I moved onto his Alaskan king-size bed and lay my head on one of his pillows. I expected kinkier sex, something not missionary. I didn’t even mind skipping sex as long as his dick was in my mouth. But I was excited to feel his thick length deep inside me. I’d never taken a bigger man, and now I was afraid I would never be able to go back once we were finished.
He climbed on top of me, his heavy weight shifting the mattress as he moved. His enormous cock hung at the ready, pointing at my entrance like he couldn’t wait to be inside me. His arms immediately hooked behind my knees, and he stretched me apart, as if I would need to be open as wide as possible if I was going to take that behemoth between his legs. “Notice anything about my bed?”
My hands clawed at his chest because I was so anxious for sex. I’d never wanted a man to fuck me more. I’d hated him that morning, but now he was my ultimate fantasy. My hands moved into the back of his hair, and I brought his lips to mine for a kiss. “Shut up and fuck me.” I could taste my pussy on his lips, and the sensation only aroused me more.
He kissed me back but only for a few seconds. “You’re the only one in it.”
I rested my face against his and felt my pussy tighten. Unlike everyone else, I got to enjoy him exclusively for the night. I got all his attention, all his affection, and all of his dick. “Good. Because I don’t like to share.” I grabbed his length and pointed his crown at my entrance.
He pressed his dick inside me and ignored the resistance. His cock was way too big for my small size, but he wouldn’t accept the denial. He pushed again until he got past the barrier and met the pool of moisture that was practically dripping between my thighs. Then he sank the rest of the way, sheathing more and more until most of his length was deep inside me.
A cock had never felt so good. “Cato…” My hands left his hair and glided down his back. My nails sliced him with my enthusiasm, but it couldn’t be controlled. Now I was just a woman lost to her hormones, a woman who just wanted to be with a man. “Fuck, you feel good.” If I’d known it would be this good, I would have fucked him in the back of his car on the way here.
He moaned as he started to thrust, his eyes locked on mine as he tapped his headboard against the wall. “Damn, this is good pussy.”
I grabbed his ass and yanked him deeper into me, feeling the climax hit me right away. I didn’t need more than ten thrusts to come apart. I’d been ready for a climax for the last fifteen minutes. It was surprising that I didn’t explode the second he was inside me. “God…” My head relaxed into the pillow, and I watched him continue to thrust into me, continue to give me his enormous dick at the perfect pace. “Yes…yes.” My nails clawed down his arms, and my hips bucked back into him. I bit my bottom lip as I came undone. This man had accomplished something no other man ever could. He made me come so hard, I didn’t think that intensity was possible—and he didn’t even try. Maybe his arrogance was appropriate, after all.
He went still as he kept his entire length inside me. With my legs still pinned back and his eyes glued to mine, he wore the same look of arousal he started with, but now it was accompanied by a hint of torture. “You better not be done. I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
Orgasms later and early in the morning, I lay in bed beside him, listening to his deep, even breathing. He was fast asleep, fully satisfied after making me come for him so many times.
I opened my eyes and spotted the time on the clock.
It was six in the morning.
That was the greatest night of sex I’d ever had, and I could easily lie there forever and just enjoy it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so well pleased. No man had ever stepped up to the plate and hit a home run like that. Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in