Page 4 of Husband to Go
“You sure you’re okay with this?” he growls in my ear. “You seemed a little unsure just now.”
I take a deep breath. Being in his lap is doing crazy things to me, not just because I can feel that hard pole pressing insistently into my bottom. It’s him. The air feels hotter around him, like he’s literally a furnace that emits heat. He’s so huge, growly, and muscular, that I know what I’m going to say before I’ve even said it.
“I’m sure.”
He chuckles low in my ear before dragging along my sides, pulling the hem of my skirt up.
“You’re gorgeous,” he breathes into my ear, the hot air making me shiver. I toss my head back with pleasure.
“You don’t have to say that.” I don’t know why I can’t take a compliment. Maybe because I never actually believe it.
“I mean it,” he says, the serious tone of his voice indicating that I need to stop questioning him. The hard dominance in his eyes tells me that he means every word he says, and in this moment, I feel like the most beautiful, sexy woman in the world to this one man.
“Show me how much you mean it,” he commands with an edge to that dark voice.
Emboldened, I pull up my skirt a bit, exposing soft creamy thighs before pulling up the fabric even more. Slowly, the mound of my silk panties appear, and oh god, but they’re already moist at the crotch. His eyes focus on the dark spot, and a smile appears on those perfect lips.
“Let me just …” But instead of finishing his sentence, those strong fingers travel to the hem of my panties, sliding into the fabric to pull them to the side. Oh my god, is this really happening? Am I letting a man look at my steamy wetness, the pulsing pink open to his gaze?
But it’s true, and like a trembling doe, I hold my thighs apart baring everything to him. His eyes focus on my sweetest spot and he lets out a half-laugh, half-groan while taking me in.
“You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” he rumbles before reaching to touch my bud. I almost scream. The man’s done nothing but stroke lightly across my hard nub, and yet I’m already ready to burst just from that one, skimming touch.
He chuckles again, never taking his eyes away from my swollen flesh. And then, he reaches down with his finger and lightly strokes through my folds. I moan with ecstasy, throwing my head back as my eyes begin to shut. Oh my god, this is really happening. A man is fingering my pussy in a public place, and I don’t even know him!
But it feels good, and emboldened by my breathy cries, the stranger takes the next step. Slowly, he eases a finger into my channel and my walls squeeze him tight, massaging that hard length.
“You like it, don’t you?” he rasps, looking up once quickly.
My flushed cheeks and parted pink lips tell him all he needs to know. With another low chuckle, he hooks his finger inside me, and the sensation’s delicious. I moan, and grab onto his shoulders to steady myself.
“Relax, baby,” he hums. “This is just the beginning.
The man moves with an excruciating slowness, in and out, in and out. Every second feels like being on the precipice of breaking. When I feel like I’m about to explode, he adds a second finger and then a third.
“Are you going to come? Are you close?” I nod, biting my lip. I’ve never wanted a man so much. My body already feels infinitely connected to his, aware of the pulsing of his heart, the air in his chest, and his fingers on me and inside of me.
“Fuck!” My hands grip his shoulders reflexively.
“Come then, baby. Come for me.”
At his words, I let it loose. I throw my head back while a wave of pleasure crests, builds, and then crashes over my frame. My pussy shivers and convulses, squeezing down hard on the fingers within as I ride out my climax on his hand. I’ve never felt like this before. What is he doing to me?
I start to come back down, bringing my head forward while panting, and that’s when I feel his long hard length against my thigh. Without a word, I go to his belt buckle, pulling it loose. The leather strap gets thrown somewhere before I unzip his pants and reach in. He’s just as big as I imagined, maybe bigger, and I gasp as I close my fingers around his thickness. Correction. I can’t get my fingers all the way around, and he groans low in his chest as I squeeze experimentally.
I shudder at the thought of it being inside me.
We maneuver him out of his pants, and then I literally let out a moan of anticipation because his cock is beyond huge. Not only is there length, but girth as well. Veins run up and down from the base to his bulbous head, and as I stroke his shaft, precum leaks from the tip. I was worried before about being able to fit it in me, but now I’mreallyworried.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make it work,” he growls, reading my mind. I stop and look at him. I decide to take the dive and raise my hips. I’m barely thinking straight, just drunk on all this sensation. Embarrassingly enough, I can’t catch his dick inside. I keep missing like the inexperienced idiot that I am, but he doesn’t mind. Instead he rocks me back and forth so that my lips drag along his long length, getting him wet.
“That a girl,” he groans, watching avidly as my pussy splits into a beautiful camel toe along his ridge. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”
It’s true because I’m leaking cream, and his length glistens as I slide horizontally along that beautiful shaft.
“Now, pretty girl,” the man growls, pulling me up once more. “Let’s give this another try.”
By now, I’m creamy and swollen and his length is totally lubed as well. It should go in easy, right? But oddly, he maneuvers me forwards a little, and when his tip presses against my asshole, an altogether different sound escapes my throat.