Page 50 of Goode Vibrations

And then I felt him.

The broad round head nuzzling against my entrance. Breached me, slowly, gently, carefully.

I gasped at the size of him, a shrill, breathless whimper. “Ohfuck,” I hissed. “Errol, ohfuck,Errol, you’re…oh fuck, your cock…god, oh god, so fucking big.”

Barely an inch. Maybe less, and then he pulled back. “Poppy, Jesus you’re tight.” His voice was wild and low and desperate. “Can you take me? Tell me you can take me, Pop.”

“Give me more and I’ll tell you,” I murmured. “Give me more of that big fat fucking cock, and I’ll let you knowOHFUCKYES—yes, fuck, yes, fuck, yes.”

He had my ass in his hands, fistfuls of flesh gripped in rough, clawed hands. And then he let go and caressed sweetly, delicately. Pushed, just a little, and that tiny pulse of his hips gave me another huge penetrating inch, and god, thankfuckhe wasn’t any longer, wasn’t any thicker, or I couldn’t have taken him and enjoyed it. He was just barely too big for me, more cock than I’d ever taken and so fucking good, stretching me so it hurt so deliciously, filling me until I was unable to breathe, gasping for air at the shock of him inside me.

He was so gentle, so careful, despite his otherwise rough use of my body. I gasped as he fed another inch into my clenching slit, and then paused. Leaned forward so his belly was pressed against my back, and his long arm slid under me and his big roughened gentle palm cupped my breast and his other wedged low against my hipbone, reaching between my thighs to where we were joined, and then he was pressing two fingers against my clit and circling, and I gasped, and the gasp became a whimper and the whimper a shriek becausehow the fuckdid he know I needed that extra stimulation, when I didn’t even know myself until he did it?

I was already on edge, and that little touch pushed me over, and I came with his thick cock only partially inside me, his hands cupping my tit and swirling around my clit and making me come and the orgasm sent a rush of heat through me, wet and slick.

He slithered a thrust, a gentle one, no deeper yet than maybe half his length, out and in, and I felt his veins stuttering against my sex through the now-wet latex of his condom and I needed more. I needed all of him.

“Pop?” he growled, voice low and feral.

“Yeah?” I breathed.

“Can you take me?”

I swiveled my hips in answer, writhing to get him deeper.

“Need your words, Poppy.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I can take you. Give it to me, Errol. Give it all.”

His forehead touched my spine and his breath huffed hot, and he growled in animal relief as he pressed his hips forward until they kissed my ass cheeks, and he was fully within me.

I could not breathe for the aching stretching enormity of Errol inside me, fully filling me. I was split open, glutted around him.

“Fuck, ohfuck,” he snarled. “Holy fuck, Poppy. Holy fuck.”

I gripped the bedspread in my fists and pushed myself backward, and he pushed harder against me and somehow there was more of him to fill me, and then his hands were gripping my ass and now, now he was pulling back and I ached for the emptiness within where he just was. I cried out, needing him to fill me, stunned at the wondrous ache of absence.

His grip on the crease of my hip and curve of my ass was rough, harsh, wild. I gloried in it. In the fingerprints he’d leave. Slowly, once again carefully and gently, he thrust all the way into me, and now our moans were synched. One groan, two throats.

“Poppy,” he breathed.

“Harder,” I sighed.

“Oh thank fuck,” he whispered, and withdrew.

Fucked into me, andnowit was real, now it was on. He shoved his huge slick hard hot cock into me and his hips slapped against my ass and he held the cheeks apart to get deeper and I pushed against him with his next thrust, pulled forward when he pulled back and rolled my ass back into him when he next thrust in.

Again, and again, his cock drilling in, my thrusts meeting his.

“Poppy,” he moaned, and there was a question in his voice.

“Huh?” An answering wordless moan was all I could manage.

“You feel too fucking good,” he growled. “I want it to last forever, but you feel too fucking good.”

He pushed deep, thrusting hard, and I felt his balls tap against me. I curled backward into myself, reached between my thighs. Felt his shaft like a piston sliding into me, and then I felt his sac fill my hand, and I squeezed. He snarled, leonine and guttural, so his next thrust I did it again.

“Want you to come,” I gasped, voice tremoring as his thrust shook me, as he fucked into me hard. “Come for me, Errol.”