Page 32 of Pride

He continued to pummel me with ten inches of cock, one thrust at a time, slamming my hips into the edge of the counter with each stroke.

Eventually, my cramp faded. Either that, or I simply got used to the pain. Maybe it was that it was replaced with an earth-shattering orgasm. One that all but caused me to go blind.

“Holy fuuuuuuckkkkk,” I groaned.

My entire body felt like it shattered into bits.

He held himself deep, pressing the base of his shaft against my throbbing nub. A tingling ran through me like a shock, taking with it my ability to reason.

And stand.

I all but collapsed on the floor in front of him. Half sitting and half laying on the floor at his feet, I looked up. Confused on all matters that pertained to what had happened, but fully aware that I’d been fucked senseless, I parted my dry lips.

I was going to apologize, and thank him for what he’d given me. We were truly cut from the same sexual cloth, there was no doubt.

I dragged my tongue along the roof of my dry mouth, preparing to speak. Just prior to doing so, I realized he was stroking his cock. I arched an eyebrow, and exhaled.

“Jesus.” I drew a long breath. “You just fucked me like a boss. I’ve never, and I mean never--”

A spurt of warm cum blasted against my face, preventing me from continuing. And then, another. And, another. The cum shower continued until he’d exhausted himself – and I was covered in his spunk.

“Holy fuck,” he said. “That was hot.”

I wiped the cum from my eye sockets, and looked up at him. “I thought my leg was going to give out. You didn’t hear me screaming about the cramp?”

“I heard you.”

I flung a handful of cum against his thigh. “Seriously?”

He looked at the cum, and then at me. “Yeah. I heard you.”

I wiped my other eye. “Why didn’t you stop?”

He shrugged. “When you’ve got a cock this small, you’ve got to be creative.”

I flung another palm of cum in his direction. “Asshole.”

“And, my feet are average. They’re an eleven.”

“Small dick, average feet, and a big head, huh?”

He folded his arms over his chest and glared at me. “You think I have a big head?”

“I think I like it when you’re pissed off at me, that’s what I think.”

“The big head remark just might get you fucked again,” he warned. “Before that cramp heals.”

I stood, wiped the remaining cum from my face, and looked at my hand. “Your head’s not big.” I looked up and smiled. “Not at all.”

He wiped the cum from his thigh and met my gaze. “Thank you.”

“It’s huge,” I said with a laugh.

And, I took off running for the back yard.

The back yard that doubled as a beach.

I’d never been fucked on a beach.

But, I was willing to give it a try.

Especially with a man who had a huge head, average feet, and a small cock.

Oh, and a heart as big as Texas.