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And then she releases, and I’m gifted with a mouth full of cream as she squirts all over my tongue, her clit pulsing against my upper lip.
CHAPTER 22
Alice
I raise my arms as he lifts my dress over my head, pulling it up and then throwing it to the floor.
His hands are on my bra immediately, yanking it away, the clasp snapping as he lets out a husky noise.
My sex is still aching from when he was pushing his tongue inside of me, shifting back and forth so that everything else melted away, all other sensations, all other worries.
Just him, just us.
Now, he snarls as he pushes my breasts together, sucking my left nipple and massaging my other breast, making my chest tingle.
I moan, tugging at his shirt.
He leans forward, smirking, and lets me help him undress.
Then he stands, unbuckling his pants and pulling them down.
His cock springs up from the prison of his waistband, huge and hard, precome glistening all over his length as though it’s been smearing over him in his pants, getting him ready for what we’re going to do.
My heart hammers as I stare at his size, and I suddenly want to do it before I chicken out.
“F-Fuck me,” I whisper, forcing the words out, telling myself I can do this.
It’s everything I want.
He groans, walking to the edge of the bed.
“Lie back,” he says, his tone heavy with command. “Show me that soaked pussy. Open those thick legs.”
Every time he calls me thick or curvy or something similar, fresh shimmers assail me. It’s like he’s taking something I’ve always been self-conscious about and turning it into an undeniable good.
He’s not lying. I can read him, hear it in his carnal tone.
I do as he says, lying on my back and looking up at him.
He stands at the edge of the bed, the lights glistening off his muscles.
He’s done shirtless scenes in movies before, but never naked, and I struggle to believe that this chiseled man wants me.
His chest is a mass of muscle, his stomach all tight abs, a V of muscle pointing down to his cock… his cock which is so hard it points almost straight up, though his precome-slick end weighs it down, so huge my core feels as though it’s fluttering, as though telling me there’s no way he’ll fit.
“It’s okay,” he says huskily. “You were made for me. Your body needs this.”
I tilt my head, trying for a smile. “Different from texting, huh?”
He groans as he climbs onto the bed, his cock brushing up my inner thigh, leaving a warm trail of his juices. “So much better….”
He holds himself over me, and his muscular arms are on either side of my head.
I reach up, gripping his arms, feeling his muscles press against my palms.
He’s so firm, solid, carved out of protective sinew and need.
Then he reaches down with one hand, grabbing his cock and guiding his helm to my entrance.
I whimper as he begins to stroke softly, his eyes locked on me the whole time.
Nerves try to make me look away, but I keep staring at him, our eyes locked as he inches toward me.
I bite down as his extremely huge helm spreads my lips, carving a path inside of me that feels driven by destiny.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “You’re so tight. You feel perfect.”
“Yes,” I moan, latching onto the pleasure in his voice.
I’m pleasing my man and making him moan like nothing else matters.
That’s worth something.
He inches deeper, a stinging and yet not unpleasant sensation, a confusing clash of hunger even as my body tells me he’s way too big.
“You’re. Mine.”
It sounds as if he has to force the words out like his seed is struggling not to erupt from his cock.
His cock that is now inside of me.
I’m thinking the obvious.
But the sheer fact of it causes my sex to flutter, to open slightly, and then it’s just a wonderful sensation, no stinging, and he glides deeper.
“That’s it.”
He leans down, kissing my cheek, then my neck.
He bites my skin softly.
“I can feel your tightness opening for me. Getting ready to take everything I’ve got to give. You feel even better than I knew you would.”
I wrap my arms around him, feeling the solid mass of his back muscles, still struggling to believe this is happening.
And yet each moment, it becomes more real, steamier, as I realize yes.
Yes, yes….
I can do it.
He rears up as if he wants to watch me, giving me a view of his sweat-flecked chest, glistening against his throbbing muscles.
With a groan, he thrusts right up inside of me.
I gasp as he stays like that. His gaze is locked on me, and then his eyes flit to my breasts.
“Every. Part. Of. You.”
“Is yours,” I finish, voice shuddering. “Only….”
He slips out, and suddenly I know not only can I do this, I really do need it.
