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Licking my lips in anticipation of the large job in front of me, I reached forward and smoothed the heel of my palm against the lead bar straining against his pants. Ox’s hips kicked forward, grinding himself against me with fierce need.

Locating his zipper, I pinched the cool metal tag and tugged down. Like it was staging a prison break, Ox’s cock shot out of its confinement and strained toward me.

While I knew Ox would be large in every way, I was actually rendered speechless by how big his dick actually was. Long, fat, and flushed bright red at the tip, it curved toward his belly in all its prideful glory. Just the sheer size of it made me break out in a cold sweat. There was no way something that long and thick was going to fit inside my mouth, let alone other places.

Sensing my fear, Ox stroked my head. “Just fit as much of it as you can inside your mouth. There’s no way you’re getting it all down tonight. That’ll take practice,” he said, smiling darkly.

Clearly my reaction to his mega-dick was nothing new to the giant biker. Taking the massive slab of hot flesh into my grip, I gave it an experimental pump and Ox groaned with pleasure.

Emboldened, I began to increase the pressure and speed. Leaning forward, my tongue flicked out along the ruddy head. Gentle at first, I stroked him from root to tip. When he continued to make groaning noises, I grew more confident and let my instincts, and his grunts, lead me forward.

“Damn, Kayla,” Ox said, dropping his head backward in a state of pleasure-pain, “that feels so good. Whatever you’re doing, keep it up. Your mouth is so wet and hot, I’m doing everything I can not to fuck your face so hard I end up in the back of your goddamned throat!”

His words turned me on so much I had to reach between my legs and give my clit some much needed attention. As soon as my fingers slipped between my needy folds, they were greeted with a flood of warm, sticky fluid. There was so much there, it made obscene, sloppy noises as I began to work myself over.

“I can hear how wet and ready you are for me, Babe. It’s so fucking hot. Spread your legs so I can see you play with that tight little cunt of yours as you suck me off.”

My legs spread nice and wide so Ox could have an unobstructed view of my sex as I continued to pump his shaft and tickle the head with the tip of my tongue.

“Enough teasing,” he growled then, grasping the base of his erection and rubbing it along the perimeter of my lips. “It’s time to suck it in nice and deep. I want to see how much of me you can take.”

Opening my mouth nearly as wide as my legs, my eyes locked with Ox’s as he nudged his cockhead between my wet, parted lips.

“That’s it,” he hissed as he inched inside. “Such a good girl, swallowing your man’s fat cock down your pretty throat.”

His praise turned me on as much as the act itself. Wanting to please him, I rushed and sucked him nearly half way down and instantly choked on his impressive length.

“As much as I like watching and hearing you choke on my cock, Babe, don’t take too much in at once. I’m going to need to train your throat if you are going to take anywhere near to the whole thing inside you. Same for your pussy.”

I blinked through the tears that had formed in my eyes from choking on Ox’s dick. God! This man was a lot to take in. All that muscle, intensity, and size, both above and below the belt, were going to take some getting used to. However, I was more than willing to take on the challenge.

My mouth was full of fluid and I tried to swallow some of it down, but Ox grabbed my throat and shook his head.

“Spit it onto my cock, Babe. I’m going to want inside your cunt soon, and you’re going to need all the lube you can get to cram me inside,” Ox warned.

I shivered at the thought of him plowing that club of a cock into my tight pussy. I hadn’t been with anyone for a long time, and a regular sized man would have been an effort at this point. But, Ox! He was going to be a trial of the unprecedented kind.

Gathering the fluid in my mouth, I did as instructed and spat onto the biker’s cock before working it down his shaft. Alternating between sucking and pumping, Ox gripped my hair and held my head still after I began to really get going.

“I’d love to blow my load right into your hot mouth, Babe, but I want inside that tight cunt of yours first. Lay back and spread your legs. I want to get you sloppy wet before I take this,” he jerked the massive rod between his legs with his fist, “and slam it home.”

An anticipatory shiver coursed through me as I scooted backward and let my legs fall open with desperate need.

Ox grinned. “Just as pretty as I remember it,” he announced before stepping out of his jeans. I noticed, like me, he didn’t have any underwear on.

Crawling between my legs, he got settled between my thighs. Lowering his head, Ox began to feast on my body. He didn’t go right for my clit though, which was practically begging for him to pet it like an eager puppy. Instead, he bathed my thighs clean of my juices, worked over to my folds, and then ran his tongue from my slit all the way up to that tingling little bundle of nerves screaming out for attention. He gave it a few quick swipes, before returning to nibbling my thighs and licking my folds.

I groaned and threaded my fingers through his thick, short hair. “I need more!”

Ox chuckled. “You like to tease, but not be teased?” Clearly he remembered when I’d done something very similar to him a few short minutes ago. “I said I want you wet, Baby. I’m going to stretch this tight cunt of yours so wide you’re going to be walking funny tomorrow. I need that tight little hole of yours as loose as possible before I fuck you.”

Only spitting distance from an orgasm, I couldn’t care less about being “loose”. I needed to come and I needed to come now! Between Ghost and school, I’d been so busy I hadn’t taken care of my body’s needs in far too long. My breath ripped in and out of my lungs then, practically quivering with desire.

I was so desperate, I resorted to the one thing I knew I should never do. Begging. But hell, desperate times call for desperate measures. Right?

“Please Ox, I need to come. Lick my clit.”

Ox chuckled, as he gave my swollen bud a few teasing strokes. Slipping a finger inside my weeping channel, he made a humming noise as he watched the thick digit pulse in and out with ease.

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