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DICK

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Jess

HE was an absolute asshole. I liked assholes, but I doubted that was the only thing about him I liked. After struggling with it for some time, I decided it was his confidence. It seemed he couldn’t contain it. And, I liked that about him. His walk. His attitude. His demands.

He had a big dick and he knew it.

His home was unlike anything I’d ever seen, and his garage was bigger than my entire house. Filled with exotic cars, motorcycles, and jet-skis, it was further proof that he was involved in something other than a common job for common wages.

I found that to be strangely attractive as well.

Itwas crazy thinking I agreed to a one-night stand with him, but I did. It was something I never would have guessed I’d do willingly, and in fact, I prided myself in never having a one-night stand by agreement or otherwise.

After I agreed, I immediately regretted it, but the regret didn’t last long.

As soon as he took off his pants, it vanished.

He unbuckled his belt. “So you understand what this is, right?”

“Yep.”

I was half-drunk, horny, and ready to be his fuck puppet. My eyes fell to his waist. I desperately wanted to see it. I was ready. He pushed his jeans past the base of his cock, taking his boxers with them at the same time. When the waistband cleared the tip, I gasped.

Holy shit.

His cock looked like the rest of him. Oversized. Thick. Muscular. Prepared for action. I stared. Seconds later, I realized I was still gawking at it with my mouth wide open. I probably looked like an overanxious sex-starved idiot.

All of which were true, but I didn’t want him to know.

“Bend over the bed,” he said.

I looked up. He was shirtless.

Dear. Fucking. God.

I would have done a fucking cartwheel and a backflip if he’d told me to. Thankfully, he hadn’t. At least not yet.

His muscles were covered in more muscles. His ripped abdomen and broad chest defined sexy. I eagerly pushed my panties to the floor and bent over the bed. I felt my dress clear my ass and bunch up around my waist. I bit into my lower lip and prepared for him to fill me with his ten inches of thickness.

I felt his warm breath against my wet mound.

I’d never had a guy go down on me without begging him to, and even then it rarely happened. There always seemed to be an excuse supporting why it either didn’t need to happen, or couldn’t happen.

Dick needed no invitation.

Without warning, his tongue licked along my slit perfectly and with precision. I twisted my hips, buried my face into the comforter, and released a sigh of pleasure. Not since Bobby Buckley finger banged me for the first time underneath the bleachers in middle school had anything felt so good.

His tongue circled my clit. He sucked, nibbled, and fingered his way into my pussy and into my heart. Fully prepared for a one-night stand, but in no way ready for him to eat my pussy, my heart went aflutter.

His fingers worked in and out while his mouth sucked on my clit. His tongue flicked against my little swollen nub with each stroke of his finger, and together, they quickly brought me into a drunken state of ecstasy.

While he continued to suck and lick, I floated away, into a place I hadn’t yet known. The excitement of it all – his bad boy attitude, his dick-ish behavior, and his wealth – proved to be just too much.

I wailed out in pleasure as my body convulsed, reaching climax so hard it shook me to my core.

Several orgasms later, and I was ready to pass out.

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