“Fuuuck,” I groan, slipping three fingers inside of her with ease. She’s so wet and open for me, I replace my mouth on her clit and proceed to suck and nibble as I curve and curl my fingers, driving her wild. “You are so responsive,” I groan, taking a gentle bite of her lip, then doing the same to the other. Then her heels are in my lower back, and she’s raspy and desperate, her warm channel squeezing my digits as she chants, “Coach, Coach, Coach,” until she unravels.
My shoulders burn when she digs her fingers into me, and my cock is so hard and angry that my balls actually ache, but right there on the bed, in the span of five minutes, Clara June gives me her second orgasm of the night.
I get to my knees and slide off her bed, popping into the attached restroom. After splashing my face with water in an attempt to shock my hardon away (it doesn’t work), I grab a hand towel and wet it with warm water, and return to Clara June.
She’s stretched out, now in the center of her bed, looking dazed and sated. She smiles when I step out, and reaches for me. When I come to the side of the bed and slip my hand in hers, she gives me that fat-lip pout. “I love your hand, but I was hoping for something else.”
I tip my head to the side, chastising her playfully. “I told you. Right now, all I want you to focus on is enjoying.”
She nods. “And that’s so sweet. But Dean, please, don’t make me beg.” She sits up on her knees, looking like a sexy little bunny.
“Please, what?” I ask. “What’re you beggin’ for mama?”
“You,” she breathes, her eyes falling to the bulge and obvious wet spot in my jeans. “If we’re waiting for sex, can I at least see it?”
I smile. “Clara June Colt, are you asking to see my cock?”
Her smirk is mischievous and sexy, but her words make me laugh. “Your balls too. A body like yours, the way you make me come so fast, I just know whatever’s under those Levi’s is my next favorite thing.”
“I don’t know how you get me so turned on, but make me laugh all at once,” I tell her, unbuckling my belt. Her eyes widen, and she realizes in that moment that she’s won. That even though we aren’t having sex just yet, she’s gonna get what she asked for.
“Promise I won’t scare you off?” I ask, working the button before I get to the zipper on my fly.
Her nose wrinkles. “Why would you?”
I struggle with the end of the zipper but then I finally get it down, I hold my hands over my groin, and look at her. “This isn’t anything for you to worry about now. And when the time comes, we’ll work it out. Okay? We’ll figure out a way for you to feel good.”
Panic scorches her features, and she looks at my hands guarding my crotch for what feels like a minute, but is likely only a handful of seconds. “Dean, if you’re… smaller than average and that’s part of why you wanted to…”
Right as I pull out my cock, her words trail off, and her jaw goes slack.
I hold myself with both hands, letting the reddish head of my cock hang free, the slit shiny.
“You’re right, Clara June. Part of why I think going slow is good is because of my size.” I stroke myself with both hands, each sliding down, my entire shaft slippery from precome. My foreskin swallows up my angry crown and head for a moment, and then I pull my hands back, and it reappears. A bead of opaque arousal bubbles at the wide slit, and with a small jerk, it slides down the shaft, curving around bulging veins, dripping over my knuckles.
“Dean.” That’s all she says, then she tips her head, trying to understand things from a new perspective. “Dean,” she offers again, her eyes wide, glued to my cock.
I take a breath, and let one of my hands roam deeper, and I pull out my balls. On a normal day, they’re big. Hell, it’s a matching set, you know? But tonight, after not jacking off for a few days, they’re really big. A purple hue clings to them, too, almost like they’ve had to stand idle while their fearless leader eats the most perfect pussy ever.
“Dean…” She presses her hands to her lower abdomen, still staring at me. Finally, her gaze lifts to meet my eyes. She nods her head, just once, singular and resolute, with determination, arousal, and pride in her eyes. “Please feed me every single inch of that beautiful thing.”
Her response takes me by surprise. “You’re not… scared? Turned off?”
She makes a face, one that sayswhat are you talking about you moron,and I take a step closer. “Does it scare you?”
She shakes her head. “No. I want it. I want you.”
I stroke myself again, my biceps torquing with the long tug. “Before we get there, I need to work on stretching you.”
Clara June nods. “You were right.”
I don’t know what she’s referring to, so as I tuck myself away, I ask, “About what?”
“I want you. I want to wake you up with my mouth, and slide my hands into your jeans, all those things you said I’d want. You’re right, I do.” She watches as I rebutton and rezip, then join the ends of my belt together, pulling tight.
“Well I’m not ready for that,” I tell her, finishing the clasp on my belt. “My sole focus is making you feel like the goddamn queen you are, Clara June.”
Her cheeks fill with pink. I reach my hand out for her and she takes it, and I pull her to her knees, into my arms. “Now how about we go have a late night snack, so you can come for me a few more times before I head home.”
