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I turn my head around and catch a glimpse of his dick. It’stwitching and leaking onto his stomach. The sheer size is so overtly masculine. Everything about him oozes brute strength. I’ve never considered a dick to be “hot” before but, hell, his is so…erotic.
Another shot of precum spurts from his tip, and that’s it for me. I yell out his name at a volume I’m not sure I knew I was capable of. I’m surprised the cabin doesn’t crumble with the magnitude of this orgasm. My body shakes and writhes. I wonder if I’ve suffocated him.
As my vision slowly returns, I turn my head back to his face. I gushed all over him.Allover him.
Panting, I manage to breathe, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.”
He has a huge grin as his head pops up from between my legs. Maybe the biggest grin I’ve ever seen from the rarely smiling Vance McCaffrey. “What happened is that you got McCaffed.”
I can’t help but let out a laugh. I walked right into that one.
Easily sliding down his body, I lick all around his face. He lets out a moan. “Do you like the taste of your pussy on my face, baby?”
I shiver at his words. Vance McCaffrey just called me baby.
“I love how much you like your own juices. Maybe you’ll lick them off my dick when we’re done. Would you like that? Do you want to suck your come off my cock?”
Holy shit. Vance McCaffrey is dirty, and I’m here for it. All I can do is nod. I want that. Desperately.
Our eyes meet. His are burning with desire. I have no doubt mine are too. “Are you ready for me, Gully Sulley?”
I nod. “Give me your best, Vile Vance.”
I lift up onto my knees and bring the python’s head to my opening. He grabs hold of it with me. “Circle it. Ease him in slowly.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s not a car backing into a spot. It’s amonster dick trying to fit into an opening not made for a monster dick.”
He smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows up and down. I love this playful side of him. Most people don’t get to see it.
I take a few deep breaths and begin to take him. My heart is thumping so hard in my chest I wonder if he can hear it.
He grabs my hips and moves me in a circular motion, paying close attention to where our bodies are slowly joining as one. His thumb begins rubbing my clit. That’s how big his hands are. He can grip my hips and rub my clit at the same time.
It takes a few minutes, but I finally get him all the way in. I’m guessing I’m now forever ruined for all other men. I’m completely still. Afraid to move. There’s a new and wonderful sensation spreading all over every inch of me.
My body begins to tremble. I’m not sure if it’s the fullness or the emotional magnitude of the moment. Perhaps it’s both, but it’s completely out of my control.
He lifts himself into a seated position and wraps his arms around me. Kissing up my neck, he whispers, “You did it, good girl. Now buckle up and enjoy the ride.”
I smile as his tongue licks and then bites my nipple. I yell out from the unexpected pain, but he quickly sucks my nipple into his mouth in a soothing manner.
I grind my hips, and he groans before licking up my neck and finding my mouth. His tongue sweeps through me while his hands move to my hips again and begin to lift me up.
Just before I feel like his tip might emerge, he slams me back down. I suck in a breath. “Oh god, I can’t. I can’t take you.”
He growls, “You can, and you will.”
My head falls forward, and I bite the area between his neck and shoulder. I think his cocks swells even more when I do. Does he like a little pain with his pleasure?
I grab onto his hair and pull it harder than I ever have before. His head is forced to jerk back, and I think it’s some sort ofstarting pistol for him. He goes feral, immediately flipping me onto my back with him still inside me.
His hips swivel a few times before he withdraws and then slams back into me. Over and over again. There are noises coming out of my mouth that I don’t recognize. I have no idea what they are, and I can’t seem to control them. I think I might be speaking French…and I don’t know French.
His muscular body is so damn tight as it begins to slicken with perspiration. He’s dominant male perfection at its finest. It’s a sight I will never forget until the day I die.
“Can you feel how fucking hard you make me?”
Yeah, buddy. Feeling you isn’t the problem here. I’m feeling all of you. Every long, wide, thick, veiny inch.
