Page 12 of Accidentally Matched

Chapter Eight

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TIERNEY

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Did Colter just askme if I still want this? How do I make this clear?

“Yes,” I shout. “Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” I say breathlessly, raising my hips so my clit brushes against the warm, velvety skin of his enormously hard cock.

“There’s no going back after this,” he adds ominously. Can he be any more of a dark lord?

“Oh my god,” I say exasperated, not liking the emptiness in my pussy. “I want this. Please put your cock inside my pus—”

The last word gets stuck in my throat. My head lifts off the pillow, and I’m sure my eyes are so wide they could hold saucers. Colter grips his thickness, aims it at my entrance, and welcomes himself in.

My body cowers, pulls down the blinds, closes up the shop, and hides, leaving me to deal with the giant rock-hard phallus inside me.

I did not think this through properly. Should I have started with a beginner package instead, something in a standard size? Yes. Yes. 100% yes. Oh crap. I should have asked about their size and not rested until I got an answer to the precise inch.

Oh, it was all fun and games licking their cocks like lollipops, trying to stuff them into my mouth and giggling when I couldn’t, but this... this will be them rearranging several internal organs, surely, to make room.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I say, trying to raise myself up. “It’s too deep; it’s not meant to fit.”

“Relax, it’s just the tip,” Colter says softly.

“That is not just the tip, sir. That is your entire mammoth penis in my very teeny, tidy vagina,” I say heatedly, flustered, torn between squirming away from him and too afraid to move.

“Tierney,” he says, and for the first time, I hear a chuckle in his voice.

Balancing his entire body on one arm, Colter takes my hand and guides it down my body. He wraps my fingers around his shaft, and I sheepishly have to acknowledge that the rest of his cock is still very well outside of my body.

“Oh,” is all I can say.

He leaves my hand there and then looks into my eyes.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and I stare back at him. His cock throbs in my hand; the look on his face is pure controlled torture as if all he wants to do is drive into me.

I bite my lip and stroke his length and squeeze the head of his shaft inside me. He clenches his jaw so hard his face might crack.

“No,” I say. I don’t want him to stop.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Touch your clit and feed my cock into your sweet, sweet cunt,” he says, almost as if he’s defeated.

I do as he says. My fingers glide over my clit. Wetness seeps from the walls of my pussy, making me bolder. I push him further into me. And then more and more, until I stop rubbing my clit and throw both my arms around his neck and hide my face there.

“Jesus,” Colter growls and penetrates me, taking over my body and stretching me to accommodate him. “Jesus, fuck. You’re so damn tight,” he groans. He lowers his hand between our bodies and takes my clit between his fingers.

Tears drip down the side of my face. Oh, my god. This freaking hurts like a motherfudger. I’m too tense to move, too breathless to say anything. But I can’t stop myself from coming under his touch. My body clutches onto his cock for dear life with every spasm.

Colter withdraws slowly from my body, taking my air with him, then I feel Nolan’s shaft parting my labia before he enters me quickly, swiftly, dropping his head to my nipples where he nibbles and sucks, trying to distract while his equally giant cock imprints inside me, keeping my flesh stretched.

He flips us around, so I’m straddling him, my nipple still in his mouth, one of his hands roaming over my ass. I shudder when he offers me the sexiest smile ever, gropes one of my ass cheeks with one of his hands, which only makes his cock seem deeper inside me, and then strokes my clit with his thumb with his other hand.

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