Page 79 of Roughing the Player
We’re standing right next to the bed, so all it takes is one push for me to land backwards on the bed. While I lie prone, she removes my shoes and socks.
She releases the belt, whips it in the air. And then she unsnaps my waistband, lowers my zipper, and snakes her hand within to grab her prize.
“Oh, my. What a big boy you are.”
“I’m not a boy.” I roll her over and proceed to devour her the way I’ve been wanting to most of the damn day. I lick, nibble, bite my way down to her core. When I get there, I widen her legs and settle down to feast on her. The honey-sweet taste of her pussy is beyond delicious.
“Ahhh.” She wriggles beneath my assault, grabs my hair and wiggles under me.
I don’t know how much longer I can stand doing this, so I stand and toss off the rest of my clothes. I grab a condom from the stash I’d stored in the night table and roll it over me while she silently watches.
I lift her hips and position my hard cock over her opening. “Ready?”
She nods.
I ease into her slowly. As big and as hard as I am, the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
Our coupling sounds loud in the confine of the room and so do her moans. “Faster, Brock.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Hang on.”
She wraps her arms around my arms, and I go for it, surging into her with every ounce of my being. She’s blazing hot and so, so wet. For me. For everything I can give to her.
“I’m coming, Brock.”
So am I, but I don’t want to get there. Not just yet. Not before her.
I don’t have to wait long. Her whole body grows rigid as she dissolves. I follow her into paradise.
I collapse on her but immediately roll over taking her with me. As much as I weigh and as tiny as she is, I could hurt her. I clutch her to me as our breaths bellow.
“How was that?” I ask.
“I’ll let you know as soon as I catch my breath.”
