Page 32 of Embers in the Outfield

“But then I wouldn’t have underwear when you’re not with me.” I decide to play this little game back, hoping I’ll get a rise out of him.

A growl escapes him, and he grabs my hair and pulls my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. “No matter what, Kennedy, you’re mine. You hear me, baby? This body, this pussy, is mine.”

“Same goes for that dick. I’m the only one that can touch it.” I bring my hand over his erection, squeezing a bit to make my point. “And don’t think I share nicely either.”

River lets go of my hair, stands up, and reaches down into his jeans that are thrown on the ground. He pulls out a foil packet and throws it next to me on the bed. Then, he pulls down his boxers, and that’s when I finally see River, completely naked in front of me.

I gape at him as I take in his form. He is fucking hung. What. The. Actual. Fuck. I know my eyes double in size as I takein the extent of his fire hose in front of me. That will not fit comfortably. No fucking way.

“It’s going to fit, baby,” he says as if he’s reading my mind.

I lift my gaze to meet his, not quite believing his words. My mouth has gone dry.

“I wish I could promise to go slow, but I need to fuck you right now. I thought I would take my time, maybe fuck you with my tongue, then have you suck me off, but no way. I need to be inside you, right the fuck now.”

He juts his chin toward the foil packet. I’m still staring at the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. It’s long, thick and I swear it has its own zip code.

“Focus, Skipper.” He snaps my attention back to his face and points to the condom sitting on my chest.

I get to work covering him, then lie back down, waiting to see how in the world I’m going to fit that thing inside me and still walk straight tomorrow.

Instead of laying his body back on me, River rounds the bed and lies down, putting his hands behind his head, making his erection stand at attention, and it looks even bigger now.

“Let’s go, Kennedy. Sit on me and take control of how fast we go at first. Take my offer because next time, I’m not going to be so kind.” Something about his promise causes an uptick in my pulse, and I crawl over to him.

I bring my leg over, and I’m straddling him, hovering over his cock, a little scared about how this is going to feel once I start.

“Don’t worry, baby, just take it slow. You’re in charge here. Go ahead and start to sit down.” He has his hands on my hips, grabbing my ass to urge me on.

I line him up and begin to gradually move my pelvis down, his cock slowly penetrating me. The minute his mushroom head is inside me, I see him breathing through his nose. His hands remain on my hips, helping steady me.

He gets a few inches further, and I’m already feeling fuller than I’ve ever felt. The moment I’m fully seated on him, I moan, throwing my head back and pushing my chest out.

Before I start moving, I’m just letting myself adjust to his size. River sits up, bringing one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He then grazes his teeth on my nipple, and I can’t help the sounds I’m making.

“Fuck, Kennedy, you’re so fucking tight and perfect. Please, baby, move your hips for me. I need you to move.”

I bring my lips down to kiss him and slowly begin moving my hips. The feeling of fullness continues, but the way my clit is rubbing against him, my movements get faster, and soon, I’m chasing my first orgasm.

At this point, River is lying back down, and my hands are on his pecs, his hands on my hips, the sounds bouncing off the walls as our bodies move together. The way we are positioned, my clit is hitting a part of his pelvis as he moves in and out of me.

Every part of me feels like it’s been lit with a match as my climax begins to build again, and soon, I feel the explosion of a million little stars consume my sight. While I’m still coming off that high, I feel my body get moved, and I’m pulled onto my hands and knees.

In this new position, he feels even deeper. River wastes no time and starts to pound into me.

“Grab the headboard, baby. I need to fuck you harder,” I hear him say between gritted teeth. I know he’s trying to make this last longer, but it’s like he can’t hold back. This take-charge attitude he’s showing in the bedroom only adds to his appeal.

I grab onto my headboard, and he starts to lose control as he chases his own release. The slapping of skin and our moans are overwhelming my senses. My last climax has dissipated, but I feel yet another one crash through me.

Right as I’m coming down, my body exhausted from the overexertion, River’s movements only intensify as he grips my hips tighter. A guaranteed line of marks will be left behind tomorrow.

He begins yelling, “Shit, Kennedy. Oh fuck, yes, fuck,” and he pumps one final time before exploding into the condom.

I can feel the sweat dripping down my chest as his hips slow, and he brings his lips to my back, kissing up a trail until he has his lips near my ear.

“Yeah, I’ll need to eat my dinner before we have dessert again.”

He nibbles my ear and then slaps my ass before he pulls out of me, running to the bathroom to clean himself up. I’m about to get off the bed to do the same when he brings me a washcloth to clean up.

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