Page 54 of Bad For A Weekend

He maintains his pace until my body relaxes and I’m gasping for air. How embarrassing. He barely had to touch me.

“That’s my girl, coming for me like that,” he says, circling a finger around my hole. “Now tell me, has someone ever put a finger in here?”

“Yes.”

“Did they make you come by fingerfucking you?”

God, his dirty words. I knew he’d be dominant, but I didn’t expect this. On a normal day, I have to force him to talk. Apparently, all I needed to do was get naked.

“No, it hurt because I wasn’t wet.”

His finger presses into me without any resistance. He pulls it out and shows me how it glistens with my arousal before sucking it off. “I don’t think we’ll have that problem.”

“You’re so cocky.” I grin.

“Not cocky,” he says, pushing into me again and hooking his finger to tap against a place inside that makes my toes curl. “Just knowledgeable.”

He lowers back down, latching onto my sensitive clit and sucking while stroking me on the inside. When I masturbate, I can’t orgasm more than once. I’ve tried. But with Owen’s mouth on me and his finger in me, I already feel another wave coming.

He works me over, never stopping for even a minute. What does he do to build this kind of stamina?

“Owen,” I cry out.

“That’s it, Baylor. Say my name when I make you come.”

And I do. Over and over as pleasure claims my body. It’s intense and overwhelming. I had no idea it could feel like this, and we haven’t even had sex yet. Maybe that’s why he’s doing this, to make up for the fact that he’ll be the only one enjoying the penetration part. I’ve heard enough horror stories from friends about their first times to think there won’t be some pain involved.

“Mmm, your pussy tastes even better than your skin.” He wipes his face on my inner thigh, and I blush at just how wet I must be. “I think two orgasms will soften you up enough to take my cock.”

“Is that why you did that?” I ask sheepishly.

“Exactly why. You’re a small girl, and I’m a big man. The more relaxed you are and the more orgasms you have, the softer and wider you get. It also confuses your signals making pain feel good.” He flips me over like I’m a rag doll. “That’s why I can do this”—he smacks my ass—“and it’ll feel good.”

I cry out, surprised that he’s right. The shock to my nervous system sends a jolt of pleasure through me. He flips me back over, an all too pleased grin on his face that stays there as he tugs his shirt off, revealing his chiseled chest and abs and all his sexy tattoos.

The ink is a lot to take in. The only design element is geometric shapes, starting with a 3D ball at the base of his throat with a pattern that reminds me of this toy I used to have called a Spirograph. I have no idea how his tattoo artist made everything so symmetrical.

He bends over to pull his shorts down, breaking my attention from his tattoos and drawing me into the apex of his thighs where the biggest, most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen stands proud and tall. He grips the base and strokes slowly as he climbs back over me, stopping to tease my nipples with the tip of his tongue before settling on his knees.

My eyes widen as he rubs the head up and down my slit.

“That won’t fit,” I say.

Owen

Ichuckle. “It will.”

“No. Seriously. It’s too big.” Her legs try to squeeze together, but I grip her by the knees and hold her in place.

“Baylor.” My commanding tone stops her fight. “Would I ever hurt you?”

She doesn’t even think before answering. “No.”

“Then trust me and relax.” I rest my hand over her sexy little blonde patch of hair. I had no idea what her natural hair color was until I took her shorts off. I tease her swollen clit with my thumb while I rub the head of my cock through her folds. Every now and then, I sink just the tip in before pulling out and doing the whole thing over again.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but the second I got her naked, there wasn’t anything or anyone who could have stopped me. Everything about her is incomparable. Her abs and thighs are muscled and strong from cheer, her tits are perky and round, and her cunt is delicious and tight.

I’m about to push in an inch further when it strikes me that I don’t have a condom. I’ve never had sex without one, so what the hell was I thinking? I sit back on my heels and run a hand through my hair, disappointed as fuck that this has to stop.

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