Because that was all it took for me to detonate against his perfect mouth.
“There you are,” he growled against my thigh, pressing a soft kiss there before pulling away.
When he crawled up the bed between my thighs, my heart hitched.
His cock dragged along the bed linens, trailing precum the entire way.
Lucky sheets.
“Put your cock in me,” I begged.
His eyes were humor-filled as he said, “Yes, ma’am.”
He notched the head of his cock at my entrance and circled it, coating himself with my wetness.
When he was nice and wet, he slid the tip in until it caught, then pulled back out.
He did this over and over again until I was so full of him I thought I’d never be the same again.
Death by dick.
That was what was going to happen.
And what a way to go…
“I’m so full,” I breathed.
He groaned, pressing his face against my throat. “I’m only halfway.”
I shivered at his words.
“Are you sure?” I teased breathlessly.
“Fairly fuckin’ sure.” He groaned. “I don’t have a tape measure or anything, but I can definitely feel.”
I hooked my feet around his thighs and pulled.
He gave me a little bit more.
“Oh god,” I replied. “How about now?”
“You got maybe half an inch,” he panted.
“Try now,” I urged, arcing my back.
He did, pulling back slightly and pushing a little farther back in.
“Shit.”
“Are you sure that you’re not all the way in?” I pushed.
He caught my hand and brought it down between us.
Guiding my hand, he wrapped it around the part of his dick that wasn’t buried in my pussy.
It was quite a bit.
Enough that my entire fist could lay comfortably on it.
