Page 17 of His Big Pipe

“Because of you,” I breathe.

He leans down and inhales. A snarl bursts from his throat, and he rips off the thin fabric.

He exhales over my now bare pussy, and it’s excruciating. “Please, taste me, Sully,” I beg, spreading my legs.

“Fucking hell,” he says, before he lowers his head. “I’m afraid I’ll devour you whole.” Then he licks me like I’m his favorite ice cream cone, his tongue swirling over every inch of me.

It feels incredible and I grind against his face.

But he holds my thighs down and apart. “Good?” he asks between licks.

“Soooo good,” I manage, as he finds all my secret, sensitive spots and works them over with his lips and tongue. “Ohhh….ohh……shit, Sully…”

I’m shaking, my body on fire.

When his tongue sweeps around my clit, my voice cracks. “That’s…perfect…”

“You're so sexy,” he says, his voice muffled as he’s buried in my folds.

My orgasm detonates, and I reach down to grasp his hair. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.”

“Goddamn, Talia, yes,” he snarls, but continues to work me over.

I moan like a mad woman under him, toes curling. “Oh god. Oh gawwwd.”

He doesn’t stop until my breathing slows way down, and little gasps escape when he hits a particularly tender area.

Finally, he lets go of my thighs and sits up, his hand stroking over his cock. Once again it’s as hard as it was before.

I lift up on my elbows. “Wow…I’m having trouble believing you’ve never done that before?”

“Yeah?” he grins, cheeks going red.

“Oh yeah,” I reply. “Now, what are you going to do with that?” I ask, gesturing to his cock.

“I’d love to bury it inside you and make you come again.”

I bite my lip. Virgins. So eager.

I roll over to check my neckstand. “I’m on the pill. But even if I had a condom, I don’t think I’d have one big enough for the likes of you.”

He smiles and palms my ass. “I’m fine with the pill.” He looks down at my pussy when I roll back toward him. “Do I need to prep you or something?”

“I don’t think there’s much more you can do to prep me for that monster.” I trail a finger down his chest, tracing his thick muscles. “I’m relaxed from the orgasm. And wet. Let’s do this.”

He crawls over me and I let one leg fall to the side. He runs his tip over my opening and then slowly presses in.

“Oh…my…” I choke out. Sully looks pained.

“Yeah…that,” he replies, his words chopped. “You…okay?”

“Mmm…yes.” Even though there’s a slight burning sensation, I focus on how he’s stretching me and filling me up in the best way.

“God, this is?—”

“Uh-huh,” I manage, as he finally bottoms out.

When he starts to move his hips, it’s tight. But amazing, too.

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