I have to hand it to Darcy. He literally always knows how to catch me off guard. He’s always three steps ahead of me.

He knows what I react to, what I don’t react to, how to really fucking piss me off, and apparently, how to make me fall in love with him so hard and so fast that I don’t know how I could spend the rest of my life without him constantly in my ear and on my mind.

Yep. Mr. Big hit it big, and I just agreed to marry him. Holy shit.

I just got engaged to Will Darcy. Holy fucking shit. Is this real life?

I feel like I’m supposed to pinch myself or click my heels three times and wake back up in Kansas. Every facet of our relationship, or whatever the hell it’s been up until now, has seemed like an elongated fantasy. Where do you find a guy like Darcy?

I don’t even know how to follow a timeline here. Everything seems like it happened yesterday, and at the same time, it seems like I’ve felt this way about him for decades, lifetimes even. As my head tries to get a grip on the rest of me, Darcy stands quietly in front of me, his soon-to-be blushing bride.

“Soooo,” Darcy says, “you don’t want a white dress, do you?” He smiles at me with those gorgeous pearly white teeth. This man is just testing every emotion I have today.

“You fucker,” I reply snidely. I smile at him and laugh. He takes my waist around his arms and pulls me tight against him.

His embrace is comforting and firm, and as always, I feel safe. I don’t want to let him go. I run my hands up and down his body—his perfect, toned, strong body.

As my hands caress him, Darcy rubs my back and my waist. His touch has always been enough to make me shake, and he makes my heart race. Every stroke against my skin is suspenseful.

I never know what to expect next from him. I really love that he keeps me on my toes, always on the verge of something exciting—or better yet, something sexy.

My hands find the front of his pants and my thumb latches to the inside of his seam, tugging at them. I unfasten the button and lower his zipper slowly and sensually, giving him my best bedroom eyes and doing my best to set the mood.

“Shit, Lizzie. You’re so fucking hot,” blurts Darcy. He’s got me locked in his gaze as I’m at his feet and that damn hand of his is at the back of my head. When he holds me in place, ready to force my throat onto his cock...it’s just about my favorite feeling in the entire world.

I love being Darcy’s slut. I have ever since the first time I slobbered on his cock in this very room.

Darcy shifts his hips around in front of me, growing impatient with my seduction tactics. It’s actually impossible to tease him as much as he teases me. I bend to him every time.

As he wiggles his hips, his cock escapes from the front hole in his boxers and waits eagerly at attention right in my face.

I grip the base of his cock and slowly stroke my way up to the tip and back down. Feeling his cock in my hand sends a shock of excitement through my body, and I’m already buzzed on his intoxicating scent.

Darcy places his hands on his hips and lifts his head toward the ceiling. He takes in a deep breath, and as he exhales, he lets out a soft moan at my touch. As I stroke his man meat, I watch his entire body as it flexes in different places as I twist or change the tightness.

I love making him squirm.

I bring my mouth to the head of his cock. I place my lips on it and kiss playfully, still with my grip on the shaft of his cock. I hear him gasp as I swirl my tongue around his cock head and wrap my lips around him, teasing his frenulum with my tongue before plunging him further into my mouth.

“Fuck, Lizzie, that fucking mouth. Mmmm, babe, don’t stop doing that,” Darcy exclaims as I bob my head against his throbbing man meat.

My hand meets the edge of my lips, and I stroke and suck him at the same time, creating multiple stimuli for him and making him twitch at each full motion of my hand–mouth combo.

I spit out his cock and move my hand from his shaft down to his balls and massage them playfully and happily as I lap at his cock with my tongue. I lick up and down the entire length. I coat all twelve inches of that motherfucker with my saliva and shove it back into my mouth, sucking hard.

I push his cock against my throat and swallow it as far down as it goes, my lips now pressed against the rest of his body.

I pull my head back and forth, guiding his cock in and out of my throat, my tongue gliding along his cock all the way. I rotate my head slightly, just to add to the fun. He shudders, and I feel his cock twitching in my throat.

I moan as loud as I can, sending vibrations against his cock trapped in my windpipe.

He puts his hand on my head and holds my skull in place and starts thrusting onto my face. I push back against his hand in a playful struggle for control over each other—a game we’re both now well familiar with.

As my throat is held open by his massive cock, my mouth tightens on the base of him, and he throbs hard and shoots his precum right down my throat. I swallow against it reflexively and feel him twitch hard against my throat.

“Oh my god, Lizzie. Son of a bitch,” Darcy moans. “Keep doing that.”

I find a way to bob my head, sucking his cock and swallowing against his thick shaft at the same time. He can’t resist the urge to just hold me in place with his hands and fuck the ever loving shit out of my face.

I relax myself and just take his cock coming at me with as much force as ever. I feel him throb and pulse hard in my mouth and throat, and I can feel the impending explosion building up in him.

“Fuck, Lizzie, I’m coming!” screams Darcy. I pull my head away, and he takes his cock in his hand and strokes it hard. I press my tits together and push them up and out, inviting him to come all over them.

As cum shoots from the head of his swollen cock, it flies upward onto my face. I feel it land on my forehead and on my cheeks, and I gasp and open my mouth in a wide, approving grin. Some land right on my tongue as it continues to expel from his cock.

A second accretion of cum explodes from his cock and travels directly onto my tits. As it ejects, cum from my cheeks rolls down and meets the cum on my chest, and it all continues to roll down my body, making my clothes wet.

It’s all over my scarf and my cleavage. It’s in my bra, and I can even feel it dripping down my torso and against my belly button.

I feel like such a dirty little slut with his cum just staining all of my attire, and it’s still rolling down my skin and pooling at my curvature. I want nothing more than to be used to please his monstrous cock.

I look up at Darcy. He’s sizing me up, his eyes traveling every inch of my body and paying extra mind to my glistening skin and sopping-wet clothing. If only he knew how wet I was right now.

My panties are as drenched as my shirt, and the only thing hiding them from plain sight is a miniskirt.

With his eyes on me, I’m overcome with a desire for more of his cum. I want to swish his load around in my mouth. I want to swallow him and admire the taste of such a sexy, delectable man.

I push my tits up together, and a good pool of cum forms in my cleavage.

I take a finger and scoop it up and quickly lick it and push my finger into my mouth. I suck every bit of it off my index finger, and I am instantly drunk from his taste. I take my middle finger, scoop another glob, and suck that off as well.

The sight of me taking as much of his cum into my mouth to savor has definitely pleased Darcy. I’ve impressed him yet again. Darcy brings himself to his knees and leans in and kisses my forehead in a light, loving kiss.

I smirk, and I feel my entire body grow warm and fuzzy. I’m horny in such a capacity that I’m incapable of speaking. I just want him to take over me—anything he wants, I’ll do it.

No questions asked, no holds barred.

Darcy traces his fingers up and down my legs in a teasing manner. I don’t have the availability to tell him to just take me and fuck me stupid, so I lay back and bask in the lovely sensation of his fingertips grazing against my sensitive inner thighs.

He feels the heat radiating from my pussy and puts his entire hand over my mound. His fingertips meet where my panties are most soaked, right at the entrance of my cunt. His hand moves up and down my pussy lips gently, creating some friction against my panties.

I thrust my hips up in rhythm with his hand, and we both work at my clit, now throbbing with excitement.

Darcy pushes my legs aside and plants his face between my thighs. His nose rubs against my clit, still through my underwear. He’s taking in my sweet aroma...teasing me as much as he can before going in for the real show.

I feel a new wetness as his tongue traces my pussy lips through my panties. I hump against his tongue, expressing my eagerness.

He pulls my panties down and guides me out of them, my legs very briefly brought together to help myself out of them before being shoved back apart. Darcy slides his hands under me and grips my hips with his forearms resting under my ass. He has his face held in a perfect position for me to grind my pussy against his mouth.

His tongue is slow and precise at first, just constantly tantalizing me. I lay back, relaxed, I and allow him to do as he pleases. His tongue circles my clit before he presses his lips down over it and sucks at it.

I moan and throw my hips up at his face involuntarily, slightly jarred by the immediate shift in intensity.

His hands press into my hips hard as they shove my cunt against his face, almost to put them back in their place and let him dominate me. I’m driven mad with his initiative and need for control.

I want it though. I want to submit to him every way I can. His rewards are just so spectacular that I can’t help myself.

Darcy starts moving his face up and down my pussy lips, lapping skillfully and playfully at the same time. I raise my hips, inviting his tongue inside my pussy.

He takes the bait and shoves his tongue deep inside my cunt, wiggling it around the hole. I moan deep and throw my head side to side as he pleases me.

He starts bobbing his head against my cunt, forcing his nose against my clit and pushing his tongue in and out of me. My clit is swollen and throbbing, and my cunt is burning with desire for his touch.

As he tongue fucks me, I grab his hair with my hand and grind my pussy hard against his mouth. He grips my hips tight, this time not to force his control over me but to accept my force as well.

This must be why I’m so special to him. I’m a challenge. I’m just as addictive to him as he is to me.

He fights with himself to keep control, but he wants to give in too. I’m so riled up by the mental games we’re playing as we’re teasing each other that I’m aching to come.

Darcy moves his hands from my hips and brings his lips back to my clit. He slides two fingers into my pussy and presses them against my G-spot, massaging it as he makes out with my love button.

As he pumps his hand against my cunt, I rock my hips back on him and roll them around against his fingers. I’m on the verge of exploding like fireworks and coming all over his face and fingers.

I take my own hands and start massaging my still cum-covered tits, groping them hard to match the intense fingering of my cunt.

The line of the roman candle is lit, and I roll my hips up as it sets off. Jolts of pleasure travel throughout my body like sparks of gunpowder igniting in spurts. Sure enough, an explosion of pleasure ensues, and I’m enraptured in my own orgasm.

My mind is blank, and my vision is a blur as my cum gushes out of my pussy and onto Darcy’s fingers and his chin.

Darcy pulls his fingers out of me and offers them to me, holding them to my face. What am I supposed to do? I wouldn’t turn it down for the world.

I happily lap my cum from Darcy’s strong, fat fingers, and as he pulls them out, I sit up and catch my breath.

I glance up and down at Darcy and am reminded of his spectacular cock as I stare at it at full attention yet again. Goddamn, that fucking thing is huge. I want it inside of me.

I stand up and straighten my clothing and tousle my hair gently. Floor sex gives you the most stubborn tangles, but I do what I can to tame it before it’s too cumbersome.

Darcy follows suit and is on his feet just moments after me. He holds me from behind and breathes onto my neck and pecks his lips, starting at my jawbone and ending at my shoulder.

His hands cup my tits. They’re such a perfect size and shape for his large hands—just enough for him to hold and for them to spill over slightly. He massages them and pushes his cock against my leg.

I place my hands over his and drag them down my curvy waist and onto my hips. I let go and run my hand up behind me and bring my face close to his, my head tilted up.

I breathe in his cologne, and my fingers rest on the back of his neck. I poke my ass out and brush against his lower abs and cock, swaying back and forth sensually.

I bring my hand back down and stretch my torso and bring my hands all the way down to my ankles. I adjust my feet so they’re about shoulder width apart, and I wiggle my now fully exposed pussy at him, insinuating what I desire to happen without uttering a single word.

Darcy holds his cock in his hand as he positions himself against me. I feel him push it against my pussy. He puts his other hand on the edge of my spine as he guides his cock inside my cunt.

He moves his hands back to my hips and thrusts in and out a few times before finally sinking the entire thing into me.

My cunt has twelve inches of thick cock buried deep inside of it. I am amazed every single time he fucks me because it just slides in so perfectly. This guy has a talent of making it fit like none other.

I quiver with pleasure as his perfect hips slam against my ass, his cock so deep inside my pussy.

“Holy fuck, Darcy!” I can’t help but shout. “Fuck me. Please fuck me as hard as you fucking can. I love being full with your cock. Just take me and make me your fucking slut.”

Darcy doesn’t skip a fucking beat. Without hesitation, he rams his cock into me and pumps in and out so fast I can feel the friction forcing our skin to be warm on each other.

As his cock thrusts into my pussy, I can feel it pulse and throb, stretching my hole just slightly. The more it happens, the more slutty I feel. I love having my cunt pushed to the limit, and I love him experimenting with me, testing my every boundary.

My hands are gripped tight around my ankles, and I’m squeezing so hard I’m afraid I’ll rupture my own fucking Achilles tendon. My thighs and calves tense and relax with each thrust, causing the muscles to burn in the best way possible while getting plowed with a massive cock.

I moan in short, expressive sounds. I sound kind of like I’m on a rocket about to be launched into space. This man is fucking me so hard I don’t know what to even do with myself other than sit like a good little slut and take it for as long as I can before I squirt all over him.

Just then, Darcy slows himself. Still buried in my pussy, he leans his torso over my back and pulls me up by my hair. I release my ankles from my grasp, some blood flow returns to my feet, and I feel tingling up through both of my legs.

“Do you trust me?” asks Darcy. His question catches me off guard, but I’m quick to reply with certainty.

“Absolutely,” I assure him.

“Good.”

Darcy hugs me around my waist and kisses the back of my neck. As he pulls himself back upright, he tugs at the scarf around my neck from behind. I feel a slight head rush and start coughing.

“Darcy,” his name barely escapes my throat.

“Lizzie, trust me. Not another word,” he practically barks.

I do trust him. I would bet my life on him never trying to harm me. But I would be wrong if I said I wasn’t still nervous somewhere in my being.

I shake it off as much as I can and go with his plan. I breathe, and I let go.

Darcy thrusts hard into my aching cunt. He gives the scarf a good tug as it’s pressed against my neck.

Ooooh. What an exhilarating sensation. I’m beginning to see what he’s getting at here.

He pushes my back down some, forcing my upper body to hang against the scarf he has leveraged up at chest level.

It’s not a hard-enough pressure that I can’t breathe at all—it’s just enough to limit my oxygen levels, making me go a little loopy as we fuck. As I float in this euphoric cloud, I’m taking all twelve inches of his cock in stride.

Because of the scarf, each thrust is heightened. I’m on the verge of coming all over his cock.

His grip tightens on the scarf, and it absolutely sends me over the edge. I gyrate my hips and flex them forward as I feel an incredible tingling feeling throughout my body, starting at the top of my head and traveling all the way through to my toes. Suddenly, my cunt is brimming with my own cum before I relax my pussy’s muscles and spew it all over Darcy’s thick cock.

I moan out in ecstasy and weep at his beautiful girth as it exits my cunt.

Darcy let’s go of the scarf and holds me from behind. I huff and puff and pant, trying to bring my breathing back to normal. Darcy is a beautiful dominant man. He comforts me and reassures me everything is as it should be every time he plays with my limits.

After some gentle nuzzling and kissing, I’m calm. I’m actually better than calm. I want more.

Of course I want more. I’m his little slut. I want him to take everything I am and turn it into some form of pleasure.

He’s a drug, and I’m an addict.

“That was spectacular, Darcy,” I comment. “Thank you, sir.” I nod to him.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he responds. “I knew you would.” His tone is just a little bit snarky; he’s poking fun at my initial hesitation.

“You know just what I want and when I want it. What can I say but I’m never left unsatisfied?” I say.

“Then I know exactly what you’re going to do. Get on all fours,” orders Darcy.

I drop to my knees so quickly I’m not sure if he’s even finished his sentence at first. Once I’m at the floor, I stabilize myself with both hands in front of me, about shoulder width apart. My legs are pressed together, and my ass is sticking out from under my skirt, which I’m somehow still wearing.

I guess when it’s hot enough, you just don’t care if there are clothes involved or not. I already am going to have to get my shirt dry-cleaned. I might as well toss in the whole outfit from today.

Darcy brings himself to his knees again. He’s standing behind me, with a full view of my bare ass and my pussy lips peeking through. Darcy rubs my butt cheeks, admiring the plumpness of my ass.

After caressing for a few moments, he brings his hand back and strikes his hand forward firmly against my right butt cheek.

I gasp and jut forward, surprised. I bite my lip and wiggle my ass at him, beckoning him to do it again. He obliges and smacks my left butt cheek with a thwap.

He does it a third time, right across both cheeks and even smacking my pussy some. I writhe and lower my head down, my chin greeted by my tits. I clench my fist and moan, wiggling my ass at him even more.

Darcy takes his hands and caresses my ass again, this time with red markings from his bare-bottomed spanking. He takes one butt cheek in each hand and spreads them apart, revealing my tight, puckered asshole. He rubs his thumb over it, and I feel it spasm against his touch.

Keeping the cheeks apart, he immerses his face into the crevice of my ass and starts passionately tonguing at my hole. I moan in approval and dig my fingernails into the carpet beneath me.

“Mmmm, Darcy, you make me feel so dirty.”

He releases my butt cheeks from his grasp and wraps his arms around my legs tightly, keeping my asshole pressed hard against his tongue. He thrusts it deep inside me and pushes it in and out, getting it all slick.

I could sit here all day and let him lick my asshole, but I know for a fact that I want this man’s cum to coat me again. I need him to shove that meat into my asshole while it’s primed and ready to go.

“Darcy! Darcy! Fuck me in my tight little ass. Your little slut wants it so badly!” I shout at him.

“For someone that was once so hesitant to let me fuck their little sluthole, you sure are eager for me to jam my cock into it,” Darcy remarks before lining his cock up against my pucker. He spits onto his cock and pumps his hand, rubbing the spit in for good measure.

Darcy pushes the head of his cock into my ass. Just the tip. Then he stops and waits.

My cunt throbs from that alone. He caresses my back, tracing his hands up and down and lands them firmly on my hips. I start pushing back against his cock, easing it into my ass.

My movements are small and minimal at first, but soon they grow to be full-on thrusts against his hard, massive cock. I cry out in pleasure as I push onto him and feel my ass against his hip bones. He’s inside me as far as it goes, and I am fucking ecstatic.

Darcy starts pounding into me, his balls slamming against my cunt and tickling my clit as his cock jams in and out of my tight ass. At this point, I’m full-on grunting at each pump into me.

I’m sucked into a submissive state, and I throw my arms behind me and grab my own ass, allowing him to push even deeper into me and stretching my hole open.

He thrusts hard against my ass and I spasm. He takes my forearms and grips them tight as he humps me, creating a different leverage point and tilting his cock in a different position, unlocking a whole new sensation I haven’t felt before. I moan in long, intense intervals just overwhelmed with all of the pleasure I’m experiencing under Darcy’s fantastic cock.

I feel myself pushed into a trance, and I release hard in an orgasm. As I scream out to Darcy that I’m coming, his cock throbs hard inside me, and I feel my ass engorge with his cum. The extreme pressure of my full ass pushes his cock out of me, and I quickly turn myself over and allow him to come all over my torso and my chest.

I fucking love having his hot, creamy cum coating my perky bosom. As his cum leaks from my ass, it also covers my chest and my collarbone.

I bring my hand down to my ass and scoop up what’s escaped my hole and lay it onto my chest before rubbing it all onto my skin. The warm, slick liquid is so comforting. I grab my tits hard and pinch my nipples, feeling my fingers slide right off them from the slippery coating.

Darcy brings himself to the floor with me. He lies on his side and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. He nestles his body onto mine, and I wiggle into his shape.

We lay together, enjoying the aftermath of our reunion.

“Definitely not a white dress for you,” Darcy confirms.

I shake my head violently and smirk, trying my best not to give in to his stupid comments. He kisses my neck softly, and I lean my head away, letting him do as he pleases.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I’ve never been more happy and more satisfied in my life. Darcy is my nirvana.

As we cuddle on the floor of the cam room, we find each other’s breathing rhythm, and soon our lungs are expanding and collapsing as one.

We’re not fatigued, we’re blissful—enveloped in a serenity I’ve never experienced before. Quietly, and simultaneously, we start nodding off.

Before I’m fully out, I hear Darcy whisper into my ear, “I love you, Lizzie.”

He kisses the back of my neck. I squeeze his arms and relax and drift off to sleep, blanketed by my perfect Mr. Big.