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When she slipped my jeans a few inches down my hips and knelt in front of me, I nearly burst out of my boxers with anticipation. Clearly, I’d really psyched myself up back at the office because I couldn’t remember ever being this excited to be with a woman before.
Her fingers were visibly trembling as she knelt down in front of me and then reached inside my boxers to wrap a cold hand around my thickness. I winced at the temperature change but quickly grew accustomed to it. She pulled me free, and I bit back a smile as her eyes widened. Women were always surprised by my size. I wasn’t a small man by any means, but there was nothing about me that suggested I would be bigger than average.
Much bigger than average.
She looked up at me and licked her lips, and that was enough to make me twitch. Seeing her on her knees with her hand around my cock was a beautiful sight. And it only got better.
Samantha leaned forward and circled her perfectly pouty lips around my hardness. The warmth of her mouth was incredible. She swirled her tongue around me, scraped her teeth across me lightly, and then plunged down onto me until I was sure she’d choke.
I wanted to curse, cry out, grab the back of her head and hold her there forever. Instead, I stayed perfectly still, trying to keep the fire in my belly from raging out of control. Yet. There would be a time for that. Now wasn’t it. This was a test.
Her head bobbed back and forth along my length, turning from side to side, rotating around me with her tongue and her teeth and her lips. She pulled out and then blew on my tip, sending shivers and trembles down my legs. Her hand wrapped around my base and twisted, meeting her lips so she could work me from both ends.
I lost track of time. It could have been a minute or ten. An hour or a week. Sometime during the blow job, I’d closed my eyes and tipped my head back. My hips were bucking into her mouth ever so slightly. I tried to stop them, but it felt too good. In fact, it felt too good. I felt myself beginning to summit, preparing to reach the top and jump off. But I wasn’t ready. Not yet.
“Stop.”
She froze with her tongue lapping against my tip, her hand pumping me into her mouth.
“I thought I was…” she started, but didn’t finish.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her to standing. Then, without a word, I ripped off her panties, turned her around and bent her over the bed. I quickly finished taking off my jeans and boxers and pulled my shirt over my head, my eyes trained on her round ass the entire time. She spread her legs a little more, preparing for me, and I had to stifle a groan.
I pressed my hand to her lower back and grabbed myself with the other, lining up with her opening. She tensed as I brushed against her, and she didn’t even have time to relax before I thrust forward.
She cried out in surprise or pain, I couldn’t be sure which. But I didn’t stop. I continued diving deeper, pushing against the resistance, using my hand to pin her to the bed when she tried to stand up, tried to wriggle away.
When I was all the way inside of her, I paused and let her adjust. Slowly, the tension between her shoulder blades eased, and I saw her relaxing down into the bed, her breathing becoming steady.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“Good,” she whispered.
“Tell me how good.”
My command was met with silence, so I lifted my right hand and slapped it down across her skin. Immediately I could see the red imprint of my hand on her ass cheek.
“Tell me how good,” I repeated.
“So good,” she whimpered. “I’m full.”
I licked my lips. “Have you ever been this full before?”
She shook her head. “I’ve never been with a man so big before.”
“Does it feel good?”
Without warning, Samantha circled her hips back into me, somehow letting me settle even deeper between her legs, and moaned. “It feels incredible.”
Her pleasure seemed real, but I didn’t have time to think about it. My pleasure was real, too. She was tight and warm, and I had been thinking about this all day. I slid almost all the way out of her and then sunk back in. She groaned, her face buried in the mattress, but I wanted to hear her scream. I grabbed her long blonde hair, pulling until her face was lifted off the mattress, and then I did it again, sinking into her in one stroke.
“Yes,” she groaned.
I kept her hair tightly fisted in one hand, and I wrapped the other around her hip, grabbing the flesh of her hip for leverage as I plowed into her over and over again. With every stroke, it became easier. There was less resistance. I felt her growing wet, excited.
