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He picks me up, pressing me against the wall behind me as I wrap my legs around him. He’s so much bigger than the other men I’ve been with in the past, and I’ve never felt so fragile in my life.
The tension of his muscles rippling under his shirt is a grim reminder of how much stronger he is than I am. Even though this should be a major point of apprehension for me, it turns me on even more.
His breath is hot against my neck as he presses his cock into my naked pussy, and he struggles to free himself from his pants as his lust takes over. I’m reminded once again of just how big he is, and I haven’t even seen his dick yet.
As soon as he’s released himself from the confines of his underwear, he’s rubbing the head of his cock along my hot, throbbing lips. It doesn’t take long for him to lose control, thrusting it inside of until I can feel him pushing into my guts.
I’ve never taken a cock like this before, and the feeling of something so large pressing into my inner walls sends a shockingly pleasurable sensation through me. Before now, I would have sworn up and down that the g-spot was a myth.
Now, I understand what women love so much about big dicks.
Despite being overcome with desire, he eases his way in and out of me the first few times as if he’s worried about hurting me. He must be used to that complaint, and I’m sure he takes it seriously when the risk of hurting someone is at stake.
“You can go harder than that,” I say breathily, holding on to his shoulders as I begin to slip.
I’m getting wetter by the minute, and eventually I’m dripping down my legs to the point that his cock slips out a couple of times.
It only takes a few minutes before I’m fully acclimated to how large he is. As soon as he finds the right rhythm, he begins to fuck me hard and fast, finding the perfect angle for the head of his dick to rub against.
After all these years, I thought that sex wasjust fine,something I could live without if I had the chance.
But now that I’ve found myself in this situation, I fear that a whole new addiction has unleashed itself upon me. Even worse, the only person who can feed that addiction is someone whose name I don’t even know.
“What’s your name?” I ask, still struggling to control my breaths as little moans begin to peek through.
He stops thrusting for a moment, his gaze shifting from animalistic and primal to confused. “Huh?”
“If you want me to scream your name, I have to know it first,” I reply.
The confusion dissipates, and that familiar impish smile takes over. “Ruslan. My name is Ruslan.”
Without missing a beat, he begins to fuck me again, challenging himself to make me scream for him just like I promised.
I feel myself beginning to fall as I lose my grip on his neck, but he wraps his arms around me before I’m able to hurt myself. It’s strangely intimate, feeling him reach down to prevent me from harm. It’s the least he could do, of course, but my gratitude adds depth to the situation that wasn’t there before.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, sliding one hand up into my hair and gripping it at the roots.
He’s pulling my hair hard, but I’m so overcome by endorphins and a brand-new feeling of ecstasy that I don’t even notice. In fact, it just makes me want him even more.
Every other man I’ve ever slept with has been such a pussy compared to Ruslan. All through college, I’ve only had encounters with men who were out of shape, undisciplined, and selfish. All they wanted were blowjobs while they were lying in bed watching porn.
I felt so disrespected by them, being used like a prop in their lives to make them feel like real men.
But Ruslan doesn’t need me to validate him. He just wants to please me.
I begin to slip again, and this time Ruslan carries me down to the floor instead of bracing me against the wall.
His jacket from the night before is still laying there, and he rests me on top of it carefully before he slides himself all the way to the back of my pussy again. His consideration for my wellbeing and comfort even at the expense of a quick orgasm is something I won’t be forgetting.
Now that he has far more leverage, it’s only a matter of time before he makes me cum.
The pressure from his cock rubbing against my g-spot is becoming unbearable. His technique and persistence has gotten me there quickly enough already, but I’ve been sitting on the edge for too long now.
This is the closest I’ve ever been to orgasm from sex alone, and I’m dying to know what it’ll feel like to cum all over his huge cock.
“Fuck me harder, Ruslan. Please,” I moan as the pressure builds in my lower belly.
He smiles at me again, this time more deviously than before. I’m almost scared that I’ve underestimated him.
