Page 83 of Guarding Grace

He got off the bed and rummaged through one drawer and then another of his nightstand. “Gotcha.” He held up a condom.

“Only one?” I teased.

He extracted the condom box from the drawer and rattled it. “I think this should do us for tonight.”

Staying off my bad side, I leaned up on my elbow. “Sounds like a challenge.”

He grinned as he undid his belt and lowered his pants. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

His cock was not only plenty long enough, but also impossibly thick and so hard it sprung up like a flagpole—a certified pussy destroyer. He fisted it and gave himself a stroke.

That cranked up my desire another notch.

Tearing open the condom packet with his teeth, he threw it to me. “Help me put this on.”

Before, my boyfriends had always taken care of this, so tonight was one for challenges. I knelt on the bed as he came over, his cock bobbing as he moved. I could have watched it all day. Grabbing the beast, it was time for another first for me.

He moaned as I licked the drip of precum off his tip. The taste was salty.

“Faster, baby. I love your hands on me, but I can’t wait to slide my cock inside your sweet pussy and fuck your brains out like you want.” He grunted as I rolled the latex down. We were deep in the dirty-talk zone.

Seeing the effect my hands had on him, I took my time finishing the job.

Terry

My cock was rock hard,and she tantalized me with her touch, rolling the rubber on inch by inch—sweet torture from my beautiful woman.

“Lie back,” I told her when she’d finished.

Instead, she continued stroking me. “How do you get so hard?”

I was going to blow if she kept working me with her hands. “I can’t help it. I see your luscious tits. I taste your sweet pussy. This is what you do to me. I want you so badly. Now lie back. I can’t wait.”

She did, but then said, “This isn’t going to work. My butt still hurts.”

“All fours then. I’ll be gentle.” That was a promise I knew would be difficult to keep. Her pussy was plenty wet, but also tight. “Tell me if I’m in too far.”

She rolled over and, with her ass in the air, rested on her elbows. “I didn’t ask for gentle,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin.

I spread her knees a little farther, positioned my head at her entrance, and pushed in slowly. Proving that she didn’t want slow and easy, she shoved back against me, impaling herself on my cock.

The sensation was otherworldly. “Baby, you feel perfect, slick and tight like you were made for me.” Grabbing her hips, I started to thrust, careful to not go too deep. Some women couldn’t handle my length in this position.

A few thrusts later, she surprised me again by pushing back. I ended up in her all the way to the hilt without a cry of pain. She was a tall girl, and big in the dimensions that mattered.

I always enjoyed sex, but the feel of my sweet Grace taking my cock was something else—a white-hot need to possess her in each and every way. Knowing now that I wouldn’t hurt her, I pistoned into her hard andfast. Her little yelps of pleasure filled the room, the perfect music to go with the slaps of flesh on flesh as I gave her exactly what she’d asked for.

“Oh God, Terry, don’t stop.” Her voice was husky with need as she looked over her shoulder again.

Stopping was impossible now.

“Fuck, I’m close…” She moaned as she continued to push against me.

I brought a hand around her and found her clit. Pressing and stroking it was like hitting her ignition button.

“Terry…” She rocked harder, panting.

“Look at me, baby,” I commanded.