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“Perfect, just perfect,” he hisses. By now, Peter’s rid himself of his clothes, and my eyes go wide as I see the bronzed physique of this man because he’s utterly perfect. Broad shoulders complement six pack abs and developed pecs. He’s got strong, tree-trunk thighs, but it’s what between them that makes me gasp because this man is enormous. My eyes go round.
“I can’t,” I whisper, staring at his massive tool. “You’re too big!”
He merely shakes his head and growls.
“Oh you will, sweetheart,” he says. “Front and back, too.”
Before I can process what that means, two big hands seize the material at my décolletage and pulls it apart. He literally tears the fabric, and the material rips like it’s nothing more than a paper towel. Now, I’m completely bare in front of him, wearing nothing but the shreds of my former outfit, but instead of embarrassment, I’m filled with a luscious heat. I mewl, my hands reaching up to cup my breasts for his viewing pleasure.
“These are for you, Daddy,” I whisper breathily. “Would you like a taste?”
Those blue eyes glow again, but he shakes his head.
“Thank you sweetheart,” he growls. “But I need to taste something else first. Something wet and hot, that’s been begging for my mouth.”
And then his lips are on my sex, his hands gripping my thighs and holding my legs apart as he devours me like a starving man.
“Ahh!” I cry, arching my back off the bed, but Peter quickly adjusts himself and pushes down on my hips, holding me in place as he laps at my juice. That clever tongue circles my clit a few times, making me tremble uncontrollably, and then dips lower to push itself into my waiting hole.
“Fuck you taste good,” he groans, swallowing my female nectar. “Fuck fuck fuck.”
My body is shaking now, and Peter lifts his head to look at me. I whimper at the loss, but he locks his eyes on mine and that gaze is filled with wicked promises.
“You need it, don’t you?” he rasps.
I merely twist on the bed, rubbing my nipples for added sensation. Smiling ravenously, he leans down to bite my clit before licking it again, and then he commands, “Come for me, baby. Come on my face.”
His words are all I need. “Oh god!” I scream, my back arching almost painfully. Then, fireworks explode before my eyes and I’m barreling through space, pleasure sending spasms through my body. A scream escapes my throat as I buck under his ministrations, rolling my hips as he continues sucking my clit until the last shudder of orgasm is drawn from me.
I can’t breathe. I can’t even move. I merely lie there, panting and sated as the handsome man stands, revealing that enormous mast once again. He’s so stiff that the veins on either side throb, and I long to trace them with my tongue. Wetness gleams at the tip, smearing as he strokes himself with his hand, but then he kneels between my parted thighs.
“We’ll go slow,” he says in a gravelly tone. “Don’t worry about a thing.”
Like a whore, I lift my knees so that they’re almost by my ears and reach one hand between my thighs to spread my sex for him, showing him my little hole.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe. “Put it in here. I need it.”
With that, Peter chuckles harshly again before notching his tip at my opening. Then, the pressure begins and I squirm and mewl, closing my eyes.
“Oh my god, you’re so big!” I squeal. The huge man merely grunts, burying his face in my throat.
“I know, but you’re young and you can take it, baby,” he growls. “You’re so slick and wet. Just relax.”
Inch by inch, that enormous rod moves into my wetness, and it’s so huge that I feel like I’m being split in two. Gritting my teeth, I part my thighs even wider, opening them for his penetration, and soon, he’s buried to the hilt within my sweetness. The huge man lets out a throaty moan.
“I knew you could take me,” he rasps. “Not all women can, but you did, Angela.”
With that, he pulls out once more, before pushing back in and I pant with delirium. It feels so good, and then he wraps my thighs around his hips, and drives into me again. His hands dig into my waist as he pumps into me, pounding hard and fast. Every time he enters my sweetness he grunts, and I never knew hearing a man take pleasure from my body could be so erotic. But Peter’s not done yet. He pulls out and flips me over, hauling me up so my back is pressed to his chest, and pushes into me again.
I let out an ecstatic cry, my head dropping back against one broad shoulder.
“Yes,” he rasps into my throat. “Just feel, sweetheart.”
