“Oh,” she breathes.
“You like that?”
She glances up, tongue flicking out to wet her lower lip. “Yeah, a little bit.”
A while ago, myself and a friend collectively lost a bet. He got his dick pierced, and I got a nineteen-forty-nine Ruger tattooed on the underside of mine. It’s not a bad tattoo, though the application of it made me see God. It’s held up despite frequent usage.
“You into tattoos?” I say.
Her brows crease. “The ink is nice, but the rest of it is more what I’m looking at.”
“Thanks,” I say. “How about you flip over, face down, ass up, and let me put it in your cunt?”
She hesitates, so I pick her up and do it for her. Her skirt hitches all the way up, exposing her perfect ass. It really is perfect, round with a hint of leanness and just enough jiggle to shake when I spank her.
She moans, and her toes curl. I spank her again, where her ass meets her thighs. Her cunt tightens, wetness dripping to her clit.
“You know it’s huge, right?” she says.
I brace my knee on the bed, rolling the condom on. Of course, I’ve been told that in bed plenty of times, but that’s standard dirty talk.
“You can take it, baby,” I murmur, taking some lube from the bedside table and working it into her pussy. She whines, spine arching, pushing her ass up. She’s so fucking pretty, I’m starting to feel warm in my chest when I look at her. That’s not normal.
“Hurry,” she breathes.
I position myself, the head of my cock pressed against her cunt. “How desperate are you?”
“Please,” she pants. “I’m so fucking empty.”
My brain hums, and I can’t resist. My hips press forward and she stretches to take me. It’s tight, maybe a little more than it should be. I stroke my hand from her shoulder to her hip, kneading the soft flesh, coaxing her to relax. She does, a little. I grip the back of her neck and push, but I can’t get her to ease up enough.
She whimpers, turning wide eyes on me.
“It’s not going in,” she breathes.
I adjust, pressing her lower and draping my body over hers. “Arch your spine,” I urge. “Try to relax your hips for me, baby.”
She presses her cheek to the quilt. Gently, I push the head back inside her pussy, and she clamps down tight. Alright, this isn’t going to work. I bend, kissing the back of her neck. She shivers, then she melts into the bed.
“Hey, baby, you sure you want this?” I ask gently.
“I do. I want it,” she breathes. “You’re just big, and I haven’t had sex in a while.”
I kiss her nape again. “You sure? You’re tense.”
She doesn’t reply. I flip her onto her back so I can look at her face. There’s a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. Bending, I kiss her mouth slowly, and my dick aches at how intimate it feels. When I pull back, she gives me a tiny smile.
“Maybe I’m a little nervous,” she whispers. “The guy before you…he did a number on me.”
“Would it help if you could watch?” I ask.
Her brows knit. “Watch?”
I extract myself from her and get up, going to the closet beside the bed. One of the advantages of being the owner of a construction crew is being able to build my house exactly the way I want. That includes rolling closet doors that flip to reveal two enormous mirrors. They reflect the room, the bed front and center.
She turns her head to the side. Her reflection gives me a shocked stare.
“What is that for?” she whispers.
