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“That was …” My chest heaves with deep breaths. “Wow.”
Pride and satisfaction gleam in Hunter’s eyes as he settles over me, pressing a kiss to my lips. My nipples pebble as I taste my own juices on his mouth.
“Ready for another?” he asks.
My heart jumps. “Another?” I don’t think I can …
Until I feel his hard length pressed against me. His cock is a hard, thick column straining against the tight boxer briefs he still wears, and it’s currently pressing against my stomach as Hunter rests over me.
Suddenly, my arousal springs back to life. My body is thrumming again, sparks dancing across my skin.
I sink my fingertips beneath the waist of Hunter’s boxers and push down the fabric. He helps, stepping out of them and kicking them to the foot of the bed.
He kneels over me, and my eyes go wide.
Hunter’s cock is gorgeous. It’s so big, long, thick. The swollen mushroom head is pink and looks velvety-smooth.
I have no idea how it will fit inside me.
My throat works as Hunter finds a condom and rolls it down his thick, throbbing length.
“It’s … too big …” I say, my mind feeling overwhelmed.
Hunter chuckles. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment for years, Phoebe. Trust me, it’ll fit.”
I suddenly realize how wet my pussy is, how intense the liquid heat between my thighs is. I want him to prove me wrong.
He positions himself over me and presses a kiss to my lips, a more tender one this time. “Tell me you want it, Phoebe,” he says.
“I want it, Hunter,” I say. “I want your cock.”
Intensity flashes in his eyes. He lines himself up against me. I can feel his tip glancing against my wet opening as his cock throbs with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
My chest swells as he pushes inside me. “Holy fuck,” I gasp.
“You okay?” he whispers in my ear. He’s caring, but there’s an edge to his voice, and I can tell it’s taking every bit of restraint he has to keep his hips still as I adjust to his size.
“Mhm,” I answer. “Keep going.”
“Fuck,” he growls, slowly dipping his hips and filling me. Pleasure rushes through me at the slow, torturous friction of his shaft sliding against my inner walls.
A sharp moan falls from my lips as he buries himself to the hilt. There’s the most perfect ache between my legs, mixing pleasure and anticipation. Even the subsiding discomfort of being unaccustomed to his size is a delicious, exciting feeling.
“Fuck, Phoebe,” he groans, “you’re so tight.”
I wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him further in. I want to get adjusted to him as quickly as possible so I can feel the friction I yearn for, so I can feel the sensation of his hips thrusting against me.
“Ready?” he asks. I nod.
My mind twists and turns as he pulls back his hips.
He’s still being gentle, and I can feel from the coiled tension of his muscles that it’s a struggle. Knowing how much he’s enjoying this, knowing how badly he wants to thrust into me harder, faster, how hard it is for him to deny himself that, makes me feel strangely powerful even though Hunter’s in full control physically.
When he’s drawn back, almost completely out of me, the only thing in the world I want is for him to fill me again. And then he does, pushing forward with a slow, controlled thrust.
My fingertips dig into the dense muscles of his back as pleasures bursts in my chest.
He feels so hard inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing. Everything in my center is so hot, so liquid, so tight, the pleasure bright and incandescent.
