Page 39 of Mailroom Delight
I took the liberty and opportunity to run my hands over his chest and placed a kiss at the edge of the dragon tattooed on the hard plane of his lower abs. I trailed kisses along his abs and stopped at his waistband, looking down at his cock pushing against his pants.
It looked massive.
He smiled at my expression.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. You’ll have a good time baby.”
I returned the smile, not doubting his words in the least.
He undid his belt and shrugged out of his pants and boxers at the same time
releasing the full length of his cock.
I was right. He was massive, and the sight of him turned me on even more.
When he retrieved a condom from the back pocket of his pants and rolled
it down the thick length of his shaft I had to keep from drooling.
“Ready?” he asked again, and I nodded.
“I’m ready, Jason.”
He took hold of my waist and pressed the fat head of his cock against my entrance, then eased inside me with a wicked smile on his face.
My breath caught in my chest, going short.
He pressed deeper, sliding in a bit at a time until he filled me completely.
I gasped, unable to take the pressure anymore.
I’d never felt so full. I cried out from the surge of pleasure that immediately consumed me.
“Did I hurt you baby?” He stopped, looking worried.
“No, please don’t stop. Please.” I begged.
“Don’t worry, sweet thing. I don’t plan to.” He promised and with that he moved his hips and started pumping into me, building up a steady rhythm.
Then faster.
I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and God it felt so good.
He felt good, and I didn’t want him to ever stop.
Jason built up more speed and really started to pound into me. I came instantly. Then it was like I had lost my mind and orgasm after orgasm hit me in a way that left my body tingling all over. As if I were on fire and the flames of desire scorched my skin.
“Jason.” I called out his name and when I reached for him he took hold of me allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.
We continued from there.
In that position I felt even more filled with him and he had a direct hit to my g-spot with each thrust. The pressure that built up inside my core pushed me to the edge. Another orgasm took me.
This one powerful and scorching. I felt this one would be all that my poor, lonely body could take.
“Oh, fuck! Paige, hold on tight.” He groaned.
I was glad I took the advice, because it did feel like I was on a ride. A ride to ecstatic bliss that I never wanted to stop.
