Page 78 of Fall for Me

Finally, he let me reach for his belt. I unbuckled it while he closed his eyes, tipping his face to the ceiling. It was only after I made quick work of his button and zipper and had slid his pants down, leaving him in only his shorts, that I understood. It wasn’t hesitation at doing this with me. At least, that wasn’t all of it. It was… this.

The enormous bulge in his shorts.

I remembered how he’d felt so big in his office—I thought it had been because I was pressed up against him at a certain angle. But now, as I slowly pulled his elastic down, freeing his cock, my stomach jumped.

He was fucking huge. I didn’t know a man could look like this. My hands went shaky, both with nerves, but also… something like excitement.

He tipped his face back down. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn’t tear mine from his giant member.

“You thought you were going to scare me, Chelsea.”

“I’m not scared,” I whispered. That wasn’t totally true. I wasn’t scared off, was more accurate. I brought my hand to his shaft. It was warm and hard… and I could barely get my whole hand around it. My fingers didn’t actually meet.

“Jesus, Seamus.”

“Listen, we don’t have to—”

“No,” I said, a new heat coursing through me. I’d been with a few guys. Several, though not as many as my friends thought—many times I’d taken a man home with me only to make out a bit and then ask them to leave, suddenly exhausted by the whole charade.

But I’d never seen a cock like Seamus’s.

“No. I want it. I want to try it.”

Seamus’s eyes went almost glazed. “Careful what you wish for, Chels.”

“Stand up,” I said.

He got to his feet, and when I rose up on my knees, it was at the perfect height for me.

“Have women been scared of this?” I asked. I brought my other hand to him and drew my tongue against the tip.

“Yes,” he said, breathing hard now. “Almost always.”

I opened my mouth, taking him in as much as I could. I wasn’t even halfway down when he hit the back of my throat, making me gag in the most delicious way. That almost made me hot with jealousy. I took him in again, deeper now, my eyes watering.

“Fucking hell, Chelsea,” he groaned.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, popping off him and licking my lips, my pussy clenching. “But it just makes me want it more.” It did, too. I liked the thrill—I wanted to feel myself filled with him. I was suddenly desperate for him. I took him in my mouth again, feeling wetness gather between my legs as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, his fat length slamming against the back of my throat over and over. His shaft was slick now, and my hands slid along the rest of his length.

When I used one of my hands to grasp his balls, he cried out. “Chelsea,” he said. “Fuck, Chelsea, you have to stop.”

I came off of him, biting my lip coyly. “You sure?” I brought my hands to my pussy and began playing with my clit as I licked the tip of his cock once more.

“I’m going to come if you keep doing that. And I want to fuck you.”

I nodded. I wanted that too. More than anything. “I think I have a condom…” I said, trying to remember if I did, in my bag. It had been a while .

But Seamus shook his head.

Of course, it wouldn’t fit. My clit pulsed at that.

“I have some,” he said, but his eyes were on my hand, which was on my clit. He joined my hand with his, once again slipping three fingers inside me as I played with my clit.

I gasped. “See?” I said as he slid them in. “It’ll fit.”

Was that what he’d been doing the first time he slipped his third finger in? Seeing if I could take it? The thought nearly made me come.

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