“I’m going to stretch this tight little pussy of yours out a little bit so I can fuck it.”
Please do.
He released my neck and gripped my ass in his hands, spreading it wide as he pulled himself from within me. I felt his thumbs on the onside of my thighs, right beside my swollen mound. With slightly more force, he spread me wider. Then, all of him came rushing in, one thick inch at a time.
I gasped.
After a few slow strokes of his long thick shaft, I felt myself approaching climax.
It couldn’t be. It had only been a few minutes and a few strokes.
His hands spread my ass cheeks apart, and his cock stretched my pussy with each stroke. I felt the tip of his cock bottom out and lunged forward, sending my head into the back cushion.
A slight tingling began to run through me.
Fuck yes. Spread it wide.
He pressed his hand against the back of my head as he continued to fuck me. I felt his weight shift slightly, and his cock twisted inside of me. And then…
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
His foot pressed into the back of my head, forcing my face into the cushion of the couch while his cock found space within me that I had no idea existed. Whatever was happening was redefining sex as far as I knew it. The tip of his cock was in an all-new place, and I never wanted it to leave.
“Oh Jesus. Right. There,” I gasped.
With his right thigh hovering over my back, and his left foot on the floor, it was similar to having scissor sex. The depth of his cock was insane, and the feeling was immense, yet extremely pleasurable.
His foot pressed into the base of my skull was the icing on top of the sexual cake.
Although it was exactly what I wanted, I felt helpless and small – like I was being fucked by a powerful giant of a man.
Grunts shot from his lungs with each stroke while he continued to fuck me. I moaned into the dense fabric, embracing the combination of pain and pleasure as one.
His hands released my ass yet his thick shaft continued to stretch me to new limits. In anticipation of where his hands would land next, I opened my eyes and attempted to catch a glimpse of him, only to realize doing so was impossible with his size 13 foot smashed into my skull.
Then, his fingertip found my clit.
He rubbed my sensitive nub feverishly while continuing to remind me just how much I enjoyed being filled with his massive girth.
All of the feelings of pleasure began to merge, and quickly came together as one. My entire body began to tingle. His finger circled my clit, his foot pressed against my head, and his cock pounded my soaking wet pussy.
I cried out into the room.
“Oooohhhh Fuuuuccckkkk!”
An orgasm of newfound proportion rushed from within me, somehow escaping through every ounce of my existence at once.
My vision blurred. My ears began to ring. My legs gave out.
And, miraculously, I was transported – body, mind, and spirit – to a place I had never known.
***
I looked around me. I was in my bathroom, in the tub with water running over me, and Ethan was peering down at me with a sudsy loofah in his hand.
“You came really hard. Kind of passed out,” he said. “I carried you in here.”
I felt terrible. “Did you come?” I asked.
He grinned. “Oh yeah. That’s part of the reason you’re in here. I uhhm. I pulled out and shot it all over your ass. And your back. A little in your hair, too.”
“Good,” I said. “As long as I satisfied you.”
He rubbed the soapy sponge over my shoulder. “You’re worried whether or not you satisfied me?”
I relaxed into the warm tub of water and nodded. “Yeah.”
“You letting me be part of your life satisfies me, Jaz. Completely. All the rest? Everything we do? The sex, the goofing around, the meals, and the fighting? That makes each day with you seem like Christmas.”
He didn’t speak often, but when he did, it seemed to always make me happy. I splashed some water onto my face and smiled as my pre-period emotions got the best of me.
And I thanked God that Ethan was a part of my life.
TWENTY-ONE
Jaz
Day sixty.
With the rhythm of a dancer he gyrated his hips, bringing the pleasure of his thick cock with each well-timed movement. On my back with my heels high in the air, I mentally embraced each powerful stroke.
I craned my neck and looked at the alarm clock. “Five minutes!”
He lifted his head. “What the fuck?”
The fight started in thirty-five minutes, and the drive would take fifteen. Time wasn’t on my side. “I can’t be late,” I said dryly.
The movement of his hips stopped and he shot me a look. “You can’t be late and I can’t keep having you barking out time limits. It’s fucking me up.”
“Alright, I won’t say anything for ten more minutes.” I said. “Now, get back to work.”
Hovering over me with his hips wedged between my inner thighs, he flexed his chest muscles and glared. “What?”
I wagged my eyebrows and grinned.
He cleared his throat. “Get back to work?”
“Uh huh.”
He pulled himself from inside of me and flipped me onto my stomach. The change was fast and unexpected. I was really enjoying our previous position, but before I had time to protest, he shoved me full of cock.
I heaved out a breath.
Jesus.
“Get back to work, huh?” His hand came down hard against my right ass cheek.
Fuck.
The unexpected slap startled me. With my butt burning from the pain and my mind closing in on sexual euphoria, I shut my eyes and bit against my lower lip.
He began to fuck me like he was working against the clock. I guess in some respects he was. After each three or four strokes, his hand would slap my ass again, providing me a painful yet pleasurable experience. He repeated the process over and over, his rhythm becoming steady and foreseeable.
I closed my eyes and separated myself from everything except his predictable movements. Lost in the magic of being one with Ethan, my mind drifted away. My concerns about the fight, finances, and my fear of commitment vanished.
Encompassed in my bubble of bliss, I became lost. Separated from the often abusive world of reality, my fears, my past, and the worries associated with my future all drifted away and I began to tingle from head to toe.
Although my thoughts and feelings appeared to be lucid, I wondered if somehow my mind had become stuck between what was real and what was imaginary. The tingling from within me rang throughout my body like an electric shock, and I opened my eyes.
The orgasm caused my muscles to spasm. My entire body shuddered in response. I stretched my mouth open wide, wanting desperately to cry out, but doing so was impossible. With wide eyes and a warm heart, I allowed the tremors to run through me until they diminished to nothing.
The room smelled like sex with a spritz of Ethan’s cologne. I rolled onto my back, closed my eyes, and inhaled the wonderful scent.
I opened my eyes. “Oh. My. God. That was intense.”
Still catching his breath, Ethan grinned. “Agreed.”
I glanced at the clock.
Fuck!
“Oh my God! The fight starts in thirteen minutes!” I screamed.
“Grab your bag.” He jumped from the bed and grabbed his jeans. “I’ll get you there in time.”
It was a fifteen-minute ride to the gym, and it’d take a few more to get inside, to the ring, and geared up. There was no way.
Fuck.
“There’s no way we’ll make it.”
“Grab your shit, Jaz,” he demanded, pointing at my bag.
“I said I’ll get you there, I’ll get you there.”
I rolled off the edge of the bed and attempted to stand. My legs – exhausted from the orgasm of epic proportion – folded beneath me.
And I fel
l to the floor.
THIRTY
Jaz
Day eighty-five.
In a successful training regimen, sleeping is believed to be as important as exercise and eating. Ethan had been staying over regularly since our talk, and having him at my side in the morning made it difficult to get out of bed.
I was convinced sleeping with Ethan had become an important part of my training.
“Isn’t life interesting?” he asked.
I rolled to my side and flopped my arm over his bare chest. “What do you mean?”
“Two and a half months ago, I didn’t even know you. Now? You’re fighting for a title fight, and Ripp agreed to train me. I just…” He turned his head to the side and kissed me. “I can’t imagine life without you.”
I got lost on his blue eyes for a moment, and then began to admire his messy hair. I had grown to love how it was never combed, but was always a perfect disaster. “I can’t imagine life without you, either. It’s been two and a half months? Already?”
“Crazy, huh?”
I slipped my hand over his bicep and pulled him close. “Yeah.”
“It’ll be awesome when Ripp can start. I can’t wait.”
I laid my head against his chest. “I’m sorry it won’t be until after my fight.”
His hands slid along my bare back and came to rest at my waist. “Right now, training you is more important. I’ve been this long with my trainer, a few more weeks won’t hurt anything.”
“Your next fight’s when, next week?”
“Yeah, four days. Hopefully my last with Brockman.”
The sound of his voice resonated through his chest and against my ear. There wasn’t anything especially sensual about it, but for whatever reason, I found feeling the sound of his voice as he spoke to be a turn-on.
I pressed my ear firmly to his chest. “Say something else.”
“What?”
“Anything.”
“I want you to meet my parents.”
I craned my neck, but kept my ear flat to his chest. “Really?”
“Uh huh. I think it’s overdue. Are you okay with that?”
I liked the thought of meeting them. It was yet another step in the right direction as far as our relationship was concerned. Further proof that Ethan was in my life for a reason.
“I’d like that.”
I laid still for a moment and listened to his heartbeat. I found it to be comforting, and the predictable pattern soon lulled me into a state of conscious slumber. I remained there for some time, thinking about having in-laws being a permanent part of my life.
I worried for a fleeting moment how they might accept me, and then decided that I had nothing to be ashamed of. “Do you think they’ll like me?”
“I know they’ll like you.”
I grinned at the thought. “I love you.”
I reached between his legs and began to stroke him slowly and softly. “I love you, too.”
Within a few strokes, he was firm in my hand. Without speaking, I tossed my leg over his waist, situated myself, and guided him into my wetness.
Seeing his handsome face and feeling his girth inside if me at the same time was too much. I closed my eyes.
Giving Ethan my heart allowed me to exhale, which was something I had waited a lifetime to do. Immediately, I began to feel an entirely different level of satisfaction when we were together. Now, seated deep inside of me, an entire host of new feelings sat poised and ready to be released.
With each stroke of his cock, a few of them managed to escape.
They fluttered about inside of me. I buried my fingernails into his muscular chest, arched my back, and opened my eyes.
I looked down. He gazed back at me, his eyes filled with love.
Seeing his level of satisfaction caused a few of them to free themselves, riding on the backs of my pleasure filled moans.
Methodically, I worked my hips back and forth, taking time to make certain I used each and every inch of his length to my satisfaction. His massive girth stretched me to my limit each time we made love, and it was that combination of pleasure and pain that satisfied the sexual beast within me.
I gripped his massive chest firmly, digging the tips of my fingers against the flesh. In turn, he dragged his fingers along my back and bucked his hips in perfect time with the movement of my hips.
His upward thrusts buried the tip of his cock deep within me, each time forcing the breath from my lungs like a shot.
I chewed against my lower lip and closed my eyes, allowing myself to focus on the feeling of having him inside of me. Together, we continued to our quest for sexual satisfaction, grinding against each other wildly.
His girth increased. His breathing became irregular and heavy. Knowing he was on the verge of reaching climax caused me to quickly rise to my own peak of sensual satisfaction.
A tingling from within me gave warning of what was to come. I opened my eyes. He looked back at me and thrust his hips, filling me with his entire length.
I gasped out in pleasure, and with the last thrust of our successive hips, we reached climax together.
In love.
And as one.
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FIVE
Jess
HE was an absolute asshole. I liked assholes, but I doubted that was the only thing about him I liked. After struggling with it for some time, I decided it was his confidence. It seemed he couldn’t contain it. And, I liked that about him. His walk. His attitude. His demands.
He had a big dick and he knew it.
His home was unlike anything I’d ever seen, and his garage was bigger than my entire house. Filled with exotic cars, motorcycles, and jet-skis, it was further proof that he was involved in something other than a common job for common wages.
I found that to be strangely attractive as well.
It was crazy thinking I agreed to a one-night stand with him, but I did. It was something I never would have guessed I’d do willingly, and in fact, I prided myself in never having a one-night stand by agreement or otherwise.
After I agreed, I immediately regretted it, but the regret didn’t last long.
As soon as he took off his pants, it vanished.
He unbuckled his belt. “So you understand what this is, right?”
“Yep.”
I was half-drunk, horny, and ready to be his fuck puppet. My eyes fell to his waist. I desperately wanted to see it. I was ready. He pushed his jeans past the base of his cock, taking his boxers with them at the same time. When the waistband cleared the tip, I gasped.
Holy shit.
His cock looked like the rest of him. Oversized. Thick. Muscular. Prepared for action. I stared. Seconds later, I realized I was still gawking at it with my mouth wide open. I probably looked like an overanxious sex-starved idiot.
All of which were true, but I didn’t want him to know.
“Bend over the bed,” he said.
I looked up. He was shirtless.
Dear. Fucking. God.
I would have done a fucking cartwheel and a backflip if he’d told me to. Thankfully, he hadn’t. At least not yet.
His muscles were covered in more muscles. His ripped abdomen and broad chest defined sexy. I eagerly pushed my panties to the floor and bent over the bed. I felt my dress clear my ass and bunch up around my waist. I bit into my lower lip and prepared for him to fill me with his ten inches of thickness.
I felt his warm breath against my wet mound.
I’d never had a guy go down on me without begging him to, and even then it rarely happened. There always seemed to be an excuse supporting why it either didn’t need to happen, or couldn’t happen.
Dick needed no invitation.
Without warning, his tongue licked along my slit perfectly and with precision. I twisted my hips, buried my face into the comforter, and released a sigh of pleasure. Not since Bobby Buckley finger banged me for the first time underneath the bleachers in middle school had a
nything felt so good.
His tongue circled my clit. He sucked, nibbled, and fingered his way into my pussy and into my heart. Fully prepared for a one-night stand, but in no way ready for him to eat my pussy, my heart went aflutter.
His fingers worked in and out while his mouth sucked on my clit. His tongue flicked against my little swollen nub with each stroke of his finger, and together, they quickly brought me into a drunken state of ecstasy.
While he continued to suck and lick, I floated away, into a place I hadn’t yet known. The excitement of it all – his bad boy attitude, his dick-ish behavior, and his wealth – proved to be just too much.
I wailed out in pleasure as my body convulsed, reaching climax so hard it shook me to my core.
Several orgasms later, and I was ready to pass out.
Dick had other plans.
With my face buried in the mattress and my ass high in the air, I attempted to recover from my sexual release. It had been so long since I’d felt anything like what he’d just done to me.
I felt pressure against my soaking wet mound. It damned sure wasn’t a finger.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
I arched my back. My mouth shot open, and I stretched my jaw so wide it hurt.
Inch by inch, he continued to fill me with dick. I groaned, and as much as I wanted to beg him to stop, I felt some pleasure in his massive girth. One inch at a time, he filled me until I had it all.
His hand pressed against my back.
I glanced over my shoulder.
“Ready?” he asked.
I felt like a man riding a bull in the rodeo, being asked by the gate attendant if he was ready to ride his way into certain death.
I nodded nonetheless.
His cock worked slowly at first, ten thick inches in, and ten out. In time, he had my pussy stretched to a new limit, and he knew it.
His hips began to pound against my ass. His balls slapped against my swollen clit. I dug my fingers into the comforter, holding on for dear life. This was what being fucked was all about, and I would have been damned to hell before I gave up or gave in.
I felt as if his cock was in my chest, but as much as it felt uncomfortable, it felt so fucking right. So god damned good. So…
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