Page 76 of Big Dick Energy

“I used to watch you walk away from me,” I confessed against her skin, “and imagine exactly this. Spreading you out on my bed. Making you scream my name.”

“So make me.” Her voice was steadier now. A challenge. “Stop talking about it and make me… scream.”

Fuck… My cock throbbed. I'd created a monster.

I knelt behind her, positioning myself at her entrance. She was dripping, her arousal coating her thighs, and I took a moment to look. To appreciate, as I grabbed a condom from the drawer next to the bed, ripped it open, and rolled it on.

Then I dragged the head of my cock through her slick heat, and we both groaned.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?” I pressed forward, just the tip, then withdrew. Teasing. “Because once I'm inside you, I'm not stopping. I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name. Until the only word left in that beautiful head is mine.”

“Dallas…”

“Mine,” I repeated, gripping her hips. “Say it. Say you’re mine. My wife.”

“I’m yours.” The word came out broken. Perfect. “Your wife. Now please…”

I drove into her, and she cried out, her hands fisting the sheets, and I had to hold still for a moment, or this would be over embarrassingly fast. She was so fucking tight. Hot. Wet. Like being wrapped in heaven and set on fire.

“Fuck.” I breathed the word into the space between her shoulder blades. “You feel like you were made for me. You know that? This pussy was made for my cock.”

She clenched around me, and I saw stars.

I pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then slammed back in again, burying myself deep inside her. She moaned into the pillow, and I reached down to turn her face toward me.

I set a rhythm, deep strokes that made her cry out with every thrust. Not fast. Not yet. I wanted to feel every inch of her. I wanted her desperately.

“You're taking me so well,” I murmured, watching her face. “So perfect.”

“More.” She pushed back against me, trying to take me deeper. “Harder. I need…”

I snapped my hips. Once. Hard. She gasped.

“Like that?”

“Yes.”

I gave her what she wanted. Faster now, deeper, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room. I slid a hand beneath her, found her clit, and started circling, adding the perfect amount of pressure.

“Oh god…” Her voice cracked. “Oh god, Dallas, I'm…”

“I know, sweetheart. I can feel your pussy sucking me in.” I pressed harder, synced my fingers to my thrusts.

She shattered. “Dallas.”

Her whole body seized, inner muscles clenching around me in rhythmic waves that pulled a groan from somewhere deep in my chest. I fucked her through it, every thrust prolonging the spasm until she was sobbing into the pillow.

My rhythm stuttered, hips driving forward one last time, burying myself as deep as I could go as I came harder than I ever had in my life. I groaned into her neck, pulsing inside her, my vision whiting out at the edges.

For a long moment, we didn’t move.

I rolled us carefully onto our sides, still inside her, unwilling to break that connection. Her heart hammered against my palm where it rested over her chest.

She was shaking. I pulled her closer.