Page 83 of Escaping Our Reality

“No!” Her hands wrap around my thighs, locking me into place. “Ryland Joseph Crutchfield, don’t even think about it. You didn’t push me. I just don’t want your first orgasm from me to be from my hand. I want it to be from my mouth. Just like the one you gave me.”

KILL. ME. NOW.

“How do I do it?”

I’m surprised the English language is still a part of my vocabulary. I’m not even sure how I spit the words out, but I do. “Lick me, Lulu. That’s how to start.”

She absorbs my every word, follows my every request, moves her body every direction, as I gently guide her head. She works her mouth over my length, taking me as deep as she can, sucking my soul from existence. A couple of times, her teeth scrape against my sensitive skin. It doesn’t bother me. I admire her. I’m not gonna lie; I’m pretty damn big. And giving me a blow job can’t be easy. Many girls have said as much.

The sounds she makes when she’s sucking my cock should be a criminal act in the lower forty-eight. Those sounds are maddening, fascinating, intriguing. Too damn alluring for my own good.

My legs begin to shake uncontrollably, my stomach muscles vibrate with need, and my ass clenches in preparation of an earth-shattering release. I massage her head with my fingertips.

Holy shit. It’s never felt this good.

Never. Ever. Ever. Ever.

My growl is low, rumbling in my chest. “Lulu, it’s time. It’s okay; you can stop if you want.”

But she doesn’t back away. She doesn’t stop. She doesn’t leave her position.

My orgasm steals the breath from my lungs, steals the thoughts from my mind, and steals the love from heart. Hot spurts of desire flow from my body, and Lulu swallows every last drop. Pumping me dry. Leaving me fresh, new, and spotless. And I’m not just talking about my dick. Has she cleansed me of my impurities? Can I one day be the man she deserves? Give her a life worth living? Give her more than a crappy tent?

She untangles herself from my body and rubs her jaw with her hand. “You taste clean and salty. Is that what I taste like?” She looks up at me. Her lips are bee-stung, and her face is flush from exertion. “Did I do okay? Did you like it?”

Tugging her from the floor, I ravish her in a kiss. I taste the salt of my body on her tongue and it makes me kiss her even harder. She wraps her arms around my neck, bending my body close to hers. I’m still pretty hard, and she knows it. When my cock rubs against her stomach, she groans. I sweep her into my arms and lie her down on the mattress. Hooking my fingers in her panties, I slowly drag them down. Settling between her mile-long legs, I bury my face in her soaking wet pussy. I barely do anything at all, and she’s coming all over my face. Making me hard as a damn rock again. Like concrete. Like steel.

Instead of wiping my face with my hand, I slowly climb over her body. My lips and chin are dripping with her juices. “Kiss me, Lulu. Lick my chin.” She immediately does as she’s told. “That’s what you taste like. You taste like My Lulu and it’s my favorite flavor in the whole wide world.”

She blushes. When she takes a deep breath, her pussy rises to meet me. I quickly roll to the side before my animalistic behavior has me doing something we’re both not ready for. Instead, I trace her thighs with my fingers, working my way to her clit, driving her to the brink of another orgasm. My finger delves into her, gently teasing. Reaching between her legs, she grabs my hand, pushing me a little deeper.

Her words are loud. Very loud. “More. Deeper. Go deeper, Ry. Use another finger. I want two fingers.”

I always use my pinky finger inside of her. That’s all that will fit without any force. And that only works, I’m assuming, because of her use of tampons. Not to mention, I’ve got giant hands. I kiss her eyelids, forcing her to open her eyes. “Lulu, I can’t. Not without hurting you. I feel too much pressure inside of you, too much resistance. If I do more, I’ll…” my voice trails off, worried about the best way to describe what I want to say. “If I do more, I’ll pop you, break you.”

She nods. “I know. I want you to do it. Now.”

My jaw twitches. In excitement. In wonder. In concern. “What? Why?”

“I know it will hurt the first time we have sex. Especially after seeing your size tonight. But I want it to be as pleasurable as possible. I wanna make myself ready so I can focus solely on the joy of the experience. Don’t you want me to be ready for you?”

“Of course, I do. But there’s no going back once this is done. You understand that, right?” My passionate words feel thick as molasses on my tongue. “Once I bury my fingers inside you, once I stretch you, and claim the deepest parts of your pussy for myself, there’s no going back. I’d be your first. I’d be the one who marked you. For all eternity.”

She tugs me to her lips, kissing me until I’m so dizzy I don’t even know what direction is up and what direction is down. Her low and sultry whisper hums in my brain, fogging my every sense. “Break me. Claim me. Mark me as yours.”

Fuck. Me.

I reach behind me, grabbing a small blanket that’s easy to wash. “Lift up. Put this underneath you.”

“Why? Will I bleed that much?”

“I’m not sure. I would think so.”

“You don’t know? You’ve never done this before?”

No, I’ve never finger-fucked a virgin before. At least not that I know of. I mean, I guess it could’ve happened. But unfortunately, I’ve not been a super-concerned or super-attentive lover with the women of my past. I did get super concerned when that one girl from the college bookstore wanted to shit on me, but other than that, I typically did the deed without much foreplay and got the hell out of dodge. Diplomatically, I choose to keep some of those horrid thoughts and memories to myself.

I lean close to her face, studying her every feature, absorbing it all, committing it to memory. “You’re the only girl I will ever mark, Lulu. Never before you. Never after you.”

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