boobs rising and falling with my rapid breathing.
“When I got here, I wanted you naked. Now I’m ready to go home and watch TV.”
“I’m tired of your mouth.”
“You’re hurting my feelings. Is that what your goal is here?”
Rolling his eyes, Goliath takes my hands and tugs me to my feet. “More drama.”
“Are you walking me to my car?” I ask once he wraps his huge hand around my bicep and pulls me back toward his trailer.
“You want my dick. I’ll give you my dick.”
“I don’t know. I’m mean, whoa,” I babble as the edible kicks into my system and makes the leaves on my ass decorative rather than embarrassing.
Goliath tugs me into his trailer, which isn’t nearly as “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” as I worried. While he isn’t a big believer in hanging up his clothes, the dishes are done, and the place smells of burgers rather than armpits.
Shutting his door, he leers at me. “Are you stoned?”
“More like feeling groovy, baby.”
“You need drugs to fuck me?”
“Let me put it this way, whiner,” I say, tugging free of my jacket and kicking off my boots. “If it was my giant dick about to pound your virgin pussy, would you want to be relaxed? This is about survival, motherfucker.”
Goliath allows a tiny smile. “Fair enough. Does that mean I don’t have to be careful?”
Gulping down too much air, I beg, “Please, don’t kill me with your dick.”
“Why do you assume my dick is huge? Can’t it be small or regular-sized while the rest of me is supersized?”
“Sure, but is it?”
Goliath’s smirk is the only answer I get before he tugs me against him and runs his hands through my hair. His lips are on mine before I can demand romantic pandering. Where is the stuff about me being so sexy and special and shit? Then again, if I wanted poetry, I shouldn’t be in a biker’s trailer.
I decide Goliath’s rough neediness isn’t that he’s a rough, needy lover. No, fuck that! He’s just super into me. How could he not be? I’ve got big tits and lots of fun curves. I’m not too much for him. No, he nearly tears off my shirt because he’s dying to press his face between my tits. How could he not be all about my hot body?
Goliath forces my bra to submit to his thick fingers. I don’t know if he actually undoes the clasps or rips the fabric. Then he plants his face between my boobs and inhales deeply as if he’s Dennis Hopper in “Blue Velvet.” His gray eyes flash up to my face and study me. Then he lifts his lips and covers mine. Goliath doesn’t kiss as much as demand my submission. He steals my breath. His heat slams into me, filling my body with arousal that shorts out my common sense.
“No reason to be scared,” he murmurs once his lips leave mine, and I realize I’m trembling.
I can’t explain my fears. Words feel dumb right now. I just kiss him and run my fingers through his wild hair. His lips leave mine and suck at my throat. He makes animalistic growls as his mouth feasts on my overheated flesh. I’m a little afraid of him going wild on my nipples. What if this bear of a man doesn’t return them in one piece?
Then his tongue bathes my right nipple, and I go weak in the knees. Between the pot and my intense lust, there is no world outside of this trailer. No past or future. It’s just this huge man and me. We need to feel good. That’s all I know. Nothing else matters.
His fingers tug down my sweatpants and underwear until I’m buck naked against him. I reach for his jeans, but he pushes away my hands and yanks them off himself. I don’t dare look at his cock. I can’t let myself fear what’s about to happen. If I get logical and consider how big he is, then I might shut down this sexy adventure. I’m sober enough to know I don’t want this to stop.
Not that I don’t take charge too. I maneuver Goliath into a sitting position on the bed. I straddle him before he can bitch. There is no way I want my first time under this giant man, where I’ll spend far too much time wondering if I’m about to die.
Then I lose the battle against his strong will. He leans me back and returns his lips to my nipples. His feverish sucking makes