Page 112 of Javier

“Um…” My eyes almost bugged out of my head.

He lifted his eyebrows. “Too much, too soon?”

I might have nodded.

“Let’s do this together.” He reached down and caught his erection in his grip. “Don’t be afraid. Touch yourself.”

Without a trace of embarrassment, he began to slowly pump his cock in his fist.Oh, my freaking God. What a magnificent sight. It made my blood boil. I lowered my hand and allowed my fingers to skate on my juices. Up and down and then around my clit. Murmurs of unbearable need whispered in my pussy.

“Show me the little hole where my dick is gonna fit so snugly.”

I parted my private lips. I held them open with my index and ring fingers. Brazenly exposed to the air, my entrance quivered as I displayed it for him. When I brushed my middle finger around it, it squeezed so hard I let out a moan. My need surged and another shiver quaked through me.

“Gorgeous.” His smile warmed me. “Give your breasts some attention. Your nipples.”

I lifted my hand and rubbed the tops of my breasts, delighting in the undercurrents of pleasure coursing through me, enjoying the sight of him fisting his gorgeous cock.

“That’s it, Angel.” As he stroked himself harder, his forearm bulged and so did his sex—cock, I reminded myself. “You’re so sexy,” he said. “I want to partake. Yes?”

Oh, please yes, now, now, now. “Yes.”

“Keep touching yourself. Stay right there like the poem you are.” He marched around the bed and fetched a small packetfrom the night table.

I had no words as he parked at the foot of the bed, ripped open the condom, and extracted the rubber. He unrolled it over his big blunt head. And unrolled it. And unrolled it.

I gulped at the sight of his huge cock encased in latex.

He climbed on the bed and settled on his shins between my parted legs. He reached out and cupped my pussy, a possessive, proprietary touch.

“I love how your pussy feels in my hand,” he murmured. “You’re so soft, so wet. I love the way your clit perks up when I stroke it like this.”

I moaned, unable to think or make words while he was doing this to me.

The smile he beamed down on me was gasoline to my lust.

“You’re so fucking ready.” He pressed two large fingers in my slippery depths, pumping them slowly, scissoring them apart, preparing me for him.

“I’m ready,” I heaved. “Please fuck me. Put your cock in me. Now.”

He didn’t speak but the brilliance in his eyes said everything. He went to his knees and rubbed his gloved cockhead over my opening, guiding it around and around, sliding it on my juices. He lined up his cock and perched his tip, dipping it in me just enough so that it stayed in place. It felt hot and enormous; a new, excited, supersized adventure about to happen.

“One day, we’re gonna do this skin to skin.” He eased his body over mine and braced on his elbows. “One day, I’m going to fill you with my come to the rim. And you, you’re gonna love it, just like you’re gonna enjoy this now.”

I licked my lips in response. If he kept talking like that, my pussy was going to melt.

“Coming in, Angel,” he murmured.

He brought his lips down to mine, a kiss so gentle and kind that I opened up for him, lips, legs, sex, body, heart, and soul. I needed him to fill the walls squeezing around the void throbbing between my legs.

Slowly, carefully, he curled his hips. My opening tightened and still he pushed forward. He breached me. I let out a little gasp and squeezed around the limited preview of his tip. It felt like a nudge, until he pushed again then retreated, only to dip in me again.

“You’re teasing me.” I trailed my fingers over his face. “I want to feel all of you. Like in my dreams.”

“You got it, Angel.”

He pushed again, slowly but firmly, sculpting me to his shape one inch at a time. Oh. My. God. I stretched for him. And stretched more. And some more. Still, he kept advancing, filling me with his hard flesh, and also with an emotion that went beyond lust and had no name.

“God,” I breathed when it got too tight.

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