“That’s a personal question…” When we shared that kiss by the elevator, my back wanted to hit his mattress and my thighs wanted to separate. All my logic disappeared when his mouth was on mine, sucking my soul right from my lips. I left his penthouse unsatisfied, and even after the fifteen-minute drive home, I was still charged.
“The second you were gone, I stripped out of all my clothes, got into bed, and pulled out an enormous bottle of lube from my nightstand.” He described his solo event with little regard for the people around us. It didn’t seem like he cared if he was overheard or not. He painted a vivid picture of his evening with his hand. “I dumped it all over my length, closed my eyes, and pictured that night we had together. The tears in your eyes…the way your tits bounced…the way you clawed at me when you both enjoyed it and felt the pain. I squeezed my hand as hard as I could to replicate the feeling of your unbelievably tight pussy, but I couldn’t. I’ve fucked a lot of cunts in the last five years, and none of them compare to yours. I only lasted a few minutes before I exploded onto my chest, pretending I was stuffing your pussy with come.”
I was mesmerized by the imagery, imagining his sexy, naked physique on the bed with his hand wrapped around his impressive length. My mouth suddenly felt dry, so I took a drink of my wine to make it moist again. The restaurant had felt cool a moment ago, but now I felt like I was in the desert on a hot summer day.
Slate watched me battle my discomfort. “What about you?”
“What makes you think I did the same?”
“That kiss in front of the elevator. I thought it would be enough to make you stay.”
It nearly had.
“So?” he pressed. “I shared my story. Now share yours.”
I was equally aroused and humiliated by the conversation. It was too intimate for a public place, but the discussion happened anyway. Hopefully, the waitress didn’t walk over at the wrong moment. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I did.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Give me more than that, sweetheart. I rushed to the bedroom without even putting the bottle of wine away. The glasses were left there until morning, when the maid cleaned them up. I had to jerk off so bad that nothing else mattered. And that’s all you’re going to give me?”
“Alright…I came home, left my shoes by the door, and then changed into my baggy t-shirt before I got into bed. I brought my knees to my chest and opened myself wide before I rubbed my finger against my clit.”
His eyes narrowed as he listened to me, probably imagining my story the way I imagined his.
“My eyes were closed…and I thought about our first time together. I thought about your expression, the way your jaw was clenched so tight, like you couldn’t enjoy it too much without exploding. I thought of the way it hurt…the way it felt good.”
Slate hung on every word, his jaw slowly tightening and his eyes burning.
I thought he might lunge at me over the table.
“Are you happy?” I asked, grabbing my glass again.
He didn’t blink as he stared me down, his expression still focused with laser precision. “Yes. Very.”
AFTER WE FINISHED DINNER, we got into the back seat of his car.
“My place or yours?” He asked the same question every single time we got into the town car.
But I was surprised he’d asked it at all. After the conversation we’d had, it seemed like we both wanted the same thing.
He stared straight ahead. “Think about it. The second we’re inside my penthouse, I’m ripping off your clothes and taking you to bed. Nothing will stop me. So if you aren’t ready, tell me to take you to your place. That’s the only place where you’ll be safe.” He placed his arm on the armrest as he looked out the window, the darkness illuminated by the street lights and business signs. The middle divider was up, so he spoke without fear of being overheard. He probably would have said the exact same thing anyway even if his driver could hear. “What’s it gonna be?”
I had no intention of going home alone and touching myself. I was still disappointed in Slate for the way he treated me, but I couldn’t resist him anymore. It’d been nearly a month since the last time we were together. My anger couldn’t keep me away from him much longer. “Your place.”
“Thank fucking god.” He hit the button so he could speak through the intercom. “My place, Tim.” He lowered his hand and looked at me, his muscular chest stretching the front of his t-shirt, making it tight against his physique. His hand moved to my thigh, his fingers touching my bare skin because my dress had risen when I sat down. He gave me a gentle squeeze. “Is your shot still current?”
“Yes.” It hadn’t been three months yet, but I didn’t want to start then stop, so I’d already made an appointment for the next one. My insurance covered it anyway. Besides, I thought I would have a regular sex life whether Slate and I worked out or not.
“Good.” Instead of looking out the window like he usually did, he stared at me, watching me with those dark eyes that matched the nighttime around us. His fingers caressed me, lightly rubbed my soft skin. “How do you want it, sweetheart?”
I gave him a blank look. “What do you mean?”
“You’re still new to this. How do you want me to take you?”
“I didn’t think I had much of a choice in the matter.”
“You always have choices—with me.”
Just because my virginity was gone didn’t mean I wanted to fuck hard like I was broken in. I wanted to take it slow, for him to be gentle. “Like last time, but easy…”
Slate didn’t seem disappointed. “Easy it is.”
SLATE MADE good on his threat.
Once we were inside his penthouse, he was on me fast. His hand snaked into my hair, and he pressed me against the wall as he kissed me. Aggressive and territorial, he smothered me with his rock-hard body and stole the air directly out of my lungs. With a single hand, he popped the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper so his pants would start to sag. He hiked my leg over his hip and ground his fat cock against my panties as he kissed me, so hard that his erection must have started back in the car.
My dress was bunched up at my waist, and I felt my panties grow wet as he continued to grind against me, pressing my clit like a magic button. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I felt my body smash into the wall, my mouth suffocated by his kisses. I started to grind back against him, my panties growing so wet they stained his boxers.
He kept one hand anchored in my hair as he kissed me, like there was any possibility I would get away from him. His intensity didn’t fluctuate as he kissed me, his passion burning bright in his kiss and his thrusts.
A man had never kissed me like this before, had never made me feel overpowered. I was up against the wall with a wet thong, growing impatient because I wanted that cock inside me, not just against my clit.
He must have grown impatient too, because he scooped up my other leg and lifted me against his chest. He kicked away his jeans and carried me across the living room and into the hallway, his face pressed close to mine with heated breaths. He didn’t kiss me, but he stared at me instead, and that seemed to make it more intimate, with just the connection of our eyes.
He laid me on the bed before he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the perfect body I’d pictured in my mind last night. He gripped the strap of my thong and slowly pulled it down, getting it off my legs and to my ankles. My dress was still on, but he didn’t bother taking it off.
I pulled his boxers over his ass so his cock could be free. I pushed them down to his thighs and let them sit there, knowing they would come off on their own.
He slipped two fingers inside me without warning, getting past my entrance easily. When he closed his eyes and moaned, it was obvious he’d found what he was looking for. “Sweetheart, you’re so wet.” He removed his fingers then sucked them. “Ready for me.” He opened the drawer to his nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube he smeared on his length w
hen he jerked off.
Just looking at the bottle turned me on.
He spread the lubricant all over his length, rubbing it on his balls too. He closed the bottle and left it on the bed as he separated my thighs, hooking his arms behind my knees. He held his heavy body on top of mine then pressed his thick crown to my entrance. “You look even more beautiful than last time.” He slowly sank inside me, pressing his thick head past my small lips. “And just as tight.” He paused as he closed his eyes and enjoyed it.
“Maybe you just have a big dick…” I breathed as he stretched me, panted as he tried to fit the enormous cock in my small channel.
He opened his eyes and sank a little deeper. “I do have a big dick, sweetheart. But you have virgin pussy—very virgin pussy.” His rock-hard cock slowly moved past my tightness, taking advantage of our mutual slickness to get inside. He got a little deeper every few seconds, slowly sliding into me until he fit most of his length.
It hurt like last time. It didn’t matter how open my legs were. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t my first time. His big dick was still too large for me, and fucking me once wasn’t enough to stretch me out. It felt like a thick metal pipe had been shoved between my legs—hard as steel.
Slate watched my reaction to him, watched the way I struggled to take him. “I’m popping your cherry all over again.”
“It feels that way…”
He hadn’t even started to thrust yet. He held himself on top of me as he gave my body a chance to get used to him, to stretch so it wouldn’t be so painful. His arms kept my thighs apart so he could easily fit his big length inside me. His heavy breaths filled the space around us, his arousal audible in every breath he took. The longer he stared at me, the more his length thickened. It even twitched, even though there wasn’t much room for it to move. “It’s gonna take the full three months just to break you in.” He started to thrust, to gently move his dick in and out of me.
I rocked with his thrusts, feeling his enormous dick move in and out as my body shook with the movements. His gargantuan size almost seemed too big, too unnatural. He wasn’t the kind of man who should be a woman’s first lover. Maybe I should have started on a smaller scale, a man with a normal-sized dick.
As much as I tried to resist, the tears formed in my eyes. It was such a visceral kind of pain, and in a twisted way, I enjoyed the way it hurt. I enjoyed the fact that he was such a big man that my pussy could barely take him.
He pressed his forehead to mine and moaned as he continued to thrust, turned on by the sight of my tears. “You’re pretty when you cry.” His long cock slid in and out, nearly tapping against my cervix every single time. He watched the tears streak down my cheeks as he gave me his cock over and over. He started to moan repeatedly, as if the scene in front of him was too erotic to handle. “Fuck, you make me wanna come, sweetheart.”
“You better not. Not until I’m finished.”
He stopped his thrusts when he was deep inside me, the look in his eyes smoldering. He leaned his head down and kissed me slowly on the mouth, our lips barely moving together. His cock was still pulsing inside me, eager to keep going. Then he started to move again, this time dragging his body right over my clit.
Now the pain was insignificant.
He rocked into me nice and slow, moving into me at a much slower pace than the last time we were together. He continued to kiss me, his lips loving and soft. His moans stopped altogether because he was focused on me, focused on pushing me past the finish line so he could find his release.
It didn’t take long. The tears stopped falling, and my lips trembled against his. I could feel the explosion in the distance, the fast-approaching hurricane that was about to break the storm. My legs widened, and my pussy tightened in preparation for the all-consuming pleasure I was about to feel. My toes curled prematurely, and I started to whisper his name before the climax even hit. “Slate…” I gripped his ass with both hands and guided him into me, wanting him to rub my clit at the perfect spot. I wanted his cock deep inside me even if it still hurt. I wanted all of him, to feel every single inch before I fell over the edge. “God…” The orgasm went nuclear, detonating all my nerves and muscles as the pleasure made its way throughout my entire body. The climaxes I had alone in my bedroom were nothing compared to the ones he gave me. This felt like the end of the world but also the beginning. I screamed against his face as my nails dug deep into his tight ass. “Slate…” If sex was always this good, I shouldn’t have waited so long. It was a spiritual experience, the closest touch to heaven I would ever receive until my time on earth was over. It was indescribable, having a man deep inside me as I came around him.
His thrusts slowly increased because he couldn’t contain himself any longer. It’d been weeks with no sex, so it wasn’t surprising he couldn’t last. He’d been jerking off with his hand and some lube, but that wasn’t the same as the real thing…as I quickly learned. He looked into my eyes as he gave his final pumps. When he reached the moment that made him fall apart, he shoved himself in hard and came, depositing his entire load deep inside me. “Fuck…” His ass tightened as he released, giving me all his seed. “Fuck, that’s good.” He stayed buried inside me as his cock twitched with its final squirts. It slowly started to soften until he was able to remove his cock easily, the come dripping between my legs right away. He rolled over and lay beside me, out of breath, tired, and also satisfied.
The area between my legs ached from the stretch, but I also felt a sense of peace wash over me, a calmness that could only be attributed to the intense pleasure I’d just received. His bed had never felt more comfortable, and I could easily drift off to sleep that very moment.
But we both had work in the morning, so I shouldn’t stay. Last time, he let me stay over, but he quickly kicked me out the next day. That wasn’t a fun memory.
Before I could get too tired, I sat up and felt his come slowly sink to my entrance. I still had my dress on, so I just had to hop out of the bed and grab my panties. I spotted them on the floor, so I stood up and felt his come shift inside me again, the heavy and warm substance that made me feel like a woman.
“What are you doing?” His deep voice filled the quiet and dark bedroom.
“Getting dressed.”
“Why?” He sat up and looked at me, his disgruntled features visible in the lights of the city.
“Because if I don’t put some panties on, I’m going to get your come everywhere. All over the elevator floor and the back seat of the car.” I picked them up and pulled them on.
“If you keep talking like that, I’m going to fuck you again.”
“It’s just the truth.”
He patted the bed beside him. “Get your ass back here.”
“We have work in the morning.”
“Then we’ll go to work in the morning.”
“I’ll have to get up earlier so I can get back on time.”
He patted the bed again, but this time harder. “Get your ass back over here now. Or I’ll make you.”
I stood with my hands on my hips. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Why else would I be acting barbaric right now?”
“Last time, you kicked me out pretty rudely.”
“Well, it’s not going to be like last time. So take off that dress and get into bed.” He pulled the sheets back so we could both crawl inside. His dick had softened, but it was still impressive in size. It rested against his stomach, having the potential to balloon to twice its size in thirty seconds.
I pulled the dress over my head. “What am I going to wear?”
He nodded to his dresser. “There are t-shirts in there. Grab whatever one you want.”
I helped myself to his clothes and pulled out a black t-shirt. The cotton surrounded me, smelling like laundry detergent. I moved back to bed and got under the covers beside him. “Your bed is comfy…”
“I’m comfier.” He pulled me across the bed toward him so I was right against his chest. He hiked my leg
over his waist so we could sleep close together, my tits against his hard chest. His hand slid under the cotton of my shirt so he could grip my waist as he closed his eyes.
I was tired a minute ago, but now I was wide awake. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes.” He rested his face close to mine, his brown eyes open.
“Am I the only woman you’ve slept with twice? Since Simone?”
He slightly cringed at the sound of her name. “Yes. In the last five years.”
“So you’ve never wanted to sleep with your other lovers more than once?”
“I wouldn’t call them lovers, just transactions. We weren’t two people making love or fucking. It was just me taking their virginity as they lay there. They were compensated with cash, so lover isn’t the right word.”
“Fine. But I’m the only one?”
He nodded. “You’re the only one.”
“Why is that?” I’d run out on him twice, and instead of forgetting about me, he’d offered me more money. He negotiated with me when any other man would have forgotten me. “From the beginning, you’ve wanted me more than the others.”
He considered my question for a long time before he verbalized a response. “I guess I respected you. You had nothing, but you continued to hold on to your virtue like it was worth more than all the money in the world. I was mean and aggressive with you, and you didn’t want that to be your first time. So you turned me down…turned down all that cash. You have morals…and most people in this town don’t. I guess I wanted to be what you wanted me to be. It made me patient and understanding. It made me gentle. It made me want you so bad that I was willing to do anything to have you.”
I tamed this monster, made him feel gentle emotions for the first time in five years, maybe ever. I forced him to remember he had a soul, that women weren’t just products on the shelf at a supermarket, but we had real feelings. The night he finally popped my cherry, he lit candles all over the room and sprinkled rose petals on the bed. The man I’d originally met never would have done those things. “You know what I think?”
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