Page 6 of All Her Broken Pieces

She pushes me off, flipping me over so she’s straddling me, and leans to open her nightstand.

I look over to see she’s holding a condom in her hand. “I can’t use that kind,” I admit.

Her nose scrunches in the cutest way. “What, latex? Do you have an allergy?”

“No, latex is fine. I prefer a different size. I have some magnums in my wallet if you want to grab one.”

“Oh. Oh shit! Should I do some stretches first?” The look on her face makes my cock ache in my briefs.

Chuckling, I reassure her, “Why do you think I’m so good at eating pussy? I’ve got to make sure you’re ready to handle this cock.” I thrust my hips up into her, and her head drops back as her hips match my thrusts. After a few minutes of dry humping me through my underwear, I ask, “Condom?”

There’s reluctance on her face as she climbs off the bed, walks over to my discarded pants, and pulls out my wallet. Damn, that look does something for my ego. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and already I want more with this woman. Shucking off my boxer briefs, I lay back on the bed, stroking my length, ready to be inside her.

“Holy shit,” she whispers. I assume she’s shocked at the size of my cock. But when I look over, I see her holding my wallet up to her face as if she’s trying to get a closer look at something. “You’re twenty-two?”

“Last I checked. Is that a problem?” She looks up at me, concern in her blue eyes quickly morphing to desire as her eyes settle on my cock. “See something you like?”

“One night. We said one night,” she mutters and drops the wallet.

“Who are you trying to convince, sweetheart? I didn’t agree to those terms. Now get the fuck over here so I can feel that sweet pussy squeeze my cock.”

Condom in hand, she saunters back to the bed, ripping the foil packet open and sliding the condom down my shaft before I can exhale the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

Straddling me, she begins rubbing her slick center along the shaft of my cock, never letting me penetrate her entrance. My hands grip her hips, aiding her rhythm. “That’s it, treat me like your personal fuck toy. Use my cock. Take what you need.”

“Fuck, yes. Oh fuck, yes.” She screams as her legs shake and her orgasm takes over, vibrating through her entire body.

“That’s a good girl, getting this cock nice and wet.” I pull her up my chest and grip the bottom of my shaft, positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance. “Now be a good fucking girl and ride my cock. I want you dripping all over it.”

“I don’t think I can. I think you might be too big.” She winces as I push my crown into her hot, tight cunt. “Ohfuck.”

“You can take it. Just breathe, sweetheart. Relax those muscles. I’m going to make you feel so good,” I say as I move one hand between us and rub circles on her clit. Slowly, I feel her relax, and I push another inch into her. “That’s it, fuck, you’re so tight.”

I need to give her time to adjust, but fuck, I’m fighting every urge to bury myself fully inside her. As if she’s reading my thoughts, Bridget gingerly pushes up with her arms on my chest and slides another few inches down my cock. “So full,” she moans.

“You’re taking me so well,” I say as I push the last of my cock into her, seating myself to the hilt. “Fuck, this pussy is perfect.” It feels like she was made for me, and I fight the urge to say it, knowing it’d scare her off.

“I need a minute. Fuck, you’re so big.”

“Can’t hear that enough, sweetheart.” I smile as I pull her against me and pepper her neck with kisses. Her body tastes so good, I can’t help licking and sucking on every inch of her.

“Seriously, the perfect length, but damn, the girth is more than I’m used to.” She takes a deep breath and begins rocking her hips, slowly at first, until she gets more comfortable.

Fuck, I’m going to blow quick, she feels so good, so tight. I’ve never experienced something so intense with someone this quickly. Or at all, really. I need more than just a single night with this woman.

Getting more comfortable with my size, she lets loose, arching her back and resting her hands on my thighs behind her as she grinds along my shaft, giving me the perfect view of her gorgeous tits as they bounce with her every thrust. “Ethan, fuck, you feel so good, oh fuck!” Her body shudders as her walls squeeze my shaft.

Think about baseball stats. Cooking meals with Nonna. Helping my siblings with their homework. Anything but how good this fucking woman feels coming apart on my cock.

I let her ride through the last bit of her orgasm before I lift her off me, flip her over, and grab her hips from behind before slamming all the way into her in one quick movement.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Could stay buried in your sweet cunt all night.”

“Yes, please! Harder, oh fuck, harder.” She fists the sheets in front of her while arching back into me, matching me thrust for thrust.

Her moans and the sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the room as I slam into her. My balls tighten and spots cloud my vision as her pussy spasms around my cock like a vise, another orgasm consuming her. I fall over the edge too this time. She melts against me as I wrap an arm around her waist and grind out the last of my orgasm. We roll onto the bed, her little spoon to my big, staying connected as we lay there panting.

After what feels like hours, but is probably only minutes, she finally speaks. “If you need to go clean up, the en suite has washcloths in the linen closet.”

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