For once, his ocean blue eyes are not so crystal-clear.

They're deep, the color of a stormy gray sky as he sprays his cum all over me.

I couldn't have asked for a better experience with Braden's cock than this. I've been imagining what it would be like for years, and now me and his cock have a personal relationship.

I gave him the best blowjob possible, and I can tell he was loving every minute of it. Though his impassioned eyes tell me that he's ready for more.

The fact that Braden can get hard again so fast doesn’t surprise me in the least. He's a man with many talents.

His cock is like an aphrodisiac that gets me horny for more. I'm incredibly fond of it already and we've only just met.

Now that I see how enormous it actually is, I'm even more enamored with Braden. You may call me lovesick, passionate, or tender for him, but I'm really just infatuated with his massive cock.

I know there's a man behind the shaft, but right now, I'm focused only on that shaft being inside of me.

He offers his hand to help me up. I step out of my dress and now I'm only wearing my heels. His cum is all over my body and it's a feeling I really fucking like.

He hoists me up into his arms so that my legs are around his waist. Then he pushes my back against the wall.

His cock is just inches away from entering me, and I can hardly believe my luck. Here I’ve been daydreaming about Braden for some time, and now it's about to happen...in the powder room at some restaurant.

Going down on him was quite an experience and having him do it to me was also life-changing, but nothing will equate to the ultimate experience of having him inside of me.

I put my arms around his neck and look into his eyes. There's a storm brewing there for sure. I'm not sure what his angle is on me. I'm not sure why I'm even doing this.

My brain simply can’t come up with rational reasons compelling enough to dissuade my body from pleasuring him and craving him.

I want to give into Braden, to the fantasy, but it may not be safe. If I let this moment go, if he enters me, then my work landscape will forever be changed.

I don't want to be just another woman to Braden. I want to be the woman for Braden. But I internally warn myself that setting such high hopes may leave me with nothing but disappointment.

At the same time, with the way he’s clenching my ass with his large hands and the way he has me imprisoned within his arms, his cock so close to my pussy that I tremble, I know there's not a chance I'm gonna say no.

I push my reservations away and vow to forget them for this one single night. I deserve some happiness. I deserve him.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks me, his tone exuding sensuality and seriousness.

We both know what this means. Once this happens, everything will change, and there’s no going back. Am I ready for that? I don't know. But I'm definitely ready to change the status quo.

I'm tired of dreaming of Braden. I want to experience him.

I nod my head yes and he's quick to push just the tip of his cock inside me.

I gasp. His girth is so enormous that even just the head of him is taking my breath away. I can only imagine how it will feel as he slides deeper inside me.

I clench my hands around his neck and dig my fingernails in. I try to prepare myself for what's about to come.

"You okay?" he asks.

I breathe in deeply.

"Yes."

With my admission, he slides in another few inches. My pussy's trying to spread, trying to quickly adapt to the enormity of his cock.

I try to lift myself up against the wall so that the positioning is better. It's surprising how huge he is at first, how he stretches me, but also so amazingly good.

Then he thrusts into me roughly, and I take in as much of him as I can.

We're silent, unmoving. His massive cock is inside of me and he just lets it rest there for a moment while I adjust.

I stare into his eyes, though I want to avoid them. He seems to know everything about me with just one look.

I know he wants more and that I'm about to receive it. He slides out then back in, and then it's happening. With every thrust, my back is slammed roughly into the wall.

I try desperately to position myself better, to take him in easier but it's just not possible. He's too fucking big.

I should've known Braden had a cock to match his personality. It supplies all his confidence. He's cocky on the race track and in life, and now I know why.

He enters me slowly at first, but it's a lot to take. I feel filled up in the best possible way, spread out beyond my limits.

He's trying to let me get used to how large he is, so he moves his thumb across my clit and circles it to stimulate me more. The feeling makes me get even wetter and his cock slides right inside.

He starts to fuck me harder while still fingering me and gazing into my eyes. Then he presses the most perfect kiss on my lips and I feel the orgasm rise from deep within.

My G-spot is throbbing, and my clit is aching. I’m desperate for my release. I'm gonna explode any second, I know it.

He pumps into me, and yet the rush of the crashing wave almost takes me over.

He's kissing me thoroughly and with authority like he knows how crazy his domination makes me. The exquisite pain and pleasure bring me to the edge of the cliff. I hang there for a while.

And then I fall.

"I'm coming, Braden. Fuck," I whisper.

I come around his cock, from within and from without, and I cry out into his mouth as sparks fly off behind my eyelids, my juices flowing from my clenching pussy to soak his cock.

He's pleased. It only took about a minute of him being inside of me for me to have one of the most earth-shattering orgasms of my life.

The world seems dim as all I can focus on is the feeling of Braden's cock still thrusting into me over and over again. He speeds up, and now that I've come, I’m so fucking wet, the sound of our bodies slapping together making everything even hotter.

Our lips are clenched together, neither of us wants to let up. He fucks me hard and he fucks me fast. My first orgasm rolls into another and then another.

Braden Masterson is making me come multiple times. Who he is and what he represents all but disappears. I'm only cognizant of the feeling of his lips and the feeling of his cock filling me in.

He fucks me against the wall for a long time, both of us savoring the moment. And then, at last, he speeds up and fucks me so hard, it's almost as if I'm not there. It's all for him.

He can't hold back any longer and I like the feeling of being his object. If that's wrong, I don't care. The sensation of Braden losing himself in me is right in my world.

He comes inside of me hard and fast. The hot liquid sprays into me and it feels so good. I come again—though I can't be completely sure because this whole experience has been one crazy long orgasm.

I'm shredded by this man in the best possible way. I can already tell I'm addicted to sex like this because I’ve never had it this good. Sex with him is just on a different level, and I can’t get enough.

He lets me down gently, and I sit on the bench. At my side, Braden takes long breaths, just riding the wave before wrapping his arm around me.

We both know what we just experienced was something unique. What we have is intense and special and unparalleled. He's harsh and rugged and fucking perfect for me.

I just wonder what it is that I am to him.