against mine, before glancing up to capture my heavy gaze. His dick pressed into the side of my thigh, heavy like an iron rod flexing its strength and readiness.
A glance down revealed that his dick was even bigger than the reflected image of it I had seen in the mirror. The warning, objects in the mirror are smaller than they appear, definitely applied in this case because Arjen was working with a weapon of mass pussy destruction.
I sat up, forgetting that a whole man was nestled against me because his energetic member had captured my focus. Having been dick deprived for over four months, I was fascinated by the size and the rigid hardness that made it gleam against the light. My fingertip traced a vein up his shaft, making it break loose and slide up my hip. The sight of it, deep pink, hard as velvet cover steel and moving against my leg, had my pussy drooling.
Captivated, I reached out my forearm, sitting it next to his thickness as his lips and tongue flirted with my neck. Based on my visual calculations, I was in a world of fucking trouble. I had a phat ass, and my thighs were on the thick side, but those measurements were based on my perceptions. When put up against the world scale, I was a healthy medium and he was packing enough man-meat to start a major reconstruction project.
My pussy quivered at the idea of him feeding her all of that hard-heat and ravaging her in her severely neglected state. She was down there, purring and cooing in anticipation, not at all in line with what I was thinking in my head: You’re going to get destroyed, you hungry bitch!
The old saying, be careful what you wish for, blasted off like a siren in my head. I had asked and was gifted a Mandingo, whose dick could be used as a floatation device. If he managed to stuff it all inside me, my pussy was probably going to end up on a stretcher. But, I knew better, I was more than likely going to end up becoming spoiled to his size.
“How do you want it?” he asked, drawing my attention. Once his question sank in, it threw me off because I had never been asked that before. I was usually left behind, trying to get the man to give me the things I wanted while he was sprinting to the finish line.
“You’re going to give me what I want?” I finally responded.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t intend to. I want you to want more, therefore, if I do it right the first time…”
A wide grin broke out on my face at those words. It was like he was in my head.
“Well,” I smiled at his dick. “You’re hung like a fucking wild horse, and my pussy hasn’t been used properly in a long time. I say we go slow at first and see how far that gets us.”
“We’re going to get far, so, so, far,” he whispered against my lips before rolling swiftly over the top of me. I’d have liked to have known what it was like to have his dick in my mouth, but would have to forgo the opportunity until later. Right now, we had much more pressing business to attend to as dick and pussy were about to say hello.
On his elbows, he hovered above me before reaching down between us.
A sly grin filled his face. “I’m going to enjoy opening up your little pussy, and making it mine.” He growled the word mine and his grin grew wide, letting me know he meant the arrogant words coming out of his mouth.
His exploring fingers split my lips before he eased a long one in so slow my body trembled.
“You weren’t lying about it being a while. You’re so tight, but dripping fucking wet.”
He slid his finger in deep and pulled it out with a flirting wiggle. When the tip of his finger reached the edge, he added another and shove in two to get me flowing faster and dripping for him. When he had me good and soaked, he aligned himself for entry, and my mind caught up with my brain.
“Condom,” I uttered as his hot velvety head slipped back and forth against my warm wet hole.
“I’m clean, love, and I know you’re on birth control. Plus, wives shouldn’t ask their husbands to use condoms.”
He told my ass. It appeared I had received the proper guidance on