I gulp down a knot in my throat and nod.
As soon as he gets up, I can’t take my eyes off him. It is mesmerizing the way that he undresses, finally unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and laying it overtop of our other clothes. His cock strains against the zipper of his pants, and I feel my mouth start to water.
“You like what you see, baby?” He unhooks his belt and drops it to the floor while keeping his eyes on me. The process of unbuttoning and unzipping should not be this hot, but when he pulls down his dress pants and boxers, I can see what was hiding underneath all of that fabric and let out a gasp.
He is big.Definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen in real life.“Oh my god, Patrick. You’re so—”
“Ellie,” he interrupts me with a sharp shift in his tone. “You are not going to like what is going to happen if I get over there and you’re not bent over like I asked.”
As soon as he says it, I scramble to reorient myself, so I’m in the center of the bed facing the headboard. I can’t see him, but the ripping of a condom wrapper lets me know that he is close. The mattress shifts below my knees, and my whole body hums with anticipation.
“Look at you being such a good, little slut for me.” One big hand holds my hips in place while the head of his cock rubs against me, and I can’t take it anymore. I try to push myself back, but his grip is firm. “You poor, needy thing. Do you still want me to fuck you? I need to hear you say it.”
“Patrick, please. I need you so bad.” My words are desperate as I peek over my shoulder, watching him stare down at my body. I have never begged to be fucked before, but Patrick makes me desperate. He lazily strokes his cock a few times likehe has all the time in the world and gives me a small smirk when he meets my eyes.
“Since you’ve been so good—” He doesn’t finish as he pushes the tip in slowly, allowing me some time to accommodate his size, because it is almost too much.
He inches himself inside of me, and I can’t help but put my face down on the bed and moan. “Oh fuck, Patrick. You’re so fucking big. Oh—”
I arch my back trying to get that perfect angle, and even though I am already so full, he gives me all of his length. When his hips meet my ass, he pauses and moves his hands to get a strong grip on my waist. I try to wiggle my ass to increase the friction, but he lets out what sounds like a deep growl and holds me in place. “Fuck, El. You’re too fucking tight. Give me a second, or I might come right now.”
His thrusts start off slow, sliding gently out of me and pushing back in to fill me completely. Every time he thrusts, he makes a low grunting sound, and I’m having a hard time hiding how much I’m enjoying being with him like this.
“You take my cock so good, baby.” His one hand remains with a bruising grip on my waist while he reaches the other in my hair, and a firm grip pulls my head back. He bends over me, and his whisper is right in my ear. “Do you want me to keep fucking you like this, or do you want it rough like in your little fantasies?”
I shamelessly groan as he nibbles on my ear lobe. “Rough, please.”
“Good girl.”
He grips my hair tighter and pushes my face back to where it was on the bed. I was managing to match his rhythm before, but he has claimed control with the hold he has on me. He picks up his pace and slams his hips hard against my ass with each thrust. I feel overwhelmed with the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, and all I can do is moan into the sheets and enjoy it.
Patrick groans out, “I’m not going to last very long with you making those sounds, El.”
There’s a sharp sting on my right butt cheek, and a clap rings through the room.
I whine when he slaps my ass again which makes him laugh. “What, baby? You don’t like that? Your ass looks so good. I can’t help myself.”
He lands one more good slap and then rubs his hand over the spot he just slapped, soothing the pain. I jerk at his touch, but it makes me think about him doing it again—making me hurt and feel good at the same time.
A girl could get used to this.
His hand slips down my stomach as he reaches between my legs. Finding my clit, he pinches it between his finger tips, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “You’re doing so good. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
I’ve lost control of my body as I thrash wildly. There’s an attempt to stop myself from screaming, but when I fail, I bury my face into the covers.
Patrick’s breath gets shallower as he slams into me. “Oh, fuck, El. You got so tight when I did that.”
He moves two fingers in a circling motion over my sensitivity, and I know it’s over. My legs shake, and shockwaves roll through me."F-fuck, Patrick. I c-can't—"
“Yes, you can, baby. Just like that. Come for me.” He doesn’t stop playing with my clit as I tremble under his body, and his thrusts get harder and more frantic. He lets out a euphoric groan and bucks against my ass, the swell of his cock apparent inside of me.
Falling over me, he holds himself up as we both try to catch our breaths. I don’t want to let go of this moment, and I don’t think he does either.
Finally losing the fight with gravity, I plop flat on my stomach, unable to move, while Patrick takes a minute to dispose of the condom. When he comes back, he stretches out next to me in bed.
He is captivated by my messy sex hair, twirling a piece between his fingers. Surrounded by layers of fluffy hotel comforters, we lay there in pure bliss, the whole situation replaying in my head.
Just like that, I am horny again. The look in his eyes and the hardening of his cock tells me the same thing about him.
