It was then that I caught the first glimpse of his cock.
“Oh… my. That’s what you’re working with? No wonder it felt so good.”
A rare treat stood before me.
The man had a cock worthy of worship.
It throbbed in front of me, a glistening drop of pre-come already dripping down from his tip.
This man was going to ruin me. Tonight, he was going to permanently alter my view of sex. No mere mortal cock would do after having this well-built beast inside me. It was thick, long and beautifully erect.
I could see people immortalizing it, painting it on canvas, or better yet, casting it in clay.
I sunk down on all fours, incapable of doing anything but suck the drop of come right off his tip. He was still on his knees, and he groaned as my lips made contact with his cock.
Since I was already there, I might as well give him a once-over.
Settling in to the task, I was rewarded by the man’s legs buckling, as though he could hardly handle what I was doing to him. I ran my tongue down the side of his shaft.
Thatcher repositioned himself against the headboard, groaning in ecstasy as I worked my magic on him.
Whatever that display of dominance from earlier had been, he was a different man for round two. More pliant, considerate of my needs.
I had to say I liked both versions of the man.
After five minutes, he gently nudged me away. “You’re going to make me come.”
Leveling him with a stare, I asked, “And that’s a problem?”
His voice went husky on me as he snuck his hand up to tease my breast. “I want to come inside you.”
Something about the way he said it made me struggle to breathe. It was as though it meant something to him. Something bigger than a one-night stand.
He made me feel vulnerable and safe all at the same time, and I found myself lying flat on my back like a good little girl, while my big, strong alpha beast gently took me for the second time tonight.
This time was different. More focused. More intent.
His body shuddered against mine as he lay down on top of me. I spread my knees, letting him know I was okay with this intimacy between us. That I welcomed it. Welcomedhim.
Thatcher didn’t wait, hungrily parting my slit, slipping inside me. My body embraced him as he filled me. And somehow I felt this connection deeper than usual.
This was no fast, casual rut.
Thatcher was focused, all of his attention fixed on me. His eyes never left mine the entire time we were joined.
There was an undercurrent of wonder in him, as though this was a sacred act shared between the two of us.
Despite this, he still took me hard. His strength turned him into a machine solely designed to pleasure me.
I couldn’t hold back, my hips meeting him with every thrust. My entire body quivered with need.
And the whole time his eyes were riveted on me as we discovered the intricacies of each other.
I was filled with need, hungry and desperate for satiation. Only one thing could give it to me.
Him.
It was when he kissed me that I lost myself completely.
