Taking my hips in hand, he lowered me down his cock which was sandwiched between our bodies.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking down, and what I saw was…eye opening.
When the man was born, they had definitely issued him a girth certificate.
My god.
He was as thick as my forearm.
There was just no way that the man could have sex with a woman comfortably.
“There’s a way,” Copper said as he stroked his length against my aching pussy. “We just have to get you nice and ready first.” His head tilted. “Plus, you’ve been testing me out for weeks.”
I licked my lips, not comprehending what he was saying at first. “Are you sure?”
“It’ll fit,” he mused, amusement clear in the tone of his voice. “I promise.”
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t as big as my forearm, but swear to God, the man was definitely in the gifted program. Though, gifted and talented might’ve been more apt of a description.
The way his hands moved over my body, and the way my soul sang when he started pushing inside of me.
He was halfway in, and I was panting and squirming in his hold, when he stopped.
“Birth control?”
I groaned and let my head fall back. “Fuck.”
I wasn’t on any form of it whatsoever.
“I’m not on any.” I paused. “Though, I’m breastfeeding still, and they say you can’t really get pregnant all that easily while doing so.”
His eyes studied me for a long moment before he said, “I’m not a genius or anything, but even I know that sounds like a crock of shit.”
He backed up until he was sitting in a wide computer chair with no arms, and my knees went into the soft cushion.
He held me aloft as his eyes rapidly studied my face.
He started to pull out of me, a look in his eyes that nearly broke me, and I lost it.
I slammed myself down onto him, taking the rest of his length in one fell swoop.
His gasp of surprise, followed by my cry of exaltation—my god, the man could fill me completely—were the only sounds besides the dull thud of the bass filtering in from the other room.
His eyes were so intense in that moment that I wondered if I’d made the wrong decision.
But then I saw him swallow hard, and I knew.
He didn’t want to get me pregnant because he still thought he wasn’t good enough.
Well, I was here to prove him wrong, because he was most definitely good enough.
I lifted up onto my knees, then sank back down, all the while keeping my eyes locked solely on his.
“Copper,” I breathed, leaning forward until our foreheads were touching.
“Yeah?” he rasped, his voice strangled and quiet.
“I don’t want to scare you away but…” I pulled myself back up before sinking back down, the delicious stretch around his cock enough to make my words sound slightly strangled. “But I love you.”
