Fallon #3
A small smile finds my face again as I lean back on my hands and spread my legs for him. “Yes, I am. You should punish me.”
His eyes take in the staircase just outside the kitchen. “Would you rather move this upstairs?”
I shake my head. “No, I want you to fuck me right here, right now.”
Still stroking himself, which is making my vagina drool, he slowly stalks toward me. Taking my hand, he wraps it around his cock, encouraging my up-and-down movements.
He’s rock hard and ready to go. His tip is oozing pre-ejaculate. The sight and feel of this naked god have my nipples tightening and my core throbbing with a fresh wave of need. I can feel my pulse between my legs.
Thrum. Thrum. Thrum.
While working my hand over him, I move it down to his balls, which are bizarrely smooth. As I take him in a bit more, I realize he has no pubic hair. “Why are you hairless down here?” I ask.
He scrunches his face. “The guys on my team told me modern dating entails manscaping. They…umm…made me get waxed for the first time in my life.”
I burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me?”
He shakes his head. “I wish I were. I’ve never experienced more pain, and that includes football.”
My laughing gets louder. God, he’s so adorable. He’s trying so hard. It only makes me want him that much more.
“You didn’t have to do it, but I appreciate the effort.” Bending my head, I lick straight across that broad tip. “Hmm, you taste good too. I love how hard you are for me.” That sucker looks like a missile ready for deployment.
He looks down at himself with an indecipherable expression on his face before nodding in agreement. When his eyes meet mine again, they’re almost pained. “I have never—I mean never—been more attracted to a woman than I am to you. I just…” he swallows, “don’t want to hurt you.”
Hurt me? Looking at him towering over me, I realize our size difference is pretty remarkable.
I shake my head. “I’m not worried. I like being manhandled. I’m not fragile, Jett. Give me everything you’ve got.”
He threads his fingers through the back of my hair before tugging it so I’m forced to look up at him. He brings his lips close to mine and whispers, “The things I want to do to you.”
“I want all of them,” I whisper back before licking across the seam of his mouth.
And then it’s game on.
His lips smash to mine in a kiss that steals my senses.
He roughly grabs my hips and violently pulls my center to his waiting hardness as we fall back down on the island.
The coolness of the marble is welcome on my overheated back.
His tongue plunders my mouth while his cock runs through me until it’s completely covered in my juices.
He slides up and down my slit over and over again. The head of his cock keeps brushing across my sensitive bundle. I thrust up, unable to take this teasing any longer. Widening my legs as far as they can go, I beg, “Please fuck me.”
After several minutes of teasing, he finally reaches down and takes his cock in his hand, bringing his tip to my opening.
I’m squirming, desperate to get him inside me.
I can’t help but take a moment to watch as this giant man struggles with control.
The eroticism of him holding his cock at my entrance is almost too much to bear.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been so ravenous for a man in my life.
“Fallon,” he breathes shakily, “you’re so wet.”
I nod. “Yes. I’m ready. My pussy craves you. Take me.”
“Talk to me, angel face. Tell me what you like.”
“Pin my wrists back. Don’t release them.”
He pinches his eyebrows together. “What?”
“I like to be restrained,” I pant. “Please. No matter how much I beg, don’t release me.”
He hesitates briefly before pinning my wrists above my head as he hovers on top of me. I can see the defined muscles of his tree-trunk arms. So many muscles. I’ve never been with such a brute of a man.
New kink officially unlocked.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I again plead, “Now. I need you.”
He jolts forward and enters me in one fell swoop. He exhales a breath of relief while I inhale one at the shock of his ownership. My jaw goes slack. He’s so wide. I’m being stretched to the max. I’m officially ruined for all other men.
Seated to the hilt, he swivels his hips a bit until I loosen for him. It takes a minute or two, but I eventually do. Good god, he’s so big. The sting of his possession is all-encompassing.
He pulls out and pushes back in on a groan that seems to come from deep in his soul. Knowing how long it’s been for him, I can imagine what he’s feeling. It’s been over eight months for me, and it feels so damn good.
“Tell me, Jett. Tell me how it feels to be inside me. Use your words.”
“Heaven,” he answers without hesitation. “It feels like heaven.”
I nip at his lower lip. “Give it to me, big boy. Fuck me hard and spray my insides white.”
At that, the last of his restraint is long gone as he begins mercilessly driving inside me. It’s like he’s in a different world right now. My sweet, humble man is gone. The beast has been awakened, and he’s taking everything he needs from my body while giving me exactly what I need.
He’s got both my wrists in one hand while his other almost violently cups my breast, pinching and squeezing my nipple.
Our kiss is wet and sexy. It’s all tongue and teeth. We’re both bordering on out of control, but we work well together.
The pace he maintains is almost inhuman. Those workouts have done him well. The man has unrivaled stamina.
It builds and builds until I come apart, screaming as I shatter into pieces right there where I have my morning coffee.
It takes him a few more minutes to find his release, but when he does, it’s a thing of pure beauty. Years of pent-up aggression physically pour out of his body.
And I’m officially hooked.