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NICHOLAS
In the living room, I take my time. Standing in front of her, I begin to undress her ever so slowly. Thankfully, the lights are low. The fire is burning and there's Christmas music on. The scene is set as if I planned this, but I haven't. It's all unfolding naturally as if it's already been fated to happen. And maybe it has. Maybe my whole life has led me to this moment, to this one day, to her, to Quinn. Considering how fucking perfect she is in every damn way, I wouldn't be surprised. There are crazier things that have happened after all, aren't there? Crazier things than a man finding a girl who seems to be his perfect match.
"Why are you smiling so big?" she asks as I tease the hem of her T-shirt up over her head, letting it fall to the floor while I marvel at the majestic sight in front of me.
"For starters, you got some pretty big tits."
She laughs, throwing her head back. "Okay. Well, good thing I got big tits, considering you got a big cock."
"How do you know the size of my cock?"
"Well, one of the first things you ever said to me is that you got a big package. In fact, I remember you telling me you had the biggest package."
"It's true," I say. "I do."
I take her hand and I place it over my rigid shaft, hard beneath the fabric of my jeans. "You feel that, girl?"
She nods. "I do. It is big. And it is hard."
"Hard for you," I tell her.
She unbuttons my jeans carefully, and I watch her as she does. Her tits look so good in her black lacy bra, and I reach behind her, unclasping it.
She gasps as I do, her breasts untethered. Pressed together. Fuck, they look good. They're huge too, big round titties, and she stands up straighter as I press them together, dipping my mouth to her nipples, twirling my tongue around the hard brown areolas.
She whimpers as I do, her hand reaching down beneath my boxers, stroking me. Fuck, that feels good. I look up into her eyes, massaging her breasts as she strokes me up and down. "This is going to be a good fucking night," I tell her.
"Thank God for blizzards," she says.
"I've always had a thing for snowstorms," I tell her back.
She laughs. "I've always had a thing for mountain men."
"I've never been called a mountain man before. You know that? I've always been more of a farmer."
She nods slowly. "I guess I can see that. But you know, they are kind of the same thing. Bearded, blue-jean-wearing, flannel shirts, rugged. They know how to use their hands," she says with a coy smile, as I continue to massage her perfect tits.
"Fuck, your tits look good," I tell her.
"Yeah?" she asks, as I pluck one nipple, then the other. "Why don't you tell me what my pussy looks like?"
"You want to know what I think of your pussy?" I ask her.
She nods ever so slowly. She pushes down my jeans and boxers in one fell swoop. She's an eager little thing. And fuck, I find that sexy. Truth is, I'm pretty eager too.
I take off her jeans, taking in the view of her in this black lace thong. "You had plans for something tonight if you put this on this morning."
"I don't know what got into me. I guess I always had fantasies playing in my mind."
"Really?" I say. "So you had some kinky thoughts going on, even though you were a virgin?"
She nods as I run my hand over her bare ass, smacking it playfully. "Yeah. It's these romance novels I read up in my attic bedroom. They put crazy thoughts in my mind."
"I see. Well, that's good. That means you have a good working understanding of the female anatomy."
"The male anatomy too," she says. "But you know, sometimes romance novels might give a girl unrealistic expectations. That's what I've heard anyways," she says with a smile.
I shake my head. "That won't be a problem for us though," I tell her, taking her hand and placing it on my big, thick cock, "because this, honey, is better than any dick you're going to read about in a romance novel.”
She licks her lips, and so I keep on talking, “This thick cock is going to make you come, over and over again. And I may not be the hero in the novel you read on your Kindle at night when you touch yourself, trying to get off under the covers, hoping your granddad's not going to hear you while you moan in pleasure, but I'm going to do it better and I'm going to do it harder and I'm going to do it faster and I'm going to do it longer.”
