He was the embodiment of male perfection. My very own Vitruvian Man.
I watched his bicep flex as he took hold of his cock; thick and heavy and hard, pre-cum dripping out as he tugged on it long and slow, making my pussy convulse in expectation.
I wanted him in my mouth, wanted to taste him at the back of my throat.
He scanned the length of my body.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, all laid out in front of me and glistening with need, just for me?” His eyes glazed over and his voice dropped an octave. “This is going to last all night long, Luck. I hope you’re ready.”
I swallowed the saliva which suddenly filled my mouth.
He ran his hands along my calves, moving up my thighs, widening them further as he hovered over me. My body quivered violently.
His lips touched mine. “You blow my fucking mind.”
Holding himself up with one arm, he stroked my cheek with the back of his fingers before they trailed down my body, starting at my neck and slowly traveling over every inch of my burning skin. His gaze held mine, his eyes flashing with the same need he could see in me as his hand moved down. He cupped my breast,his thumb running underneath, brushing my nipples, hardening them to painful proportions.
“God, Drew…” I groaned.
My stomach convulsed as his hand moved lower, his rock-hard cock brushing against my leg. My chest was heaving in rapid bursts; my breath shallow from the anticipation of an impending orgasm I knew would rip me in half. I didn’t need him to touch me to know I was soaking wet.
His fingers slipped through my slick folds, opening me up. My eyelids rolled closed as he slid two fingers inside.
“Eyes open,” he growled, his fingers curling up. “Oh fucking hell, always so ready for me. You’re perfect, Luck. You always feel so good.”
My legs started shaking violently as his thumb brushed my clit. His body moved down mine until his head rested between my legs, his beard scratching softly against the inside of my thighs.
I began to whimper.
“Shhhhh. Not yet, sweetheart. Hold it for me. The first time you come will be on my dick, with me, after I’ve buried myself so fucking deep inside you. But I need a taste before that happens.”
His tongue took a long, flat lick, flicking my clit at the end and sending my synapses shooting furiously across my entire body, making me moan so loudly it would put any porn star to shame - except this was one hundred percent real as he edged me closer and closer to explosion.
There was no fucking way I was going to be able to hold this.
He pulled away, groaning. Rising up, he started sliding the tip of his cock back and forth across my clit, his breathing getting more and more erratic, before positioning it against my entrance. He closed his eyes, stilling himself, and a fresh flood of wetness poured out of me. I was so turned on from seeing him this amped up, from seeing how much I affected him.
“Drew, please… I need you…”
His eyes shot open, blazing fire. “I’m here, baby.”
He sunk down, moving my legs wider still with his massive thighs, pushing my knees up, holding onto my hips, controlling the movement. A deep rumble travelled up his throat as he started sliding inside me, his dick stretching me out to the max, slowly and deliberately, until I was so full of him I could hardly breathe, the sensation overwhelming.
“Oh fuck, you feel incredible. How is it like this every time?” He rested his weight on his elbows, pushing in to the hilt, his balls snuggling up against me. “Kiss me.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, lifting my head up to meet his. My juices were still glistening on his lips, so I tasted myself as I ran my tongue along them. He swept round my mouth, unhurried and delicious, moving in rhythm with his hips as he pulled all the way out before torturously plunging back in. His massive cock thickened more with each stroke, frying every single one of my nerve endings with white-hot torture.
As if it had a mind of its own, my back arched and his lips moved down, tracing the column of my neck and searing my skin, the imprint of his kisses leaving a watermark along the way, his mouth never breaking contact. I could feel him everywhere, his massive body owning mine as beads of sweat erupted from the sensory overload.
He took both my hands in one of his, pinning them above my head, the other running down the length of my body, curling around my calf and positioning it on his hip. The movement jarred his thick cock against my G-spot, shooting spasms through my pussy.
“Oh Jesus, Em… fuck… this is so good. Fuck, you feel incredible. Every muscle of yours is gripping my cock. You make me so fucking hard,” he growled into my neck, the vibrationshitting me right in the clit, the pressure of my orgasm building to nuclear levels.
“Babe, I can’t hold this much longer. I need it.”
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I did and he rose up on his hands, his hips moving in deep, forceful strokes, pushing himself further inside me every time. He hit my G-spot over and over until my entire body was shuddering so ferociously from the eruption looming and growing inside me. I was almost scared of the force which was about to hit.
