Unfortunately, my plans were derailed. Before we'd even moved out of the foyer, Rafe had his arms around me, seizing my mouth in a kiss. It was hot, enticing, and everything I'd dreamed of. Electricity coursed through my body, and I shivered reflexively. I'd never felt this kind of heat before.
I moaned into his mouth and it turned on the big man even more, his arms wrapping around me tighter, his body hardening unmistakably against my own. He walked us backwards to a couch in the drawing room, lowering me carefully until I was cushioned on the soft pillows, his hard male form above me.
"I've wanted to do this for a while," he growled into my mouth, his breath hot my cheek.
"You mean, since you saw me at the fashion show?" I teased, breathless. "That was only a few hours ago," I giggled.
"It's been a long time, given how hard I've been," he growled, nuzzling the valley between my breasts. His breath was so tantalizing on my sensitive flesh that I arched beneath him, unconsciously offering myself to his touch. And Rafe took advantage of it. With a growl, he pulled the v-neck of my dress down, revealing first one beautiful titty, and then the other, to his ravenous gaze.
"God, they're perfect," he growled before seizing a rosy tip in his mouth.
And I moaned with pleasure, twisting in his arms. It felt so good to feel that hot mouth on my sensitive nub, jolts of lightning going straight form my nipples to my cunny, making me weak inside. I cried out, breathless, gasping, moving beneath him on the couch.
It only spurred him on more. With a hungry rumble, he moved to my other jug, loving this one as well, suckling, teasing, running his tongue between the two nipples before cupping my tits in both hands, pushing my boobs together. Unabashed, he sucked both teats into his mouth at once and I almost creamed right there and then, it was so magnificent. Twin jolts of sensation coursed through me, my pussy positively dripping now, and I could swear the big man could smell it because he chuckled.
"Let's get you out of this," he growled, his big fingers toying with the tie to my dress. But before I could undo the wrap, he'd taken the material between both big hands and ripped it open.
"Oh!" I gasped, my body suddenly revealed to his gaze, dressed in nothing but a lacy white bra and panties, the crotch unmistakably wet.
He chuckled. "I don't take things slow," he grinned. And he proceeded to devour me, his lips rimming my ribcage, tracing a circle around my belly button before continuing further south to the hem of my boy shorts.
"Hmm, modest, are we?" he murmured as he blew softly on my mound. I writhed beneath him, that warm air so tantalizing on my nub, mewling softly, unconsciously parting my legs further, begging him to do more.
With a low chuckle, he peeled my panties off, lightly tracing my legs, skimming my shapely calves as the thin scrap of material was tossed to the floor. With a lightning fast move, he was crouched again between my legs again, this time rubbing my labia with a fingertip, skimming that flesh with the gentlest of touches before holding my lips apart with both hands to look within.
And reader, it felt so good just to have him look, my most inner self exposed to his gaze. I was curiously shy, yet confident as well, instinctively knowing that I was in good hands with this big man.
My ruby rose insides responded, growing moist immediately, my clit so hard and big that it stood up to attention like a miniature cock, begging to be sucked. Trails of cream ran down my walls, pooling to form a drip that left a damp spot on the couch below.
And like a slut, my hips began gyrating, moving up and down, begging him to do more than just look.
"Please," I gasped. "I need it."
Fortunately, the big man was responsive. With a low growl, he dove into my snatch, first lipping my nub, tasting it, biting it with his teeth before settling into a slow suck.
"Unnnnhh," I moaned, tossing my head, my eyes half-closed in ecstasy. "Feels … so … good."
"There's more," he chuckled gently against my twat. He dipped lower, letting his tongue trail the folds of my puss, exploring every nook and cranny, tasting that female juice, pungent and sweet. He pushed my knees up so that my ass was up in the air, completely bare for him and dipped lower to trail his tongue around my anus.
"Oh god!" I shrieked. I squirmed a bit, I was so embarrassed. I mean, I've been rimmed before, but it seemed so different with this man, so personal … so intimate. But Rafe wasn't about to stop, nor was he wasn't deterred by my hesitation. He bent his head and sniffed again, breathing in the musky smell of my ass and growled, "There isn't a part of you that I wouldn't touch."
And with that, he poked his tongue into my back hole, tasting me, making me shriek with ecstasy, his wet, muscled appendage going into my rectum as he ran his fingers up and down my pussy before touching the little hole where his dick would go, inserting his fingertip, then pushing deeper so that his entire finger was embedded inside.
"You're tight," he rumbled, "I've got to get you looser because my cock's not going to fit."
I was taken aback. I'm not a small girl and I could accommodate most men, but what was he saying exactly? That he was bigger than an XXL? Oh god. Was this going to work? I fervently prayed yes, I didn't think I could handle stopping anytime soon.
And Rafe was of the same mind, he just wanted to warm me up first before introducing me to the main event. Insistently, he kept tonguing my ass as he pushed a second finger in with the first, letting me adjust to the width of his two digits.
"Oh!" I squealed. It felt so good, tight but not uncomfortable at all.
Then came a third finger, followed by a fourth. Rafe was firm but gentle, allowing me to adjust as more and more was forced into my twat, my little lips stretched, my pussy still running like a fount even as he buried his entire hand in me.
"Aieee!" I shrieked again, the sight of his fist planted in me insanely dirty and wrong. My legs were spread so wide, my cunny engorged and yet the lips tight like rubber bands because he'd planted his entire hand in me, only his wrist visible now, the rest cushioned in my warm insides. He moved his fingers slightly inside, tickling my walls before beginning a thrust in and out, trying his best to loosen me up, getting me ready for the big time.
And I was so turned on that my pussy gushed juices like it'd never done before. Rafe's wrist was completely wet and a trail dripped all the way down to his elbow, my female cream musky and aromatic in the air around us.
"More," I moaned as he fisted me, "more, more, more."
"More is coming, little girl," he growled in return, "believe me, it's coming."
And with that, he pulled his hand from me with a soft pop, the sucking sound wet and sensual at once. His hand was completely coated and he lifted it to his mouth, licking one finger, then another, gazing at me lasciviously the entire time, clearly enjoying my taste.
"Mmm, delicious," he rumbled before dropping a kiss on one rosy nipple.
But I wanted, no needed more, and fast.
"Now Rafe," I panted. "Please."
And the big man didn't hesitate. His clothes were off in a flash, that expensive suit crumpled on the floor and I gasped. Because he wasn't just big … he was massive. His dick hung all the way to the top of his kneecap, the biggest donkey dong I'd ever seen, as thick as my wrist, growing even as I watched. It lifted in the air, clearly aroused, the tip dripping wetly, one massive vein tracing the top, another vein pulsing hotly on the underside.
Like a slave, I fell before him on my knees. Deliriously I opened my mouth, and the big man chuckled, looking down at me.
"Like what you see, huh?" he growled.
Wordlessly I nodded, bobbing my head, my mouth still open, and he did what I was praying for. He lifted that massive member with one hand and pointed it straight at my mouth, letting me take a suck of that glistening tip.
Oh god, he tasted good, a salty tang of semen coating my lips, a slight pulse of juice squirting into my mouth even as I surrounded the head with my lips. It was a struggle. His glans was so huge that I could barely stretch around the head, that solid, blunt muscle like a club.
But I wanted as much of it in my mouth as I could. I lovingly traced the vein on top, then the vein on the bottom before going back to his head and trying to suck as much as possible inside. Bit by bit, I edged the massive member into my throat, willing myself not to gag.
"That's it, little girl," he groaned, throwing his head back, his eyes closed, a blaze of color on his bronzed cheeks. His pecs strained, his hips tense as my mouth slowly covered more and more acreage. "You can do it … oh god," he rumbled again.