Page 80 of Flipping the Script

Having a big dick was great, except when I wanted to fuck someone. Most of my partners were split between loving my size and needing lots of extra prep and foreplay to take me.

Something told me Jesse wasn’t a size queen, and I needed to be extra careful with him if it’d been a while since he bottomed. I wanted to blow his mind and rock his world, not leave him traumatized and injured because I wasn’t gentle.

He shifted, one arm disappearing under him as he obeyed.

Moving as slow as I dared, I pushed a bit deeper into him, using little pulses until half my length was buried in him.

“Christ,you’re huge.” He clenched around me, his inner walls rippling in a way that had me seeing stars.

“Yeah, I know.” I rubbed his back in slow circles.

“Are you almost in?”

“About halfway.”

“Only?” He let out a shaky breath and adjusted his stance.

“Is it too much? Do you need to stop or more prep?”

“No. It’s fine.” He huffed out a strangled laugh. “Now I know how my partners feel.”

“Never taken a dick as big as mine?” I pushed in a little bit more.

I didn’t really want to hear about his past partners, but I needed to keep talking to distract myself.

He wasn’t the only one struggling, and I refused to embarrass myself by blowing my load before I had him writhing for me.

Everything about the moment was a lot, but at the same time, not enough. I wanted to bury myself deep inside him and fuck him until he forgot where I ended and he began. I wanted him begging and screaming for me, but not because I wanted to win or because it would give me some sort of advantage over him.

“No,” he choked out. “But goddamn, you feel good.”

I wasn’t sure what to do with the flutter of pride that tickled my chest.

“So do you.” Rocking my hips, I pushed the rest of the way into him, stopping when my thighs brushed his ass. “There, that’s all of me.”

His inner walls rippled and gripped me in the most incredible way, and I had to bite my inner cheek so I didn’t come.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, his arm moving furiously as he jacked himself off.

“You ready for more?” I rasped, my throat tight from the effort of holding still.

“Yes, damn it. Move.”

With a shaky breath, I pulled almost all the way out of him, then slid home, angling my hips so my cock slid over his prostate.

His moan was way too loud, but I couldn’t be assed to tell him to be quiet as I fucked him nice and slow, giving him a chance to get used to my size.

I kind of wanted everyone to hear us. Not to embarrass him or anything like that, but because a dark, primal part of myself I never knew was there wanted everyone to know that Jesse was mine. That I made him feel good enough for him to let go of his control and be in the moment with me.

But he wasn’t mine. This was just sex. A one-off that had been in the making for years. Once it was over, we could go back to our regularly scheduled programming of arguing and being dicks to each other.

“Harder,” he demanded.

“You want it harder?” I asked, somehow managing to keep my tone conversational and not give away that I was close to coming already.

“Yes, damn it.” He glared at me over his shoulder.

“Like this?” I sped up my hips the slightest bit, going faster but not harder.

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