Then he took hold of his cock at the base, his balls hanging full and heavy underneath it, and began to slowly push himself into me. His tip alone caused a slight burning sensation, stretching my pussy to its limit, yet my juices were practically gushing out of me.
It was one hell of a tight fit.
Carefully he pressed in, inch by motherfucking inch, as I muttered, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” under my breath, until he was buried to the hilt, balls deep. We both moaned as he ground his pelvis against me.
“Like I said — perfect,” he murmured.
I squirmed beneath him, the burning sensation driving me to the brink of insanity, in a good way, and already my walls were tightening around him.
“Do I have to beg again?” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. I was desperate, needed this, neededhim.
“Maybe later. Right now, I’m actually aiming more for speechless.” With those words, he pulled out of me almost completely, then pounded into me so hard that I slid up the bed a little with each thrust.
Before I got pushed up too far, I stretched my arms out over my head and braced myself against the headboard.
“That’s it, you take me so well,” he whispered in my ear, trailing kisses down my neck, accompanied by a nip here and there.
“Fuck, I feel sofull.” Eagerly, I arched into him.
“You’re going to take this cock until I’ve molded this cunt to it perfectly. I’m going to stretch you so it fits no one but me.” He murmured between wild kisses against my lips.
“You only … have … one night, Hotshot,” I gasped as I squirmed beneath him. “Don’t you think … you’re overestimating yourself?”
Dom flashed me that wicked, sexy smile again — honestly, did he really never stop? Heat pooled between my legs, coursed through my veins, eating through every fiber of my body.
He pulled back, leaving just the flared tip, and stopped cold.
“Nope.”
Then he grabbed one of my legs, pushed it up, and rolled his pelvis into me, stuffing me so incredibly full of himself again.
“Cocky bastard.”
Forcing himself deeper now, he grabbed my other leg and pushed it up so that my knees were practically on my shoulders. Then he used his entire, not inconsiderable body weight to drive his cock into me, again and again.
“Heard that one before, too. Just look,” — again he pulled out almost all the way, waiting until I had lowered my eyes to where our bodies were connected — “how pretty your cunt looks, all stretched around my fat cock, dripping with desperation.”
He slammed back into me, stretching my pussy almost obscenely around his length. It seemed impossible I could take him in, and yet somehow it worked. He hovered over me as he thrust in and out, the silver chain around his neck dangling just above my face.
“That the closer look you promised me?” I chuckled breathlessly, flicking it.
“Damn right it is. How do you like it now?” I could literally hear his arrogant smirk.
“Definitely the only necklace I want dangling in my face.”
“Good girl.”
Wet slapping noises rang out as he pounded into me again and again. I was completely at his mercy …and loving it.
Upon realizing this, all the tension inside me and everything that normally consumed my thoughts faded into the background. A blissful weightlessness took hold of me as shivers ran down my spine.
My walls tightened around him, my core throbbed, and I knew it wouldn’t last much longer.
Dom abruptly forced himself in all the way in and stayed there. “No, Goddess. Not yet.”
“What?” It took a moment for his words to register, as dazed as I was with lust.
“You ain’t coming yet. Not done with you.” He ground his pelvis against my clit in a circular motion, and I groaned.
