“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“Show me, Meghan, baby. Show me where you want me to make you feel good.”
I was so turned on it was like I couldn’t even think straight. It was like I was drunk, so intoxicated I felt like this was not quite reality.
“I want you to touch me everywhere.” I wasn’t exaggerating.
“Show me,” he said with more force, more dominance, and moved back another inch, giving me some room.
I lifted my hand, smoothed it down my belly, over my mound, and placed it right between my legs.
“Spread your pussy lips for me. Let me see how pink you are.”
My hands were shaking, my heart thundering behind my ribs.
We were both breathing so hard and had beads of sweat along our body.
This might be my first time, but I didn’t want to go slow. I didn’t want gentle. All I wanted was Brendan to be with me.
I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat. This was crazy, but in a good way.
“Pull them apart. Let me see, Meghan.”
I had no doubt he could see exactly how wet I was for him. And when I pulled the outer lips of my pussy apart, the groan that ripped from him went right through my entire body.
He reached out and ran his finger right through my center, and a gasp left me. A shiver took over, and I knew I wouldn’t last, that I could die right now and be the happiest woman on earth.
“Do you want me here, Meghan?”
“God, yes.” This felt so right.
The he made quick work of getting his jeans off, and what was revealed was a massively impressive cock. He came back toward me, now only inches from my body again.
With his fingers still running up and down my slit, he used his other hand to grab his huge cock. His flesh was smooth, toned, and the monster between his thighs was obviously above average.
He rubbed his palm up and down the huge shaft he sported, and I felt the heat and electricity coming from him. I felt my pulse beating wildly in my clit, and I wanted to beg him to skip all of this erotic torture and just fuck me already.
I wanted Brendan right now.
“I need you,” I finally managed to say, and the groan that came from him had this rush filling me. Lowering my gaze to what he was still doing to himself, I felt my heart jackknife in my chest at the sight of the clear fluid dotting the tip of his cock.
Then I found myself reaching out, pushing his hand away, and taking his huge dick in my hand. He grunted, his pleasure clear. He was hard and big, and my fingers couldn’t wrap fully around his girth. God, what would he feel like thrust deep in me? What would it feel like to be stretched to the max by Brendan?
Obviously, he would fit in me, but I couldn’t help thinking it would be a tight fit, one where he’d really have to work himself inside of me.
I started stroking him, up and down, steady and slow. He groaned again, the muscles in his neck standing out in stark relief.
“You keep this up and I’ll come before I’m even in you, baby.”
“Maybe that’s not a bad thing.”
He grunted after I spoke.
“Stroke me faster, add some pressure.” His voice was thick, his focus on me.
I curled my hand tighter around his cock and started rubbing my palm up and down his length.
“Fuck, I don’t want you to stop,” he said low and leaned forward to rest his hand by my head. His big body was bowed over me, his eyes locked with mine. “But if you don’t stop, I’ll lose it before this even starts.”
Before I could pick up my speed on jerking him off, Brendan had my hand off him and had his body resting fully on mine. We kissed for long seconds, and as much as I loved having his mouth on mine … I needed more.
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I was about to come right then, and I hadn’t even been inside of Meghan. I wanted this to last so fucking badly, wanted to get her off several times before I let myself go over, but fuck, I was having a hard time getting control.
I broke the kiss and stared down at her for long seconds. She was so fucking gorgeous, so sweet, so genuine, and she was all mine. The fact she hadn’t kneed me in the balls after I told her I’d watched her at school and scared off the pricks sniffing around her, made me feel good, like she liked that I’d looked after her. I admitted it was wrong, but I was too possessive and territorial of her to back off.
I adjusted my much larger frame over her, not wanting to crush her body. My cock decided to jerk at that moment, and the soft little sound she made was nearly my undoing.
“Are you ready?” I asked and moved my thumb over her bottom lip.
“I’ve been ready.”
I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. My entire body was so damn tense, my muscles straining under the skin. Did this woman know what she did to me, that I’d fall to my knees and worship her if that’s what she wanted? Did she know how much I really wanted her in my life, that I’d do anything to make sure she was happy with me?