Page 8 of All in April

“I-I don’t think I can wait anymore,” I mutter. Mainly to myself.

“Then go for it.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, cupcake. If I fuck you, I’ll tear you up inside. I got a big dick and you got a tiny hole.”

The erotic sound that she makes is enough to make me grip my erection through my jeans, pinching the head to keep it from seeping through my boxers.

“I want to try…”

My hand lingers over her bare ass cheek and I wheeze with anticipation knowing she isn’t wearing panties per Jack and Wolf’s request. She squirms a little, shifting more onto her hands, which hold the counter like she’s going to fall forward into the pie she’s making us. As she grabs a dish towel, I slap her hand away, grab it and shove a cherry coated digit inside my mouth, sucking every bit of the sticky juice off.

“Tastes so good. Get up here.” She yelps as I grab her waist and spin her around before plopping her ass right in the flour.

Her skirt flies up and I kneel in front of her, then shove it out of my way. Even on my knees, I’m taller than I need to be, so I lean in, wasting no time, and eat her like she’s my dessert.

“Oh my god, Brahn!”

“Like cherries. My favorite.” I say, in between nibbles on her clit, shoving my tongue inside her pussy, then licking up to the apex where I flick and pulse in rhythmic motions. “I love eating pussy.”

It sounds like I’m slurping up one of her milkshakes the way I ravish her sloppily. My thick fingers make their way to her entrance and she holds a breath as I slide one in, then a second. She’s soaked. And tight.

“Oh, my,” she huffs out.

“Cupcake, you better get use to this. Not sure I can even fit the head inside.”

“Pl-please, Brahn!”

The zipper causes an indention on the shaft of my cock, which is ready to explode. I hurriedly unbutton, then release myself, giving it a much needed firm stroke.

“Yes!” she screams.

April pulls my head deeper between her thighs, which shake and quiver as she explodes on my face. While she’s still throbbing on my finger, I pull it out, then stand and coat the crown of my dick in her wetness.

Meeting her beautiful big eyes, I tug her hips forward a bit for a better angle. “I can’t last… I won’t last.”

The heat of her envelops my pulsing dick, which seeps with the need to come. And I do. I barely fit the tip inside of her. She squeals, clamps down, and the vibrations of her discomfort send shockwaves of pleasure through my body until I shoot reams of cum into her tight tunnel. My palms hit the counter on either side of her as I almost lose my balance.

“Oh, fuck.”

“That-that’s so big, Brahn. I don’t think…”

“Just hold on a second. One second, cupcake, please.”

She freezes as I let my head hang on her chest, gathering up as much breath as I can. When I lift my eyes to gaze into hers, our lips almost meet, but I pull back. “So sorry,” I whisper against her face.

“Why?”

“For being too quick. For being too big.”

Her soft palm strokes my bearded face and she pulls me up to look at her. “You don’t need to be sorry at all. I enjoyed myself. Didn’t you?”

A hushed laugh snorts through my nose. “Yeah, of course.”

“Then, if you want to try again, we can.”

She’s so soft and sweet, I want to kiss her, but that seems like something that would scare her off. Not sure I can kiss a woman without hurting her anyway. As if she senses my desire, she presses her tiny mouth against my cheek and wiggles against my softening cock.

I take a step back and stuff myself inside my jeans. “Hope I didn’t ruin your pie.”

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