Page 21 of Colossal
“Yes.”
My chest starts to hurt. Badly. Is it crazy to be in love this fast?
If anyone else told me they’d fallen in love in such a short space of time, I would think that love was superficial or flawed, but there’s nothing fake about this. Nothing wrong about it. Marlow and I together is nothing but right. Perfect.
But the word perfect gets a whole new definition when Marlow closes the refrigerator and reveals that she’s been undressing behind the door the whole time.
My extremely hot girlfriend is wearing nothing but turquoise lace panties.
No bra.No fucking bra.
Her tits are these naughty little things, pale and perky.
I can’t stop staring at them. Oh my God, she’s topless in my kitchen.
“Marlow…” I begin on a stuttered groan, my dick throbbing in the opening of my downed zipper. “What the hell are you doing with me, baby?”
A line appears between her brows as she struts forward, setting down a plate on the table in front of me. It’s a thick slice of vanilla cake I haven’t noticed until now, because yeah, she is basically naked, except for a few strips of lace. “What am I doing with you?” She perches her lips against mine, humming while she straddles my lap, her pussy snuggling up against my ache, those naked tits pressing to my chest. “First, I’m going to feed you,” she murmurs, touching our tongues together in a too brief kiss. “Then I’m going to let you fuck me. As many times as you can before six o’clock.”
“Jesus Christ,” I exhale sharply, hit with a wave of insane dizziness, my balls rippling and tightening, her lower body starting to work me, work me, work me. Riding me through my briefs. On top of that, she feeds a forkful of cake into my mouth.
“Eat.”
I manage to chew, but this guttural sound is coming from deep inside my chest, because she’s overwhelming my senses. There is too much good happening at once. Sweetness in my mouth, my stomach being filled, while she stimulates my cock, rubbing and writhing on it. Giving me an extra big bite, then leaning back, arching so I can ogle her tits while her hips move in a horny pattern, imprisoning me in sexual pain.
“Marlow, it’s both of our first time and…” I have to stop talking to moan, she’s dragging her cunt at the most precise angle upward along my hurting shaft. “Baby, I’m not going to be able to concentrate on what I’m doing…”
Her perfect mouth twists mine into a kiss. “However you give me that come is the right way, Eric. I just want it deep.”
I bear down to prevent myself from an explosion.
It’s a wonder I haven’t popped already.
“Now?” I grit out.
She rubs our noses together. “Are you done with your cake, Daddy?”
I don’t even bother answering, I’m in such a staggering state of lust. I stumble to my feet with Marlow clinging to me, her thighs squeezed around my hips, and I barrel toward my bedroom, absently wishing I was wearing my skates so I could go faster. I cradle her close and tuck her head beneath my chin on the way through my doorframe, because I’m so worried about knocking her into a wall or hurting her, but finally, we’re in my room and I am more of an animal than I realized, or maybe she just makes me one, because she’s on the bed in a split second. I’m on top of her limber body, groaning over the gift of gravity, because oh God yeah, I’m finally able to grind down on that pussy, the way I’ve been needing to do since we met. Finally able to set myself loose, because we’re alone. Not in public, not at school, not in a parking lot.
It's just me and my future wife and her spread legs.
Our mouths taste like vanilla and she’s whining for a load of come already, my balls all too ready to comply. I work her panties down her hips and thighs, in total disbelief that I’m about to have sex. Me. I never thought I’d do this with another person, let alone thebestperson.
“I want it so bad,” she whimpers when she’s completely naked.
Not even wearing panties. Holy shit.
Once I take my cock out of my briefs, there won’t be anything preventing me from pushing it into her hole. And I know it’s wet, because I’ve leaned sideways onto my left elbow and my fingers are there now, playing with her slick little clit. Watching her eyes turn glassy the longer I fondle it, the pads of my fingers growing more and more soaked.
“I’m worried I’m going to blow if I put my fingers in you.”
“If you do, we’ll just go eat more cake until it gets big again,” she whispers, blinking.
“How did I find the perfect woman?”
She grins up at me, but in a drowsy, ready-to-fuck kind of way, and I’m getting so desperate to experience her, all of her, that I lock down my loins and slowly, slowly, push my middle finger into the opening of her pussy, alarm bells pealing almost immediately. “Oh no. No.” I push and twist my digit, making her shudder. “I won’t fit in here.”
“Yes, you will,” she says haltingly.
