Page 63 of Let Me Say It Again

Men everywhere should have feared this very moment. These were the moments that ruined women for other men, right?

How could I ever go back to a decently sized dick?

It’d be like sitting at the grown-ups’ table and then being relegated back to the kids’ table. It wasn’t possible. It was. . . it was. . . wrong.

His erection was massive, and his cock wasn’t just long, it was thick. Like how-in-the-world-is-that-supposed-to-fit-into-my-vagina thick. You know, without splitting me in two. Sorry, it was the only thought flashing through my mind. Well, that, and how lucky I was because all I wanted to do was take it for a test drive. Was I sick?

It had a bulging vein that ran down the side and—

There went all ability to function again because he took it in his hand and gave it a tug. Not a delicate one, either. A hard, rough tug.

“Your cock is a work of art. It belongs in a museum.” Was I drooling? I hoped not but wouldn’t have been surprised if I was.

“Thanks.” His smile was full of pride.

I broke eye contact, my eyes threatening to water from how hyper-fixated I had been. Moving on, I fingered the lace on the waist of my panties. “Doesn’t change the fact that there’s definitely something wrong with it.”

He cocked a brow, continuing to tug on it. “Don’t even bother pulling that bullshit with me. You’ve got nothing, and you know it.”

“Nothing?” I spat out. “There is such a thing as too large.”

“Never heard of it,” he replied, shrugging. “Especially from any of the women I’ve been with.”

“Maybe they didn’t want to hurt your fragile ego.”

“If it’s abnormal, why do you keep staring at it?”

“Fascinated by how large it is.”

“You want this inside you,” he started talking dirty.

My heart skipped a beat, and my panties grew wet, my body wanting this, him, so badly I could beg for it. Not that I would have. I didn’t do that.

The hunger in his expression couldn’t be ignored as he crawled back on the bed and stopped at my panties. “Admit it, Jade. You want to know what it would feel like if I buried my cock deep inside you.”

I swallowed hard, the urge to screamyesvery strong. “Yes.” I didn’t scream it, though. I whispered it. There was a difference, and that was what I was sticking to.

“You want me to come inside that sweet pussy of yours, too? You want to know what it feels like to be full?”

I nodded. “You going to get on with it, then?” I snapped.

A deep roar of laughter echoed in the room. “We’ll get there, but now it’s my turn.”

I opened my mouth to say heaven knew what, and the next thing I knew that familiar sound of fabric being torn apart was back. Only this time, it was quickly replaced by the sound of him French kissing my pussy. I committed to memory the methodical sound of sucking and my wetness as he lapped it up.

Flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue made an unbidden noise escape me. With my arms to my sides, I balled up the sheets with my hands, curling them into fists as he didn’t stop.

I didn’t want him to. Not ever.

I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but it didn’t feel like it usually had. It felt different.

For one, if I was a teacher he would have gotten an A-minus. That was the highest grade I would have ever thought to have given a performance from a man in the bedroom.

It would have been an A-plus if he would have stimulated me in multiple ways. You know, like had he—

“Oh, God,” I moaned loudly enough for the neighbors to hear us. Loudly enough for the whole darn floor to hear us.

I couldn’t be blamed, though. He was relentless, his tongue sucking, biting, licking, nipping, and lapping up every last drop I had. However, he was an overachiever.

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