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Except that wasn’t the case with Grave.
I was impressed.
With my nails deep in his thighs, I got to work, getting his thickness in my mouth then my throat. I timed my breaths appropriately, making sure I got air before his cock took up every inch of my windpipe. It started off slow and easy, my head and his hips moving together in a gentle dance.
His stoic expression remained, watching me as he slid his hand underneath my hair and gripped the back of my neck. That was when things got wet and sloppy. He tugged me into him and commanded the pace, and I struggled to breathe as his enormous package was shoved into my mouth over and over, saliva dripping out the corners of my lips and down my chin. He seemed to like that, because his face started to tint and he began to tug on me like a rag doll. A preliminary blow job turned into a full-on skull fuck.
He must have decided this wasn’t the way he wanted to come because he edged himself by pulling out.
My dress was unzipped, my heels were slipped off, and my thong was tugged off my hips by his big hand. I figured he’d want a view of my ass as he took me from behind, like all men did, but he flipped me over with his strong arms and got me flat on the bed. His naked body sank on top of mine, his muscular thighs separating mine, folding me underneath him until he had me in the position he liked.
I felt it push inside me, and no matter how wet it was, it was a tough fit. It took a couple strokes, a couple thrusts for his thick head to fit past me and sink the rest of the way. His arms locked behind my knees, and he moved until there was nowhere else to go.
Until it actually hurt.
I winced because the pain of a man’s dick against my cervix was always unbearable. His tap was especially painful because of his length and thickness.
He recognized my discomfort and pulled back enough to minimize the pain.
Another man would have gotten off to it, but he seemed to want me to enjoy it.
With my body pinned the way he wanted, he fucked me with his big dick, careful not to hit me as hard as he did the first time. He did all the work, the muscles of his beautiful body working to thrust into me over and over, his strokes deep and even, his grunts masculine and sexy.
I always recognized a man’s tell for when he was about to come. It was the hardness in his jaw and the change in his eyes. It didn’t surprise me that he was ready so quickly after that great performance on my knees, but I was still disappointed that he didn’t offer me more. I just needed a little more time. His fat dick was doing all the work my fingers did, but better.
He gave a masculine grunt as he finished, his cock throbbing inside me. He didn’t even ask permission, just took what he wanted. He kept up his pace all the way, coming and thrusting at the same time.
He didn’t stop.
He kept going, like the climax never happened. His dick was still at full mast, still rock hard, still anxious.
“Damn…”
He fucked me harder now, like that was just a warm-up.
My hands planted against his hard chest then explored his shoulders and back. He was hard everywhere, a man made out of stone. I loved the way the blood moved to the muscles under his skin as if he’d just hit the gym. I loved his high stamina, that he could keep going and going.
A minute later, I felt it creep from my extremities to my core, felt the lit fuse travel to the detonator. My head rolled back, and my nails latched on to his arms. I became restless before the explosion, knowing how good it would be with a fat dick like that. It came closer and closer…and then.
Oh lord.
I writhed underneath him, let my moans echo against the crown molding of his ceiling, felt my tears spill over the corners of my eyes just the way the saliva had spilled over my lips. It was so good. So damn good. I couldn’t believe I was the one getting paid for it.
He fucked me relentlessly, spurred on by pleasure. Now his dick tapped against my cervix, but the pleasure was so good that I didn’t even notice. My back arched, my nails dug deep, and I enjoyed the high that this man gave me.
He finished too, and this time, he came to a stop afterward.
Both sweaty and panting, we looked at each other, our bodies stuck together with our come.
