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“Yeah, I do,” I whisper. “I want it all.”

“Fuck,” is all he can say, helping me as we both fumble with his zipper, fingers tangling in our shared eagerness to get to the really good stuff. I let him free his cock, and I watch as he fists the huge length of it, pulling it twice, up and down, so roughly that I think it must hurt.

When I raise my eyes to his, he’s smiling lazily. “You scared?”

“Nah, I love a challenge.”

“You really are a very strange girl,” he says fondly, cupping my cheek and rubbing at the white make-up there. Not wanting to give him too much time to study me, I slip my hand into the top of my holdups and pull out the foil packet I hid there earlier and hand it to him.

“Get yourself ready.”

His eyes sparkle as he takes the condom, tears it open and begins to sheath himself. I was careful to buy a large size–he really needs it–and my forethought seems to amuse him.

“You only pull dudes with big dicks?” he asks.

I shrug. “I throw back thetiddlers.”

His body shakes with laughter but stops when I grab hold of his cock and squeeze it hard. I rise over the top of it, stroking the head of it through my folds and up over my clit. It’s so rigid, so large that it almost doesn’t feel real. I know I’m going to struggle to take it all, but I’m going to try. My pussy is practically weeping for it when I settle him near my hole and push down.

The stretching sensation isunbelievable,like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I get it about an inch inside me by rocking my hips slowly and easing myself open around him.

“Fuck,” he says, throwing his head back. “You’re so damn tight.”

“And you’re so big, baby,” I whisper.

“We’re perfect together,” he says, grabbing my hips and helping me sink lower with little thrusts upwards. I feel so unbelievably full and open. He’s only part of the way in and it’s almost too much, but then he pulls harder and slips in further, and it feels so damn good I want to cry. “Look,” he says, his eyes between my legs. “Look at your sweet little pussy wrapped around my cock.”

I look when he’s staring, and I can understand why. He’s all but disappeared inside me, and my pink pussy lips are flared around him like a split open rose. It’s the most explicit thing I’ve ever seen.

“You feel so good,” I say, looking up into his eyes.

“You haven’t felt the half of it.”

He grabs hold of me around the ass, holding tight, and shifts to the edge of the sofa. Then he’s standing and walking us to a side unit near the door. He sits me on top, still impaled on his dick, and moves the pictures and ornaments to a chair next to us. So considerate.

When he’s done with the home furnishings, he grasps my face around the chin and looks at me. “You want me to fuck you, baby,” he growls.

I blink at the ferocity in his voice and my pussy clenches with excitement.

“I think I just got my answer,” he smirks.

The first thrust is slow, as if he’s testing out the depth of me, and how much room he has to maneuver. There isn’t much. When he thrusts again, it’s as if he’s decided he doesn’t give a fuck about anything. It’s so hard it knocks the breath from my lungs and the last ounce of sense from my head. “You–want–to–get–fucked–hard,” he grunts as he works his hips against me, pushing that huge cock in and out of my swollen pussy. I’m so wet I can hear the slippery noises loudly in the otherwise silent room. The party seems to go on in another reality, and I don’t care that there are people out there that could walk in on us at any second because what Harrison is doing to me feels too damn good to care about anything except the next thrust.

He pushes my thighs wide, watching his cock spear me, his abs rippling and pecs flexing with exertion. His skin is shiny withsweat, and I lean forward to lick his arm, which is the only part of him I can reach.

“Bite me,” he grunts, hooking my legs over his shoulder and pressing me backward, caging me in with his ridiculously toned arms. I turn my head and take a good chunk of his forearm flesh and bite hard. I feel his cock kick inside me and want to laugh. Who’d have thought Harrison was into pain? I stroke over the teeth marks I’ve left with my tongue and he groans. “Again,” he barks.

“Yeah baby,” I say, pushing my hips upwards, biting him again, even harder this time.

“Fuck,” he says, thrusting so hard the piece of furniture we’re on starts banging against the wall.

Harrison picks me up again, dropping onto his knees with me still wrapped around him like some kind of desperate monkey. He lays me on a soft rug and stretches out on top. He’s so big and heavy, andit’sbliss to be this powerless in his arms. He grinds into me hard, bone to bone, and he’s so deep it aches, even so, my clit is pulsing for more. His face presses into my neck, breath hot and moist against my skin as he groans and pants. My mask must scratch his face, but he doesn’t go to remove it. I wonder what it’s like for him to be fucking a chick dressed in goth-horror clothes and make-up. It doesn’t seem to bother him at all. Harrison’s hand gets busy pushing down the top of my dress and bra, exposing my erect nipple to the room’s cold air. When he palms my breast and feels how turned on I am, it makes him thrust even harder.

My pussy’s getting sore now, but he isn’t letting up, and I’m getting really close to feeling like I might come again. It would bea first for me, but his cock just feels so damn good I almost can’t bear it.

I start to moan in little bursts, which make him rise onto his arms above me. He rolls his hips slowly as he looks into my eyes, grazing my clit with each pass, leaning in to kiss me. My hips mirror his action, and we move in perfect harmony, as if we have been doing this for years, and I catch a little smile on his lips when he sees me watching the action between our bodies.

“You like to watch?” he asks and then full out grins as though it’s a hilarious discovery.

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