realize that fitting that thing inside of you would pin you to the bed, rendering you immobilized beneath its possessor’s weight.
A dull ringing grows louder at the base of my skull, following the dryness in my mouth.
The tip of Cody’s powerful, seemingly angry cock drools.
The veins wrapping along the length of his monstrously large dick only add to its appearance as a ghoulish, almost leg-sized protrusion from his gigantic, muscular form.
“Does that explain things?” Cody asks, his eyes darting to mine. I wish I didn’t look so horrified. He looks so… scared of rejection. Truly fearful.
“I’ve only been able to make love a small number of times,” Cody says. “It hurts my partner too much and… I thought that a bigger woman… I never tried but…”
He trails off and clenches his jaw. He thought he might be able to have a relationship with me because I can’t leave. Because he might have a chance to have intimacy with someone that he’s otherwise cut off from.
His cock really is enormous. And I don’t know what to do to make him feel less freakish about it.
So I act out of character. And far out of the contract.
Keeping eye contact with Cody, I slide off the bed and onto my knees.
It’s only fair, right? He did the same for me.
Cody groans and throws his head back. That initial fear travels straight down my chest.
This could at least delay my suffering. And calm him down. And make him feel like less of a freak for his massive cock.
Not just that. Seeing Cody’s member triggers a strange urge to do this.
I’ve never felt a hypnotic draw to an exposed cock like this.
But I want to taste him. It’s just so big.
I question if I can fit him in my mouth.
And the drooling clearish fluid dripping from the tip of his dick makes me curious, rather than disgusted.
The wetness and splattering between my thighs turns into a warm magnetism towards Cody that extends into every physical action.
I gently beckon for his large thighs and Cody eagerly steps forward.
His cock is so big that even a small step towards me and he almost smacks me in the face with the huge, untamed organ.
Cody’s dick ignites a searing terror through me.
My mouth can barely open wide enough to fit the head.
The best I can do at first is sticking my tongue out slowly and rolling it around the head of Cody’s cock.
He shudders and makes an effort to restrain himself with a deep-throated grunt.
His cock jerks forward, almost smacking me in the face.
My tongue swirls around the tip again, sliding over that little opening and sending another surge of pleasure through my new husband’s body.
My mouth widens around Cody’s cock. I can take the head now and feel the stretching at the sides of my lips as my determination pushes me to suck on him, not just lick the head of his dick.
My mouth is full almost instantly from just the head of Cody’s dick, like fitting a small apple in my mouth.
I have to breathe through my nose and get my mouth wetter and softer to accommodate him.
He can’t hold back his groans anymore. I don’t stand a chance of getting more than half Cody’s dick down my throat.
But he’s so grateful. He touches the top of my head, more to show that gratitude than to take control.
It shocks me that he isn’t rough with me — what, with a dick that big, I wouldn’t be that surprised if he acted like a barbarian.
Instead, his fingers are gentle and my mouth finds some give, allowing me to take the head and some of Cody’s shaft into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he grunts instantly, and loudly. “It’s deep… It’s so…”
I feel his effort at restraint, but Cody’s primal urges take control.
He pushes his hips forward, stretching my mouth and plunging deeper.
The tip of his cock scrapes the back of his throat.
I gag and he makes a new, full-throated masculine grunt and taps the top of my head, a gesture I don’t understand until I feel something hot gushing out of him and coating the back of my throat.
The underside of my tongue flattens against his shaft as my lips form a tight elastic seal around my new husband’s cock.
The eruption continues in my mouth as Cody holds my head in place, feeding my throat with every drop of his seed until he shudders and pulls out of me, nearly smacking me in the face again with his enormous drooling dick as he struggles to gain control.
The red flush spreading out all over his body starts around his chest and then across his cheeks.
Cody doesn’t take his eyes off me and I can’t stop looking at him.
I wish I could. I don’t want him to think…
anything. I don’t want to think at all. Cody spares me the trouble.
He touches the bottom of my chin, gesturing for me to rise.
I stand slowly. Shaking. There’s a salty, heavy taste of his skin in my mouth.
He tasted good. So good. And the salty fluid he drained down my throat only makes me feel closer to him.
I don’t know why. My heart races. Cody’s brows furrow.
I can’t read him at all. Then he grabs my cheeks and kisses me — even if I have his cum sliding down my throat.