Big Man(12)

“I wasn’t…” I swallow hard and blink, unable to deny it. Unable to confirm it either. I’m stunned, pinned in place by those dark blazing eyes of his.

Without warning, he reaches down and cups me. I gasp, the warm, strong heat of his hands so much hotter than I imagined. Like everything else about him, his hands are big. And warm, and rough…

He squeezes a little tighter, his fingers pressing against my pussy through the fabric of my shorts and my panties. I can feel the damp even through both layers, and so can he, to judge by the smirk on his face. “Isn’t it driving you wild, Sasha?” He rotates his palm a little, grinding it against my mound, and I buck up into him with a moan, unable to help myself.

With his other hand, he catches my free hand, the one I’d been using to touch myself. He lifts it to his lips, trails the flat blade of his tongue across my fingers, and groans slightly with pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed. “Fuck, you taste as good as you smell,” he murmurs.

My pussy pulses at the sound of that.

He draws my hand down his body, brings it to rest against the hard head of his cock. I glance down, eyes widening. My hand doesn’t even fit around him. I wrap my palm around the head of his cock, trail my hand down his side slowly, tracing his length slowly, up and down. As I do, he reaches up and pushes my shorts down, followed by my panties just after. I gasp as the cool evening air hits my pussy. But he doesn’t leave me exposed for long. His palm clamps back across my mound, red hot, and his fingers spread my lower lips, tracing my lips one at a time with slow, teasing strokes.

I imitate him, push his boxers down to fully expose his cock, but even prepared as I think I am, having seen him before and touched him just now, I still gasp when he springs free. His cock is fucking huge. The veins bulge along the sides of his shaft, and the swollen head of his cock pulses with lust. There’s a bead of precum gathered at his tip already and I trace my thumb across it, trail it back down the underside of his cock, tracing the vein there.

“You like what you see?” Grant smirks, knowing. “You like my big fucking cock, City Girl?”

I swallow hard, eyes still focused on his length, his width. “Fuck yes,” I whisper.

“You think you can handle me? Think your tight little city pussy can take it? Because I don’t know…” He grins, and with that, pushes one finger inside me.

My whole body arcs up off the bed. I gasp aloud, arching into his hand, and my clit digs into the heel of his palm as I do, only doubling the sensation. His finger feels so thick inside me, twisting as he runs it along my inner walls, a different one with every stroke as he begins to push it in and out of me. “You feel pretty tight to me, City Girl.”

“Maybe,” I admit, my voice low, breathless. “But I’m wet for you too…” I buck up into him, stifling a groan as the motion forces his finger deeper into me.

He crooks his finger, drags it along my front inner wall until his fingertip finds the hard, sensitive graze of my G-spot. Then he works back and forth along that, even as I tighten my fist on his cock and reach up with my other hand, using both now to pump along his length harder.

“You think that’ll be enough?” He smirks. “Let’s see if we can’t get you even wetter…” He strokes faster, and I moan aloud. Then he adds a second finger, and my pussy tightens, tenses around the width of his fingers. With his thumb, he grazes my clit, over and over with each stroke, hitting my G-spot and the edges of my clit at once. The sensations threaten to send me over the edge, but I tighten my grip on his cock and fuck him faster, not ready to give in yet.

I’m rewarded by a faint groan, deep in the back of his throat, as his eyes go hooded and feral with lust.

“You like that?” I whisper, grinning.

In response, he rolls over, positioned on his knees above me, and continues to finger me hard, fast. I keep fisting his cock, with it aimed right at my chest now, using both hands, my eyes on his balls as they swing beneath him.

Fuck, I want to take him into my mouth. I want to suck him until he’s about to come, and then let him come all over my chest, my mouth. I want to taste him, feel him, make him lose control.

But his fingers are too distracting, and his body, arched up like this above mine, tears away too much of my attention. Before long my hips are bucking against the bed of their own accord, and my mouth falls open, my head twisting against the sheets as I moan and writhe under him.

“That’s right, you’re close now aren’t you, Sasha? Fucking come for me, City Girl. Come on my fingers.”

I gasp and arch up against him. He curls two fingers inside me, presses his thumb over my clit and thrusts those fingers in, once, twice…

I can’t stave it off any longer. I cry out, my voice shaky, as the orgasm hits me. It tears through my nerves, sets my veins on fire, and my whole body bucks along the bed with the force of it.

“That’s right, come hard City Girl. Keep coming.” Grant, for his part, doesn’t stop stroking me. Even when my hands fall away from his cock so I can twist them in the sheets, lost in pleasure. He keeps fingering me until I fall back against the sheets, panting, my body sheened with sweat.

He draws his fingers out of me with a faint pop, and I feel the slick of my own juices along my inner thigh. He leans back, sitting on his heels as he watches me, a satisfied smile on his face, even though his eyes are still dark with want.

“Now there’s the orgasm you so desperately needed,” he comments, smirking. “You were so thirsty for it you couldn’t help touching yourself right next to me, huh? Didn’t listen before when I told you you were courting trouble.”

I swallow hard, but reach for his hands. Grab them and pull him down until he’s leaning over me on all fours. “I still want trouble,” I tell him, eyes locked on his.

“Good,” he replies without missing a beat. “Because at this point, Sasha, I can’t help but fuck you. You’ve driven me too fucking wild for too fucking long.”

I lick my lips. Trace my eyes down his chest. Straight to that thick cock of his, stiff and hard as ever, pointing so low between his legs now that it makes my eyes widen.

“Yeah,” he says, following my gaze. “That’s the problem, though. I still doubt your city pussy can handle my big country cock.”

I lift my chin, stubborn, and lock eyes with him. “I was born and raised here same as you, Grant Werther,” I point out. “I think I can handle what you’ve got to give.”

He laughs, low and throaty, in a dangerous way that makes my belly tighten. But he bows his head, eyes locked onto mine, nevertheless. “Fair enough then. Let’s find out how you take it.”

With that, he grabs both of my ankles at once and pulls me down the bed, flat onto my back beneath him. He kneels between my thighs and I wrap my legs around his waist, arching up until my pussy is pointed right at the tip of his cock.

“I’ve waited too long for this,” he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive growl as he lowers himself toward me, positions the tip of his cock at my entrance.

I clamp my mouth shut to avoid moaning, but when he pushes the tip of his cock between my lips, his head slowly penetrating my pussy, I can’t help it. My mouth falls open and I moan aloud at the sensation.

He takes it slow, steady, pushing himself into me a centimeter at a time, letting my pussy stretch and adjust to his girth slowly. I groan as he keeps going, the stretching, tightening sensation driving me wild. It hurts, but it feels fucking amazing too, to be stuffed so fully, have someone so huge inside me. With every inch deeper he goes, my muscles tense and release, tense and release.

When he’s finally buried fully inside me, I reach up to grab his shoulders, running my hands down his back, along the sharp curves of his muscles as he lies along me for a moment, letting me adjust.

He’s breathing hard too, a catch in his throat. “Fuck,” he groans softly beside my ear, his voice sending another thrill through my nervous system and making my pussy clench—which in turn makes his thick cock jump inside me. “You are so fucking tight it’s unbelievable.”

With that, he leans back and starts to draw out of me again, and I cry out once more, already missing the feeling of his thick cock deep in me, filling me up. He only pulls out an inch though, before he rocks back in, slow at first, steady, letting me adjust to him.

I buck my hips up against him, but he drops his hands to my hips and pins me flat against the bed.

“You think you can take this?” he murmurs, grinning. He pulls back again, two inches this time, and drives into me once more, a little faster this time, a little harder.

“Fuck yes,” I pant. “Give it to me.”

“You want me to really fuck you, Sasha?”

“Yes, Grant. I want you to fuck me with your big cock.”

He smirks. “How hard do you want me to fuck you?” He pulls back again, teasing, three inches this time. Then he drives into me once more, fast enough to make me gasp.

“Hard,” I hiss through clenched teeth, distracted by pleasure.

“How hard?”

“Fucking hard. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight. I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts.”