Page 36 of Haunted Nights & Savage Sins
I’ve never been happier about getting a haircut in my life. If this is the length that will keep her fingers in my hair, I’ll make sure I keep it cut like this forever.
Finally, I make it to the part of her body I’m so desperate to get a taste of. Slipping my fingers along the sides of her panties, I peel them down. She has to lift her hips to help me. The movement puts her core in my direct sight, and my mouth waters.
I’ve never done this before. Never had the desire to. With Brenna I’m finding I’m wanting to do so many things I never thought I’d ever want to do.
I toss her panties to the side near her discarded dress before I get comfortable between her legs. Gently, using my shoulders and biceps, I spread her legs a little wider and take note of her small core.
I know women are meant to stretch to accommodate a man and to bear children, but I’m almost sure there is no way I’ll be able to fit inside of her.
I’m a big man; the two women I’ve been with admitted as much, and I’ve seen enough porn in my life to know that I’m larger than average.
Still, if she’s willing to try, so am I.
First I need to make sure she’s open enough for me to even attempt. I press my lips to her core, and that first taste is better than any whiskey I’ve ever purchased. If I could bottle her juices up and sell, I’d be a rich man.
I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I take my cues from her. Her moans range from soft to loud. When she is loud enough todrown out the sounds of the howling winds outside, I know I’m doing something right. I keep doing that.
I nearly move to something different when she gasps and goes silent. I thought I’d messed up until I hear her say, “Don’t stop. I’m there. Oh God, Cormac.”
I’ve never heard my name spoken like that. Never. But now all I want is for her to say it like that over and over again.
She does.
“Cormac! Cormac! Yes!” She lets out a breath, her back arches, and her legs shake hard as she nearly detonates in passion.
My head is swirling with lust as I suck and slurp up everything she has to offer me.
When her body goes limp and she twitches every time I touch her, I know she’s relaxed enough for me to try for the next part.
I kick off my briefs and slowly crawl up the bed, praying that she doesn’t have it in her to tell me to stop. I can’t stop. There’s no possible way.
I’m lying. If she truly wanted me to stop I would. I’d rather jump off a building to my own death than do it, but I would.
Thankfully, she doesn’t resist me. In fact, she opens her legs wider and grabs for me, trying to pull me up faster.
I press the tip of my cock against her center, sliding up and down to gather some of her wetness. Not that I need it. I’m already slick with my own precum, and she’s soaked.
I close my eyes and revel in the feeling, though. Just feeling her lower lips opening up like petals on a flower for me is enough.But I’m greedy. I know there’s more. I know I’m only feeling the very edges of heaven right now.
I reach down and grab the base of my shaft, making sure I’m lined up perfectly with her opening before I start to push forward.
The thick crown of my head pops into her tight core, and she gasps at the sudden intrusion.
“Oh, fuck.” She whimpers, and I slow.
“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not fucking going anywhere. I’m here.” I lean forward and kiss her gently. Gentler than I’ve ever been with anything in my life.
“You’re so damn big… fuck.” She pants out but keeps her eyes locked on mine.
“It’s okay?” I question.
Please, God, please let it be okay.
She nods, and I push in a little more. I feel her stretching and watch her expression go from wonder to slightly alarmed as I invade her body. When I get about halfway in, I pull back and thrust to warm her body up.
Over and over I do this, only burying myself halfway.
I’m already at the end of my willpower, so when she wraps her leg over my hip and pulls me deeper I lose it all. I slam into her so hard she screams out.
