And I was succeeding. I'm not exactly a naïf so I've had practice, and that experience was serving me well now. Of course, I'd never done a twelve-incher like the one before me, but new challenges are right up my alley … or down my alley in this case.
Slowly, I opened my throat even more, forcing myself to think of nothing but the hot meat in front of me. Breathing rhythmically through my nose, the cock inched down my esophagus, I could feel the hard length edging down my neck like a python swallowing its prey. Focusing hard, I ignored the urge to gag, instead looking up worshipfully at the man before me, the one that I controlled now with my lips and mouth.
But Rafe could take no more. His hands grabbed the back of my head, winding his fingers into my hair, and he began fucking my face slowly, rocking his hips, forcing my mouth to take more and more of his pole with each push.
"Ummph," he grunted. "Umph, umph, umph."
I squealed a bit, unable to move as my orifice was pummeled, but I didn't struggle. Instead, I held still, letting him get as much traction as possible, letting the swings grow looser, wilder with each push, obediently taking every centimeter, even as my eyes watered and drool began running from the corners of my mouth.
"That's my girl," he huffed, his eyes locking on to mine, feral, wild even as his fingers tangled in my hair. "Take it."
But I wanted dick up my twat even though I loved the sweet taste of sperm. So I sat back on my heels, edging back slowly, using my weight to buck against that barreling pole.
Finally, the entire length was pulled from my mouth, glistening and shiny, and I coughed a bit, my throat raw from the fucking.
"Oh god," I huffed, bent slightly over, wiping my lips with my hand. "Oh god."
"Girlie, you okay?" said the big man concernedly. I looked up into blazing eyes and could see that despite the soft words, he was entirely turned on, ready to go for a full-force fucking. And I wanted it, wanted to feel that donkey dong destroying my sweetest spot.
I stood slowly, letting him get a look at my luscious curves, the undulating s-shape of my hips and thighs.
"I want to ride," I purred, "lie down."
And he did, his big form on the dainty couch, almost comically overwhelming on the chintz pattern. I straddled him, leaning forward to give him a deep kiss as my breasts brushed his chest, my pussy rubbing erotically along his dick.
"Mmm," I moaned, rubbing that sensitive flesh along the crest of his cock. It was dirty, to say the least, my juices mixing with the saliva on his fuckpole, the tip trailing wetly still, grinding that sensitive, soft flesh against his burning-hot steel.
But he could take it no more. He grabbed my ass, pulling my butt cheeks forward and apart, letting his shaft pop up behind me. I could feel it rubbing against my ass crack, so long and big that it reached all the way up to my lower back. Slowly, oh so slowly, he guided the tip into my little hole, and I had to raise myself up on my knees just to accommodate.
"Oh!" I sighed with pleasure, the tip coming into me an inch, then two. "Oh!" I moaned again as I lowered myself onto that massive snake, letting my puss savor the exquisite feeling of a hard donkey dong.
"That's it girlie," he said roughly. "But you gotta long ways to go."
My eyes flew open and I glanced down, my mouth opening with shock. Sure enough, I'd only taken three inches at most, there was still almost a foot of prick outside, waiting to make its entrance into my hot cavern. Oh god, this was going to be much harder than I thought.
Willing my body to stretch, I pushed down on that man meat, forcing my hips down, spreading my legs, my little pussy lips tight and rubbery at once. Rafe held still but the man meat was so huge, so dominating, that I was actually shoved up a bit just by the size of the thing. Whimpering slightly, I pushed down again, grinding my hips this time, straining, willing my curvy body to embrace that monster cock.
And slowly it began edging in, the sight of that massive veined pole disappearing into my body unbearably hot and dirty. Oh yeah. I was doing it. I was eating up cock, my vag getting plugged, and it felt fucking good.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, still focused completely on the fuckpole making its way inside until finally, finally, I sat down all the way onto his balls, those soft, loose sacks pressed up hard against my ass.
"Little girl, I've never seen someone with so much determination," Rafe breathed below me, his eyes full of wonderment. And with a teasing grin, I circled my hips a bit, startled at how far up he was inside me.
"Well, you've never met Jenna Walsh before," I replied, my breath catching as he shifted below me.
And that was the beginning of a long ride towards heaven. I rocked myself to and fro, enjoying the feeling of dick coming in and out, squeezing my pussy walls, suctioning my flesh almost, it was so tight in there. But the real fucking didn't start until Rafe took control, seizing my tiny waist in both hands, holding me still as he bucked upwards, banging me from below.
"Unnh, unnh, unnh," he grunted, his eyes fixated on my bouncing boobs, the nips bobbing up and down, the look of sheer ecstasy on my face. "Just a bit … more," he rumbled, his voice cracking. And after a few seconds, he roared. The big man's neck strained as he pumped shot after shot of semen into me, that virile, viscous white coating my insides, each spurt a hot gush of heaven, his dick pulsing inside my walls, my cunny clamping onto him.
Because I'd come as well, my vag seizing and pulsing, twitching with each shot of ecstasy, my vision temporarily blackened as I was lifted to new heights. I almost cried, my body twisting in currents, my puss shooting with warm juices as I spurted, the cream spraying onto Rafe's chest, coating him in a fine film, a bit even landing on his chin and neck as I lost control.
And after our breathing evened, I sank back onto my heels, still locked in place by the huge donkey dong, in close contact with that massive male form.
The big man rubbed his chin, tasting some of the juice that I'd left there, sweet pussy ambrosia.
"Delicious," he rumbled, licking his lips lasciviously, and that's when I knew I was lost.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Rafe
She was heaven on earth, delicious, warm, curvy, with big boobs and an ass, just the way I like it. We'd tried keeping our affair a secret, but it was damn near impossible, there was just too much publicity surrounding the newest It girl and the CEO of Levast.
"Jenna!" screamed photographers when we stepped out of a restaurant. "Rafe! Picture picture picture!" And we'd stopped to oblige, the bulbs flashing non-stop, blinding in their brightness.
Because our relationship was like a supernova. Against all odds, the curvy model had landed the cover of Sports Illustrated, her golden flesh rippling and luscious in a tiny white bikini, kneeling in the Bahamanian sand. And so a scrum of followers was to be expected, the endless paparazzi, gasps whenever strangers recognized us at a coffee shop or local drugstore.
Jenna acknowledged it, even if she didn't exactly love it.
"You have to understand, Rafe," she said quietly. "It's part of my job. I'm not a traditional model so I have to promote myself. I can't just wait for bookings to roll in."
I'd frowned. Of course I understood, but Jenna got more than enough work from my company alone, so it wasn't entirely necessary to pimp herself out. Still, fame is fleeting these days and you've got to make the most of your fifteen minutes.
But I was still waiting for her to reveal her ignominious start in the industry, the nudie pix with her legs spread, nipples bouncing, cunny on show for the world to see.
"Jenna," I said gently. "I understand that you're eager to make your mark, but photos never really go away. Is there something you want to tell me?" I'd quizzed.
A flush came over her cheeks, and she turned her face away, that perfect profile balanced and trembling slightly.
"Umm … " she murmured. The blonde was a smart girl, she probably knew what I was getting at already. "Well … "
"You know you can tell me anything," I said reassuringly, reaching my hand to cover hers. I fully expected to hear her fess up, to hear her tell about her struggles with money, how she took the pictures because she was young and dumb and didn't know better.
But instead, Jenna detoured.
"Well, you know I used to be engaged … to my sister's husband," she flushed darkly.
I did know this, but fine, I could listen.
"Tell me more," I commanded.
Jenna sighed heavily. "Well, I used to be different than how I am now," she began slowly. "More … mercenary, I guess," she said shamefaced, letting her hair cover her cheek.