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I sit on the edge and scoot back a little before lying propped up on my elbows, blinking furiously when my gaze dips to his engorged penis.
Feeling it was one thing. Seeing it is another. My mouth falls open in awe. In shock. I had an inkling about his size, but looking at it is something else. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen. Its bulbous tip is purple and glistening.
“I don’t think I can …”Fit you in.
I scoot back more towards the headboard, feeling a little scared. He’ll rip me apart. And to make things worse, I haven’t had sex for a while.
He moves over to his dresser, then takes out a foil packet, ripping it open with his teeth. He strokes himself as he walks towards me. Just seeing him do that turns me on. “This is how I’ve had to fix myself most nights. Because of what you do to me, Cari.”
If this isn’t one of the hottest things I’ve seen. Pre-cum glistens on his tip, and he smears it on himself, the angry vein in his forehead throbbing as if it’s about to burst.
“You’re so … incredibly …huge.” I gulp, watching him roll the condom on.
“We can take it slow.” He lies over me, supporting himself on his elbow, as one hand dips between my legs. “You’re slick enough to take it.” His finger hooks inside me, and I whimper as he hits the spot. But, just as quickly, he pulls it out.
His eyes are so dark now, filled with need. I sense the urgency for release. “Do you trust me?”
This man will never hurt me. That much I know. “Yes,” I whisper, feeling safe with him. His mouth lifts to mine and we melt into another kiss, this one gentler, but full of need. Then he moves lower, his lips nuzzling my breasts. He takes one into his mouth and sucks hard, the sensation so overwhelming that I arch my back, savoring every moment.
I let out a deep groan, then sigh when he pays careful attention to the other breast. All the while, his fingers stroke my clit. I’m so wet and fully aroused, I can’t hold it off much longer.
“Ready?” he murmurs, looking down at me as he shifts his body over mine.
I nod.
I feel his tip at my opening. He slides in a little, and … my head sinks into the pillow, feeling a thousand sensations all over my body. He slowly slides in further and I feel the stretch. Oh, this is … beautiful. He fills that dull ache and the emptiness so magnificently. I sigh, feeling every stretch as he slowly begins to fill me. The delicious friction has an edge of pain. Our bodies are slippery with sweat. In the heat of the night, so close to my release, I start to pant quickly. He stills, kissing me deeply, his lips sucking my mouth, his tongue painting my lips.
“Are you all in,” I murmur, feeling full.
“Just a little bit more, shortcake.” He dips his head and sucks my nipple hard, tweaking the other one between his finger and thumb. “Ready?”
I groan, loving the way he worships my breasts.
He sucks harder, gliding in some more, before slamming all the way in. I cry out feeling pain and pleasure. I’ve never felt so full before. He holds, not moving, letting me adjust to his length, his girth. The pain doesn’t last long because he kisses me again, claiming my mouth and my breast, alternating with each as if he can’t get enough. Then he stops and stares at me. It’s so intimate, him inside me, looking at me beneath him.
“You feel so good,” I whisper.
“Youfeel so good.” He pulls out slowly, then slaps back into me, making me jolt.
“Ahhhh.” I let out a noise. “Don’t stop,” I beg, and he obeys, setting up a nice rhythm. I can feel the crescendo within reach, and I want to stay in this glorious moment forever. Every cell in my body is bracing for the peak, where I’ll crumble completely.
I’m almost there, but he lifts my leg, widening my angle. Part kneeling now, he slides out slowly and slaps back in hard and fast. Each time he does it, I feel loose and trippy. Like I’m coming apart.
This man is a master. I’ve been with guys, but now I’m being taken care of by a sex god.
He’s right. There’s a difference. A big one.
He pumps into me hard and fast, the liquid heat setting my insides on fire. I’m already so close to coming, and when he bends down and kisses me, slamming into me, my head turns light as pleasure spreads over me. It’s pleasure and pressure, my orgasm building to a wild crescendo. I cry his name out between gasps. He grabs my arms and pins them above my head, his eyes watching me as he fucks me ferociously. I like this roughness. This edge to his sweet softness.
“You like this?” he growls.
“I ... love … this,” I manage to get out. He pounds away, and then I fall apart, filthy moans falling from my lips. He grunts as he pushes in deeper, then holds, and I feel every beautiful inch of him filling me as I come undone.
Chapter 33
JETT
Cari has undone me. I come hard, grunting out my release. This is what I've been thinking about, dreaming about, for so long.