Page 26 of Colossal
She’s an angel. She’s a devil.
How is she real?
My face is screwed up in a wince as I slide my cock out a single inch of her tight cunt and refill her, a monstrous shudder tearing through me. “No. No. I’m going to blow.”
Instead of being disappointed that I might pop early, her sides start to heave with excitement. “Whatever you need, Daddy, just make it deep.”
I moan so loud, I know they heard it downstairs, but I’m beyond caring. “I’ll eat you out so good afterward. I can’t…I j-just can’t…you’re making the knots too tight.” I press my chest to her bare back, getting intothatposition, the one a man gets into when he’s only got a few drives and then it’s all over. I wrap a forearm beneath her hips to keep them elevated, my lower body starting to ram her all on its own, my need taking over. I’m already guilty for the force I use to fuck her from behind, her screams barely muffled by the mattress.
“That little dress,” I grunt in her ear. “Is that what a come slut wears to stiffen up her man’s balls?”
“Yes,” she gasps, taking a pound.
“Worked, didn’t it? Boiled my jizz on fucking sight. I hope you like it hot.”
“I love it hot and yummy, Daddy. In my mouth. In my—”
“Stop. Oh God, oh God.” I flatten her to the bed like a fiend, both of my forearms beneath her hips, keeping her hole fuckable while the rest of her petite body is pinned beneath me. My T-shirt has ridden up and my thick, hairy belly drags up and down in the small of her back, my knees opening and digging into the mattress, giving myself leverage to rail her harder, like a goddamn fuck toy, and I forget where I am. Forget about anything but her amazing little cunt, my roars of pleasure echoing around the room, the bed slamming up against the wall every time I bottom out.
But I want to see her gorgeous face when I pop, my heartdemandingit, and in seconds I’ve got Marlow on her back, taking my dick extra rough with a blissful expression on her face, that horny silk dress tangled up beneath her bouncing tits.
“Daddy’s tight fuck,” I growl above her head, my pumps coming in quick slaps now, faster than I knew I could move, my balls drawing up tight, tight, tight, my hulking body flattening her smaller, more delicate one. “Can I…just a little harder…”
“Yes.”
I’ll be ashamed later. Right now, I can only drive her up the bed with the kind of force I was taught never to use on a woman, but in this case, maybe because she’s a miracle, that final violent thrust shoots her into an orgasm, her screams like fucking poetry in my ears, my nut spurting into the deepest recesses of Marlow’s shaking body, spend firing out of me in thick glops, allowing me blessed relief.
She tilts her head back and moans while she’s being filled up with sperm, and something tells me she’s mentally tallying every sacred drop. “Thank you, Daddy,” she gasps as her cunt starts to overflow with the excess. “Thank you! Thank you!”
As usual, her exuberant joy over taking my come is like an aphrodisiac and I blow more.More. I bay like a beast and spew into her fragile heat, depleting myself until I’m almost comatose, but I stay conscious out of fear that I might crush my Fairy Tale. My sweet, vulnerable Fairy Tale that also has to be the horniest eighteen-year-old girl on the planet.Thank you, Jesus.
“Holy shit,” I heave, rolling onto my back beside her. Holding her close and kissing her forehead when she rolls up against me. That’s when my conscience catches up with me. Fast. “Baby.” Alarm bells ringing, I turn and drag her to my chest, running my hands all over her friction burned, flushed, sweaty body. “Baby, did I hurt you?”
“No.” She grins up at me, stars dancing in her eyes. “I’ve never felt this good in my whole life. Never been this happy.”
“Me either,” I say, my throat hurting something fierce. “I love you, Marlow.”
“I love you, too.”
I’m not sure what happens to my brain here, but I’m looking down at this girl who is the epitome of beauty and temptation…and she’s smart, thoughtful, funny,everything…and she lovesme?Forgive me, but I still don’t get it. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut, but she’s keeping secrets from me, I can sense it, and I’m afraid of those secrets coming out and crumbling me when she just made me whole.
So I give voice to the ugliest insecurity floating around in my big, stupid head.
“Is the reason you don’t want to introduce me to your parents, because you think they’ll find me…unattractive? Or they’ll be horrified that I’m so…huge and—”
“What?” She jackknifes into a sitting position. “No. No!”
I don’t allow myself to be relieved. “Then why is it okay for my teammates to come over and benormalwith your sisters?”
Her chest dips on a heavy breath. “Becausethey’renormal,” she mumbles.
I sit up, too, turning her chin so she’s forced to look at me. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Can’t we just leave things the way they are?” she whispers, her bottom lip trembling. “Seeing each other at school and whenever I can sneak away?”
The answer here should probably be yes. I should be grateful for every second of the time she’s willing to give me. But that wouldn’t be right.
Because whatever is wrong is making her cry. And excuse me, butfuck that.
