with total pleasure. He ate me like a pro, spreading me open and dragging his tongue slowly, pressing it against me. He’d mix it up with slow, lazy circles around my clit, a few quick darts with the tip here and there.
It didn’t take much for orgasm number two to hit. And when it did, it hit me like a train. I squirmed and writhed as he made me come with his mouth, running my hands through his thick, dark hair and making sure he didn’t go anywhere.
When that orgasm faded, I dropped my arms to my sides and took in one deep breath after another. I looked at him and ordered, “Come…come up here.”
“Yeah? Why?” he teased.
I grinned. “Because I need you inside me.”
Duncan stood up, undoing his belt and zipper and button. He stepped out of his black leather shoes and pulled his trousers down, his cock straining against his boxer-briefs. God, what a sight. He was larger-than-life, built like a god. And whatever concerns I had about what he had going on down below were gone at the sight of his dick on the verge of ripping through the fabric of his underwear.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Do you even need to ask?”
He flashed me one more sly grin before pouncing, moving on top of me with speed that surprised me for a big guy like him. I grabbed his cock through his underwear, feeling how thick and hard it was, stroking it slowly. Duncan growled in response, letting me know I was on the right track. I was in a frenzy, nothing on my mind but Duncan, his cock, and how much I wanted it inside me.
“Something you should know,” he said, gazing at me with those brilliant blue eyes.
“What’s that?”
“When it comes to the bedroom…I like to be in control.”
“Is that right?
“It is.”
Not surprising that a powerful man like him would feel that way. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, not sure what to do with the information.
“Nothing,” he said. “I’ll take care of it all.”
The idea of being in his hands like that…did something to me. I’d already come twice, but that didn’t sate my desire for him. If anything, it made it more intense.
“Then take care of it.”
One more grin, then he rolled off his underwear and kicked them aside. His cock was gorgeous, a thing of total beauty. It was long and thick and solid, and the idea of it inside me was nearly enough to make my mouth water.
“Stay just like that,” he said, still on top of me.
With that, he swept up my legs, taking them into the air and resting them on his shoulders. His cock was inches from my opening, and I squirmed my hips, beckoning him to come inside. He clasped himself, placing his head at my opening and slowly pushing inside.
His fingers, his tongue, his mouth – they were incredible, but nothing could compare to what it felt like as he entered me.
Duncan’s cock filled me perfectly, like nothing I’d ever felt in my life. I’d been a touch worried that he might actually be too big, but as he pushed more and more of his inches into me, I found myself quickly accommodating him.
“How’s that?” he asked once he was buried to the root.
“So…so good,” I groaned, my head pressed hard into the bed.
Another smile. He pulled back and drove into me again, my walls gripping him tightly as he penetrated me. I was done, totally transfixed by him and how he felt inside me. I watched him work, watched him rise up and drop down, his cock vanishing into me.
Soon we were in a steady rhythm, Duncan pounding me hard, my breasts bouncing back and forth along with his thrusts.
“I…I…” I could barely speak.
“You’re what?” he asked, not breaking his pace.
“I’m going to…going to come again,” I cried loudly.
“Good,” he said. “I want you to come for me. I want you to come on my cock. And I want you to look me in the eyes while you do it.”
It sounded intense, but I wanted to do it, wanted to experience it. Right after he finished speaking the words, I came so hard I felt like I might unravel into nothing. But like he asked –like he’d told me— I stared deep into those blues.
He came with me, his cock pulsing inside as he drained himself deep within me, an expression of mild tension on his face as his body tensed and released.