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I moaned in surrender, and it seemed like he started to understand that. As if he could read my surrender in my body.
I tried one last ditch attempt to get him to stop, even when I’d made my own mind up to continue. “I think this is a bad idea.”
It was just as I was throwing my head back and letting him do his thing that he stopped.
Just straight up stopped.
His hands moved away. His mouth released the skin of my neck. Then his body soon followed, leaving me feeling cold.
His eyes were wild when they met mine.
I’d never seen them so conflicted, either.
Bayou was a man that made his decisions based on forethought and clinical detachment. He never allowed emotion to get in the way of what he knew to be ‘right.’
And obviously he was trying to battle with his own mind as he struggled to make the correct decision.
Or at least I thought he had been.
Then he was unzipping his pants and freeing his erection.
“You on the pill?”
I nodded.
I had an IUD, but there was no reason to go into that kind of detail at the moment.
“Good,” he growled, tugging at his waistband.
I swallowed hard.
Okay, so he wasn’t stopping. He was pushing away so he could make room for the monster he’d been hiding in his pants.
A monster that obviously required the kind of distance he’d put between us.
I swallowed hard, my mouth filling with saliva as I tried to tell myself that I would stretch. That his cock looked big, but the vagina was made to stretch and elongate to take the penis.
His penis.
My God.
“You’re really big,” I croaked.
It sounded like I’d swallowed a shot of whiskey and was on the verge of hyperventilating.
My head felt like it was full of cotton, and I knew any second my verbal filter would take a hike.
When I got nervous, it seemed to desert me.
“I’m four inches over the standard male norm of five point one.” He paused. “The girth is an inch and a half over average.” He fisted said cock in his hand and squeezed until the point it turned an alarming purple. “I’ve been told that it’s not too big, though.”
Not too big for you to take, was left unsaid.
I wasn’t so sure about that, but with the way I was feeling at that point, I was willing to give it the good ol’ college try.
When he stopped squeezing his erection, a drop of precum formed at the tip, and I licked my lips as I thought about how he’d taste.
His eyes caught the movement and flared white hot.
His pants started to sag where he’d unbuttoned them, and instead of catching them to hold them in place, he allowed them to drop to his feet in a puddle, leaving his muscular thighs exposed as well.
And God, his thighs were just as built as his cock.
Bayou was a big man everywhere, and if I’d seen his legs before I’d seen his penis, I would’ve realized that fact.
“You’re looking at me like you want to devour me,” he growled.
I did want to devour him. “I do.”
“Take off your shorts,” he ordered.
I swallowed hard and went to jump down from the counter, but he was suddenly right there, forcing me to stay.
“No, stay there,” he ordered.
“But…” I started, but he stopped me by placing his hand over my mouth. The same hand that’d just been wrapped around his cock.
“Stay there.”
So I did.
Awkwardly, seeing as he was back pressed up against me, I reached for the button of my jean shorts.
When I did, my knuckles bumped up against the shaft of his cock, and we both froze.
I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out with my hand and clasping my hand around his length.
He felt like a steel pole sheathed in muscle and sinew. Was it normal for it to feel soft and so hard at the same time? And God, it was so warm. I wanted to rub my chilled lips against him.
He hissed and pulled away, saying one word. “No.”
I swallowed hard, knowing instinctively that he was just as much on the edge as I was at this point.
I let him move away and reached for the buttons of my shorts once more.
When I went to slide them down, I realized that I was only going to get them part of the way off. Leaning from one ass cheek to the other, I repeatedly moved them down a bare inch at a time until I had the shorts around my knees.
When I pulled one leg through and went to work reaching for the jeans to get them off my leg, he was back, stopping my next move by situating himself back between my thighs.
The heat of his cock met my pussy, and all thought fled.
All that was there was me and him. My pussy and his cock.
