Page 116 of Ask Your Mom If I'm Real

I reached for the condom, went up onto my knees, and slicked it on.

She watched, her thighs spreading wider, and waited for it to be on completely before she held out her hands for me again.

I came down onto my elbows, body pressed completely up against hers and kissed her again.

She moaned into my mouth, and my cock jerked against her heated core.

“Holy shit,” she breathed when I pulled away, my lips stinging from the intensity of our kiss.

I caught the ends of her ponytails with both hands and pulled the hair ties free.

I spent the next thirty seconds working her hair free of the braids.

It was still wet from the night before, which I commented on.

“Yeah, it’s the thickness,” she inhaled as she sat still underneath me.

“Figured,” I said as I pulled the covers up over our heads, then started to work my way down to her breasts.

“Yes,” she hissed, her body arching, urging me on.

I sucked, licked, nipped, and bit the rosy peaks.

Only when they were sufficiently hard and aching did I begin to move down again.

She caught my hair in her hands and said, “Not that I don’t want that, because I really, really do. But I feel like we only have a very short amount of time, and I want you inside of me badly. So, for all that’s holy, please do that.”

Denying her was impossible, so I came back into place, notched my cock at her entrance, and started pushing inside.

She mewled, opening her legs wider, urging me on.

“Just FYI…I’ve never done this before,” I admitted, already feeling the pull of my orgasm at the base of my cock, centering in my balls.

Shock took over her face. “As in never?”

“Never,” I confirmed.

Her mouth opened and closed, then she shook her head in disbelief. “Are you telling me I’m corrupting you?”

Catching her hand in mine, I pulled it up over her head and anchored her down with my other, then thrust forward, giving her my entire cock.

She gasped, her head thrusting backward, exposing her neck to me.

There was no more discussion about my never having done this before.

I took advantage of her exposed neck and ran my tongue along the side, letting my tongue dance over her rapid pulse for a short second before biting softly.

She shivered, her legs tightening around me.

“Fuck, baby.” She gasped, her hands fisting into my hair. “You feel so big inside of me.”

“That’s because you’re the size of a doll.” I growled, teeth gritted, as I tried to maintain my control.

Was this normal?

This overwhelming urge to come before I’d even started?

“You’re being awfully nice,” she snickered. “But I’m normal sized. You’re just jumbo.”

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