Page 76 of Confessions of the Funny Fat Friend

She moved faster over my cock, and I could feel my precum sliding into her mouth. I was getting close. Too close. There was no way I was coming on her tongue when I hadn’t felt what it was like to be inside her.

I took her hands from my ass and pulled her up, turning her so I could lay her back on the bed. Her tits spread, lulling to the side, so full I couldn’t even hold them in one hand. Her stomach flattened into a brown pillow. And don’t even get me started on the sexy girth of her thighs. I wanted her on top of me, riding me, pressing me into the bed. But first, I wanted her like this, face to face, with me in control.

Her eyes stayed on me as I lowered myself over her, my cock pressing into her stomach. “You’re so fucking sexy, Henrietta,” I breathed.

Her lips quirked slightly. She was nervous—I could tell—so I worked my way down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, sucking on one nipple while kneading her other breast, working a hand down to rub her sensitive spot. I was more than fine with taking my time with this beautiful woman despite how hard I was for her. She was worth the wait. And I needed her toneedme. To beg for me. Because I wouldn’t have her any other way.

She ran her hands down my back, digging her nails into my skin, holding on, until she was gasping for air.

“Tyler,” she rasped. “I want you closer.”

46

Henrietta

Confession: I love Tyler Griffen.

He rolleda condom over his length and then propped himself up over me. I held on to his shoulders, feeling him press his tip to my entrance. This was it, the moment I would no longer be a virgin. But it was so much more, seeing Tyler’s face, inches from mine. Watching him search my eyes as he pressed inside.

I’d heard it could hurt the first time, and I had prepared myself for that. But it was more of a stretching sensation as he sheathed his thick cock inside me. He was slow at first, drawing himself almost all the way out, then pushing all the way in. Pressure built inside me with each thrust.

His lips curled into a sultry smile. “You feel so good, baby.”

All the emotions were there, happiness, surprise, delight, and so much more. I hardly had words, so I took his face in my hands, drawing his mouth to mine. He kissed me, hard, as he continued a steady rhythm, in and out. It was all so surreal. My first time. With Tyler Griffen.

I couldn’t have asked for anything better. My heart swelled as he continued his pace, filling me in a way I’d never known before. Emotion clogged my throat, and I swallowed, feeling tears sting my eyes.

“I know, baby,” he said as tears dripped down my cheeks. He lowered his hips to mine as he ground inside me, then cupped my face with his hand, brushing a tear away from my cheek. His voice was hoarse. “It’s never been like this for me before either.”

I felt more vulnerable, more seen, than I ever had in my life, with this man holding me. He wasn’t shying away from my feelings, from my size, from me. No, he’d embraced me and all that I was.

The swell in my heart grew with the build of my orgasm. “Tyler, I’m coming,” I gasped in shock. I never thought I would come with my first time, but the waves were growing. “I’m coming.”

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he said, pushing harder, faster, until he shuddered over me. Inside me. I whimpered as my orgasm milked his cock, and when we stilled, he lowered himself to lie beside me, his breaths slowing from the gasps he’d taken earlier.

Plastic snapped as he freed himself of the condom. I watched as he tied it in a knot, pulled the plastic to check for holes. Seeing none, he set it in the trashcan by my bed.

I rolled to my side, facing him, as I assessed my body. I felt different, not because I’d had sex, but because I’d been claimed as his. And he’d let himself be mine in the most intimate way. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if I was bleeding, but I doubted it. My hymen had probably already been broken by a toy or a tampon.

“That was amazing,” he said.

I smiled slightly and nodded. “I’m sorry for crying.”

He laughed, and I found myself laughing too. “Don’t worry about that,” he said. “You were so beautiful with your eyes shining.”

I covered my heart. “You’re perfect. Tell me there’s something wrong with you.”

“Well, I did have some unwholesome thoughts when you had your mouth on my cock.”

I sputtered, laughing. “I mean, that’s about the most ‘unwholesome’ sentence I’ve heard. What were you thinking?”

He took my hair, twirling it around his finger, then tugging gently. “I thought about taking your head and making you take all of me, as deep as you could, until you gagged on my cock.”

Even though I’d already come twice, my vagina clenched. “That sounds sexy.”

“Yeah? You’re into the dominating type?”

I bit my lip. “I think I am.”

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