Page 31 of Tate: Gemini King

There is nothing quite as good and satisfying as a gigantic dick. He spreads me open and each inch Tate pushes inside me makes me want to cum instantly. I can’t stop moaning as Tate gets only half his dick inside me. It’s not just that he’s hung with a particularly long dick, it’s also wide and getting his girth inside me almost hurts.

I moan loudly and it’s like Tate can sense when it’s going to hurt. He slowly strokes my clit, making it easier for me to take his dick. I cum before he has it all the way inside me. My pussy shudders around his dick, the additional wetness from my climax drawing him in. The waves of pleasure are so intense that I wouldn’t be able to stand up without Tate’s help.

“Your pussy feels good,” he whispers. “I’m glad you don’t want me to use a condom…”

My heart races. Holy shit. I know I should stop him, but I just came already and Tate feels so good that I tell myself if I get pregnant… I’ll run away to my great aunt’s house in Antigua and not tell Tate about the baby. I would have told myself anything to make it okay that I have Tate’s bare dick buried all the way inside me and I am loving every fucking second of it.

“Fuck me, baby…” I moan, yielding to Tate verbally for the first time. It’s exactly what he needs to hear for him to start fucking me like an animal.

Tate was right.

Sex would have fixed our problems a long time ago.

It’s not fair that his body is so goddamn big or that he has the dick to match. Each time Tate buries himself inside me to the hilt, he pushes me closer to another climax.

“Cum again, baby,” he groans. “I want to feel your tight pussy around my dick…”

Damn it. Tate’s dirty talk has complete control over me. I thrust my hips back to meet him and euphoria explodes through me in waves. I don’t feel self-conscious anymore. There is nothing but this strong, physical connection between me and Tate.

He pulls out of me and I gasp loudly. He’s not done and I don’t want him to stop yet. I could cum really hard several more times…

I turn around to face Tate and he grins.

“I think we’re clean enough for the bed. I want to look at you when I cum inside you.”

I give him a disapproving look. But that’s about it. Tate puts his hands on my hips and I let him lift me up, wrapping my dark brown thighs around Tate’s muscular body as he drags me to the bed. He tosses me back and climbs between my legs. I’m glad I’m not tied up this time.

The terror that his pager might go off at any minute makes me want his dick between my legs even more. I grab Tate’s body, pulling his thick, muscular ass cheeks and getting addicted to feeling him up all over. When he presses his dick against my pussy, I grab Tate’s lower back and urge him to thrust inside me.

He doesn’t need more encouragement. Tate fucks me hard, pushing hair out of my face and kissing me slowly. At first, it’s hard and fast, but when he gets closer to finishing, he slows down and gazes into my eyes. It’s hard to see the man I hated so fucking badly behind those eyes.

This man is someone else. Someone beautiful. Someone I want to be with.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispers. “You are so fucking beautiful. You deserve to be loved, Natasha…”

Then he buries his face in my neck and the gigantic monster of a white man pushes his hips deep as he cums inside me. I have never felt anything like it. It’s so fucking good.

I hug his body close to mine, losing myself in how good Tate feels. The thick pulses of cum from his dick coat my inner walls and I can’t stop myself from cumming again. He just feels amazing. I moan and pull him close.

“Don’t pull out,” I whisper.

“I didn’t plan on it,” Tate says. “We already have a dog together. It’s time for us to have a kid…”

“Tate. We have been together for five minutes.”

He chuckles and moves his hips again. When the hell did I become this weak for Tate? My body shudders in pleasure that I can’t control as he clutches me against him. He’s so big and muscular, I can’t help but love how he feels. He kisses my neck again, only making those feelings more intense.

“We were strangers when we signed a lease. I could have been a crazy person,” Tate murmurs, twirling my hair around his fingers and gazing into my eyes with his stormy, grey ones.

“Right. We’re lucky I wasn’t stuck with a crazy person,” I murmur.

Tate kisses me again and I don’t even care that he’s crazy. His dick feels amazing. He’s a small town hero. He’s hot…

I’m not dating anyone else. Maybe the curse worked out the way it was supposed to by killing my problems with Tate. I don’t know what to believe. All I know is that I’m right here beneath Tate and it feels… good.

“I was stuck with a crazy person,” Tate says firmly, kissing my neck again and completely lacking self-awareness. “And I like her. I’m never letting her go.”

Ugh. It’s hard to not feel something when he says. I nestle closer to him and allow Tate to hold me. He kisses me and we make love again without his pager interrupting. It’s perfect. It’s satisfying. It was well worth the wait for years to have a man that good in my bed.

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