Page 37 of Catching His Runaway

I’ve thought about his cock a few times lately. Sometimes, I’ve pictured what I thought it would look like.

Tommy’s a big guy. He’s built like a wall, stiff like one, too. So, it’s not a crazy thought to think he might have a monster between his legs. I mean, I’ve felt him grind against me before. He’s definitely on the bigger side of the spectrum.

Yet, when he pulls out the third appendage, I’m choking on my breath. My pussy quivers in both anticipation and fear.

He gives himself a squeeze, and despite how slick he already is, more precum comes flowing out.

Looks painful. Looks impressive.

I’m not even trying to hide how badly I want him. How badly Ineedhim.

He’s got me right where he needs me, and I’m trying to quicken this process by leaning back against him. Every time I rub up against him, I hear the way he groans.

I’ve had men try to turn me on with poor attempts at talking dirty. Tommy just has to curse under his breath and make me feel like I’m enough to break him, and my pussy might as well be as wet as a waterfall.

He’s not the only one groaning. Once he gets his hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks hard enough to make me hiss, I’m willing to bet he’s too busy taking in the damage he’s already done before inflicting even more in the near future.

Pinching my eyes shut, I bite my lip hard enough to taste the start of copper as he grinds against me. Teasing me for what’s to come, I have to fight not to be the first to cave and beg him to fuck me.

Thankfully, Tommy is in a good mood. He doesn’t drag this on for long.

He doesn’t bother giving me any sort of warning. Once he’s lined up with my entrance, I’m left gripping the sheets as I cling to whatever I can as I feel every inch of him tug at my nerves as he slides in with one solid thrust.

“What a grip,” he moans as he drags his hips back. When he thrusts forward, my body arches. “From the way I fit perfectly, I can’t help but believe this pussy is made for me.”

Maybe it is. I can’t even think about it, by the way he continues to move.

The first cry that leaves my lips seems to fuel him. It’s what makes him rumble with a moan, fuels him to thrust harder. His fingers are digging deeper into my hips, causing an ache that makes the line separating pleasure and pain blur to the point that I can’t tell which is which.

Squeezing my eyes shut tighter, I try to focus on anything other than the string of pleasure that he’s wrapping around my body. He’s a quick learner, figuring out which spots inside of me are more sensitive than others.

With each revealing jerk and shudder, he aims with precision, making staying quiet an impossible feat.

He works up a sweat, tugging at his shirt. I hear buttons pop, and one hits my skin amid the chaos.

Looking back, I see he’s got a sheen to his skin, covered in a light flush. Amongst the scars and pieces missing of him, I don’t have long to appreciate the view. Not when his hand finds the middle of my back.

I don’t curse at him when he shoves my chest toward the bed, only moaning when the friction of the bed against my nipples causes more pleasure.

“Your pussy keeps sucking me back in, Valeria.” Growling my name, he isn’t satisfied with my muffled whimper. Instead, he pulls out, leaving barely anything before snapping his hips forward in one deep thrust.

Head yanking, I gasp and sob out.

Any sex I’ve had in the past doesn’t matter. This is completely different. In comparison, before has been nothing but boring. This is intense.Intoxicating.

Is it because the last man I should ever let between my legs is the one making me cry out his name? Demanding it with every sharp thrust of his hips?

Reaching behind me, I move frantically, but his hand finds my wrist. He doesn’t squeeze it hard like I expect him to. Instead, I feel his tongue against my racing pulse as he leans down to kiss my skin.

Every inch of skin he touches lights up like a firework. Like he can’t help himself, he soon releases my wrist and moves his mouth to my shoulder. Licking and kissing, he travels toward the space between my shoulder blades.

Everything is too much. I don’t even have time to prepare myself before my orgasm leaves me jerking and twitching against him.

His breath tickles my spine as he presses the weight of his bulk. His teeth find my skin, and he leaves another spot with the others.

He doesn’t pull out, enjoying the way my walls spasm around him.

“We’re not done yet.” Kissing the spot he’s left behind, he makes another on my shoulder.

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