Page 14 of Colossal
Someday I’m just going to pass out from the erections Marlow gives me. I’m going to lose consciousness in the middle of a car ride or class or in a coffee shop, like this one. There is literally no blood left to help my brain function at this point, because all of it has migrated south to my cock, which is dripping like a leaky faucet in my XXXL briefs.
“You’re…you…” I swallow and start over. “You think you’re a come slut?”
Gravely, she nods, like she’s telling me a terrible secret, instead of the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“But only foryourcome,” she qualifies in a breathy whisper.
Never mind.Thatis the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. In my life.
“I want to watch it come out of you. Up close. I want it inside of me, in my mouth—”
“Marlow,” I grit out, gripping her waist to stop her from grinding on me, which she appears to be doing subconsciously.You know, just to send me to the depths of insanity. “Fairy Tale, I—”
“My stepmother is right about me, isn’t she? I’m an instrument of the devil.”
“What?” I belt, fucking outraged. Who is this woman filling her head with malicious lies? “That is absolute garbage. There is nothing and no one sweeter than you. Didn’t I say you were a little cupcake? You think I would say something that embarrassing unless I really meant it?” She hiccups a laugh and relief soars in my middle. “You have healthy urges, Marlow. All of them are totally normal, even if they’re a tiny bit more…”
“Pronounced?”
“Pronounced.Exactly.” I gather all of her hair in my fist, like a handheld ponytail. “Now, you’re going to draw what you’ve been dreaming of doing.”
“I’ve only been dreaming of it since this morning. Because that’s when I met you.”
This smoke show I met this morning is obsessed with my come—andonlymy come.
Sure. Just normal, everyday shit.
I watch over Marlow’s head as she starts to sketch. It’s Colossal—me—standing above a kneeling depiction of Marlow in stockings and a miniscule thong. I’m wearing my hockey mask in the picture, but other than that I’m completely stripped down to nothing. My heft is on full display, and the way she’s lovingly drawn my extra weight puts a lump in my throat.
In the first frame, my cock is…whew boy, it’s right down her throat. She even draws a little lump in the heroine’s jugular to show how deep I am. My God.
As she draws, she’s getting excited, her tight ass wiggling around in my lap, while I try to hold her still. Oh, but then I just let her ride around on my beating dick, because the next illustration makes me so horny, I require the friction.
“That what you need, Marlow?” I ask, watching the hand-drawn version of myself overflow her pretty little mouth on the page. “You want to suck me until I unload?”
She drops the pencil. “Yes.”
I stand up so fast, my head spins, but I don’t let her feet touch the floor. Nah, I toss her right over my shoulder, making her squeal happily. Wrapping my right arm around her legs to keep her steady, I collect her sketchbook and purse in my left, then I’m out the front door of the coffee shop. My cock is so stiff, it’s pushing past the top of my waistband, but I don’t have a free hand to adjust myself, so I’m basically just strolling through the neighborhood with a twelve-inch destroyer in my sweatpants. Not to mention a girl who barely reaches my chest draped over my shoulder.
I could easily get arrested.
“Where are you taking me?”
“I don’t know. I…” Her voice makes me throb harder, my vision pricking with light. “My car is in the school parking lot.”
“Oooh, perfect. The parking lot.”
“No, Fairy Tale. I was going to drive you somewhere romantic.”
“I don’t want to wait,” she says, sounding pouty, her hands stroking my ass, lifting the back of my hoodie so she can kiss my lower back, my love handles. “I’m so hungry, Daddy. Feed me.”
My balls quicken ominously. “Marlow, please, you’re going to make me jizz my pants,” I grit out. Almost there, thank God. I turn through the opening in the chain-link fence, relieved to find my car is the last one there and the overhead lights have been turned off. It’s dark in the lot, except for the moonlight and the glow of some distant streetlamps. “Why do you call me Daddy?” I ask. “Not that I fucking mind, believe me.”
“You like it?”
“Hellyes, I like it.”
We reach my car and I position us out of view of the street, Marlow sliding down the front of my body with a Cheshire cat smile. When I realize she’s going to kneel directly on the asphalt, I strip off my hoodie and lay it down on the ground, making a cushion for her knees, and she sighs up at me likeI’mthe hero in this scenario, her knees nestling into the sweatshirt, her fingers tucking into the elastic of my sweatpants and briefs, drawing them down to my ankles and holy shit, holy shit, I’m in the school parking lot with my dick out.
