Page 6 of Deadly Panther's Fake Fiancée

It’s a good thing I have no way to process a damned thing that’s going on right now because if I could, I’m absolutely certain I’d be right in the middle of blind panic right now. Isaac is well endowed enough that having him in my throat is terrifying.

Except it’s also not terrifying.

Yeah, I know. I realize both of those things can’t be true at the same time but It’s exactly how it feels. It’s scary as hell but it’s really almost like that’s only an intellectual observation. I mean, just think about your throat being stretched. Just think about that for a minute. Your throat is stretched, your lips are right at the base of an enormous cock, and you’re cumming so hard that you can’t even process what’s going on.

That’s me.

And it’s that part about not processing what’s going on that’s my saving grace here. It’s the only thing, really, that keeps me from freaking out really badly. It’s the only thing that keeps me from struggling and flailing about even though I know all I need to do is lift my head a little bit. I know Isaac isn’t going to forceme to keep his cock all the way in. So really, why does the image even come to mind?

Holy crap this is crazy!

But thankfully, it’s not crazy for very long because suddenly I’m gulping in air and on my back. It takes me a second to realize that Isaac has rolled me off him and so my throat is suddenly empty. I swear it’s such an insane situation the way I feel suddenly flooded with oxygen. It’s almost euphoric. How does a situation like this even exist?

And then, out of nowhere, my pussy is stretched the way my throat was stressed just seconds before. I use all of that new oxygen to scream, “Isaac!” I know just shouting his name isn’t the sexiest thing I can do. I can’t really help myself, though. What the hell else am I going to say?

I think about all of the other times I’ve screamed his name and I almost say the stupidest thing on Earth. “Hey, wait. What’s your last name?” Thankfully, I’m too busy dealing with him thrusting into me. It feels like each thrust increases the intensity of the pleasure so that I really can’t focus on anything at all. Every single thrust is like a brand-new orgasm.

I’m not just going over the top here. I don’t mean that there really is a new orgasm with each thrust. I just mean that my orgasm gets more powerful with that first thrust and it seems like it’s not diminishing at all but just as strong as when it started. Frankly, that’s almost frightening.

Wow.

How many times am I going to describe sex with Isaac as something scary? I think maybe I should stick with overwhelming. I mean, that’s really what’s going on. I’m just not used to being utterly overcome this way. Well, I mean, I’m not used to being overcome in any way at all!

I cry out his name another time and realize that I’m not really being much of a partner right now. I’m more like a… uh,a beneficiary. Yeah, that doesn’t work. The point is that I’m not really participating. This is happening to me and for me instead of with me and for both of us. So, even though it seems like an almost impossible task, I rest my heels on Isaac’s ass and lift my body up to meet his thrusts.

I can tell that Isaac appreciates the effort because he starts groaning and there’s another sound, kind of like a deep hum or rumble that he makes which almost throws me out of the moment.It’s so… damn, it’s powerful, and I don’t understand what kind of power. It almost throws me out of the moment, andalmostis the key word there.

But he starts to increase his pace, and my body feels a surge of adrenaline. I reach up to put my hands on his chest and slip them around to pull him closer to me. He looks down at me and I feel a deep thrill run through my body. It’s like he just ran fingers down my spine.

His eyes are so beautiful, a light hazel with a darker edge. I return his stare and then I pull at him again and try to lift myself to him. I settle for kissing his chest softly as he continues to move inside me. He groans again and that mystery noise is like an echo.

He starts to move faster and I gasp as he shifts slightly and my body responds to the shift. My orgasm builds again, and I don’t know if I can handle more. I mean, I haven’t been with a guy in forever and a day and this is my first choice to jump back in the game? I mean, with some sort of a giant sex god? It’s crazy, but I’ve said that enough.

Isaac thrusts hard into me once and then once more. I feel his body tense and then, he shakes hard. His cock throbs deep inside me and then, it’s like a flood of warmth and pleasure fills me.

After he finishes, he rolls to the side and grabs me, pulling me close for a kiss. “Amazing girl.”

“Why thank you. Now, how about a shower? Maybe we can review some notes.”

We head to my bathroom and climb into the jets of water from the two showerheads. The one above us is almost like a mist and, as we stand beneath it I feel like some wild woman just back from some great adventure. I look up at Isaac like at any moment he’s simply going to disappear and I’m going to understand that this was, indeed, all in my head.

But he never does.

I catch myself staring at him like he’s some alien creature that just touched down and I feel amazed that he’s here.The shower is really sweet and intimate. It’s… well, it’s sexual but directionless. I find myself stroking his cock and his hands move over my body in ways that indicate there’s an entitlement to me… Wow. That came out wrong. We touch each other in ways that only two people who are intimate with each other would.

Damn it, that’s circular. It’s sweet and intimate because we do intimate things. Sorry. The point is that the shower feels emotionally good. I feel vulnerable but safe, and in some ways the shower is more fulfilling than the sex. We get out, dry off, and head to bed.

My bed.

It still feels surreal how this day has gone. I mean, how does it just happen that I’m daydreaming about this incredible guy next door and then, he appears? And more, asks me to pretend to marry him?

I know that thepretendword is the part I should focus on, but as we pull back the covers and I climb into bed beside him, I just can’t help feeling a little bit of an out of body experience. How is this even remotely possible?

I’m sure I’d go on about this if it weren’t for Isaac giving me a gentle goodnight kiss. My thoughts get disrupted and I decide to let them go.We settle under the covers and Isaac pulls meagainst him. I relish his warmth and strength. I’ve slept alone for so long, I don’t know what to do with myself. He takes care of that, too. He pulls me close and I rest my head on his chest.

I close my eyes and sigh.

And the gentle rhythm of his breathing lulls me to sleep.As it does, somewhere in the back of my mind I remember we were supposed to talk.

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