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Desperate to please him, I do as I’m told and open my mouth as wide as I can. With one hand still holding my hair, he strokes his cock twice with the other before slowly feeding it into my mouth. It’s so domineering. I can feel my wetness dripping onto my panties.
“Relax and open your throat.”
I do my best, and he pushes in until I feel his tip touch my throat…or my lungs. I’m not sure. I only know that it’s so all-encompassing that I can barely breathe.
As he begins to withdraw, I seal my lips around him and suck as hard as I can. He hisses in approval.
My tongue swirls over his tip as his cock continues to slowly recede until we repeat the whole process over and over again.
I replace his hand on his base with one of mine and then the other because yes, I can fit both hands and my mouth around his cock all at the same time. I don’t know whether his dick was created by an angel or a sadist, but it’s something to behold. I swear it looks even bigger now than it did at the cabin. Maybe that’s because it’s in my face. In my mouth. Down my throat.
He continuously battles the obvious desire to tilt his head back in ecstasy, refusing to break our eye contact. It’s wholly intimate. Too intimate.
His body starts to shake. His grip on my hair tightens. He’s getting close. It makes me feel powerful that I’m able to drive a man like Vance mad with desire. To teeter on the edge of control. I can sense he’s about to lose it.
I begin twisting motions with both hands. As soon as I do, he snaps, thrusting his cock into me like a man possessed. Deep, hard strokes. Saliva uncontrollably drips from my mouth and down my chin.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sulley. I’m coming.”
I’d tell him to give it all to me, but I currently have nine inches of pure masculinity stuffed inside my mouth, practically choking me while I’m doing my best to play it cool like it’s a normal everyday occurrence for a woman to deal with a man so damn big.
Vance McCaffrey losing control at my hands will forever be an image that replays in my mind, no matter what happens moving forward.
Four more long strokes and I’m blessed with the first lengthyshot of his semen. And then a second. And then a third. What the hell kind of protein does this guy consume? My mouth is full of him, but nothing has ever tasted better.
I’m still in the process of swallowing down what feels like a gallon of man milk when he pulls me up and slams our mouths together at the same time as our bodies come together. He slides his arms around me. It’s warm and comfortable. Safe. It’s everything I want and need.
These feelings I’ve been working hard since Montana to push away are popping to the surface like they were never gone. Why him? Anyone but him.
Once again, I shove all our baggage to the side and melt into the sensation of being with my dream man, knowing the pleasure he’s going to bring to my body in mere minutes. The pleasure he brought to my body countless times in Montana. Pleasure only he’s ever given me.
Our lips break while he tears my clothes from my body in mere seconds, as ravenous for me as I am for him. His T-shirt quickly joins the pile of our clothing on the ground.
We stand close, completely naked, as his eyes move up and down my body. His thumbs brush over my nipples. “I don’t know what I want to do to you first.”
I had the feeling in Montana that he was holding back a bit. I saw glimpses of his rough nature and filthy mouth, but I don’t want him holding back now.
“Anything you want,” I breathe. “Don’t hold back.”
His green eyes very clearly darken as his tongue runs across his lower lip. His eyes briefly break with mine and move toward his massive kitchen island.
My lips curl in amusement, knowing what he’s thinking.
Mustering up all the confidence I can, I saunter over to the island, swaying my hips along the way. Bending over the island and sticking my ass in the air, I slowly run my hand over waist, hip, and backside before whispering, “Do your worst, big boy.”
Immediately hardening again, he stalks my way. “You’re about to get it good.”
“Bring it. Give it all to me. Don’t hold back. I want everything.”
He runs his fingertips over the bones of my spine and then down the crack of my ass. I try not to flinch. I’ve never done anything with my back door. When I said that I wanted everything, I’m not sure I considered that it was a possibility.
But his fingers continue their path down the backs of my legs as he drops down to his knees. “I fucking love these long legs. I particularly loved when they were wrapped around my face.”
Yep, I loved that too.
My body is overheating at his touch. The cold stone of the island feels soothing on my frontside.
I gasp when his hands roughly grab my ass cheeks and he spreads them apart, swiping his tongue from opening to opening. Some noise I don’t recognize escapes my mouth. It’s somewhere between a moan and a mewl.
