“How about…now?”

I boldly close my hand around his cock under the water. God, it’s huge. A burning steel rod in my hand.

“You sure your sweet virgin pussy can handle that?”

His crude words don’t shock me anymore. After making love with him last night, hearing it all as he gave me pleasure and as he took pleasure from me, I crave it. Those dirty words. And it’s contagious.

“You really get off on that, huh?”

“What?”

“My virginity.”

He gives me this utterly masculine smirk and rises from the tub with me in his arms. I don’t worry that he’d accidentally slip and drop me. He’s so big and strong I feel like a delicate flower in his arms, in his very presence. He’s just so overwhelmingly male. Yeah, like those heroes in those romance books, indeed.

He sets me on my feet and grabs a towel. He dries us both. He lingers on my body, running the towel over my breasts gently, tantalizingly. He rubs it over my nipples.

I moan.

“You’re so sensitive.” He drags the towel down, between my legs and he rubs it there gently, too.

“I think this towel is getting wet for a different reason now,” he murmurs.

I hold his cock again, squeezing it, feeling its power surge in my hand. He inhales sharply. I smirk back. ”I think this cock is getting wet again, too.”

“Jesus, Leigh…”

I swipe my thumb over the head, and his eyes dilate with what I know now as arousal. I loved watching his face when he was inside me, moving in and out of me. The pleasure I saw in his eyes radiated through me. I felt so powerful that I could give him such bliss. I’m curious to see his face when his cock is in my mouth.

My goodness, my wicked thoughts!

“You know too much about cocks for a virgin.”

“Internet age, my lord,” I attempt a British twang.

He chuckles. “And what has my curious lady found on the web?”

“Hmmm…”

I slowly kneel in front of him.

I stare at his cock in my hand.

His balls are heavy but soft-looking, and yet the shaft protruding from it is intimidating in its hardness and girth. The veins cross-crossing around it only add to its raw beauty.

It looks scary. In a really fascinating, arousing way. I wonder how it fit inside me, but it somehow did. And it didn’t hurt as much as it should have, but then my lover knew what he was doing. It was a bit painful at the initial entry but after that, when he started touching my clit and sucking on my nipples as his cock moved in and out of me, and with all those dirty words he was murmuring as he did all that, I forgot the pain as fire burned in my core for release. I want that again, with this big, bad cock inside me.

“I wanna know what’s going on in that cum laude brain of yours.”

I look up at him. “You look worried, my lord.”

“Who knows what an economist is thinking? Maybe slashing down budgets and stuff, and I really don’t like her looking at my overbloated budget with that in mind.”

I laugh out loud. “Oooh, that’s a good one.”

He grins and combs my hair away from my face with his fingers. “Are you gonna just stare at it?”

“This thing is quite… fascinating.”

“I know, but I’d rather your lips do the fascinating action.”

I grin up at him. Holding his stare, I slowly lick the crown. He hisses a breath.

“Good?”

“Uh-huh.” His breathing has escalated, his hard abs clenching.

I rain kisses on his shaft, from top to the base, licking it at the same time, wetting it with my saliva. Up and down, until it’s so slick and shiny.

His low moans fill my ears, urging me to do more. I lick his balls. They are soft in my mouth and so vulnerable. I suck the sacs with care, slowly and gently.

“Jesus, Leigh!” His hands are gripping my hair now, and I feel the pressure on my scalp.

I love the sound of his voice like this. Like his joy depends on me alone. Like I’m the only woman who can give him the best head. It might not be true as I have no first-hand experience doing this before, but I trust his voice to tell me I’m doing it right, and I must be because he’s panting now, his legs clenching, his cock, even harder.

I glide my palms up and down the shaft, loving the silky feel of his supple skin as it moves with my strokes. “Tell me what you want, my lord.”

“Suck me, baby. Suck my fucking cock in your sweet mouth.”

I feel my pussy clench and gush with my own desire.

I take him into my mouth.

He groans long and loud as I push down, taking almost half of him. I can’t take all of him at once, but I try to take as much as I can without choking. I release him with a pop then take him in again, learning the rhythm. He tastes so good. Salty-sweet. Addicting! I can suck him forever.

“Baby…that’s good…so good…”

I release his cock. “Fuck my mouth like you want to,” I boldly say.

He grabs my jaw and feeds me with his cock. I open my mouth as wide as I can, accommodating more of him.

He pushes in and out in shallow thrusts, going deeper and deeper. Until I can’t breathe and I look up at him in panic.

He pulls out and helps me up from the floor.

“You’re a bad, bad girl,” he utters and captures my lips.

His palm cups my mound. His fingers press inward finding my wetness. “Jesus, you’re soaked, baby.”

He moves his fingers in longs swipes, sawing at my wet folds. Then he’s circling my clit as he fucks my mouth with his tongue. I hold on to his shoulders, my limbs limp like molasses.

He guides me to lie on the divan, opening my legs wide. “Hold them up,“ he tells me, and I hook my hands behind my knees, holding my legs wide apart. At this point, I’ve lost all my modesty with him. I want it all.

He opens the petals of my pussy.

“This virgin pussy is mine. Nobody touches this but me.”

His possessive declaration has me gushing more juices, and he sees it.

“Your pussy is so ready for my cock.”

“Bron, please…” I whine.

His thumbs push the hood up, revealing my engorged clit. “Such a beautiful little gem. Mine. Mine alone.”

He sure likes to look at me exposed like this. No shame. Helpless with need.

Then he eats me. I watch, holding my breath, mouth open as his tongue lashes over my clit with such controlled skill. He’s looking at my face, watching me unravel before his eyes. He’s voracious, smearing my juices all over his lower face that he’d probably know my pussy more than I do after this. I make noises that I’d be embarrassed to acknowledge later, but I can’t help it. It’s so good. Too good. My eyes roll up as my orgasm looms like a tidal wave about to crash over me.

“Bron, don’t stop! Don’t ever ever stop!”

But he does. I cry out in protest. I’m so close!

“I want you to come around my cock.”

Oh God, I want that, too!

He switches our position. I’m now straddling him on the divan. He lies back on the pillows, holding me in place on his lap.

“Take that cock inside you, goddess. Use it. Ride me.”

His passion for me is a thick dagger of pleasure rising between us. I grip it and lift my hips, guiding him to my entrance.

I watch her rub my cock head against her pink slit. It comes out wet with her juices, and I can’t wait to soak every inch of my length in that. I’m so fucking hard I could crack granite. I wonder if sex will always be like this with her, like my next breath depends on her sweet pussy taking my cock in. I’m fucking desperate for it.

I cup her full breasts in my palms, squeezing, pinching her nipples. “Take me inside, my sweet goddess. Bathe my cock in your cream.”

She smiles down at me like a siren and lowers herself on my cock. I hold my breath as I start to breach her small opening. I feel her yielding to me. So hot and tight.

She winces and pauses, biting her lower lip.

I’m immediately concerned, even if I’m going crazy with wanting her. I want her to enjoy sex with me minus the pain. I vow to make it so good for her every time. “Slowly…just slowly, baby. You can take me.”

The head pops in, and she breathes out.

I pet her breasts, kneading and licking the tips, then sucking on them. She has the perfect rack. Just fucking perfect.

I feel her relax and take more inches of me. I don’t stop sucking her tits until she’s almost seated to the hilt on my cock.

“You’re all in,” she says, as if in wonder.

I smooth her hair from her face. “You okay?”

She nods and smiles, clenching around me. Jesus. I can’t get enough of her tightness. It won’t take a lot to get me off in this state.

My hands bracket her hips. “Ride me.”

She’s an eager pupil. Her hands come up to rest on my shoulders. Her hips rise slowly, releasing my cock almost to the tip and then slowly descending on it. The sensations are incredible.

“Oh Bron, you’re so big…and harrrd…” she sighs, her eyes awash with passion and wonder as she slowly tests how deeply she can take me.

Most men take extra pride in having a big one, but I’m long past the phase where my cock is a major source of my self-confidence. But damn, I feel like fucking Superman when she says I’m big. “It’s all yours, Leigh. All yours.”

I support her hips as she learns her rhythm.

She moans, going deeper and deeper as she descends, until I can feel her pussy lips touch the base of my cock. I grit my teeth at the incredible pleasure building up in my loins, ready to launch.

I play with her clit and she goes crazy, riding me harder, grinding her hips. By the look on her face, she’s discovered the perfect angle to rub her G-spot on my shaft.

I follow her lead, pumping back in that angle she likes, and she goes wilder, crying out loud, sobbing incoherently. I know she’s near and I’m fucking almost over the edge myself.

She’s magnificent as she takes all of me, her breasts bouncing in front of my face, grazing my lips, her pussy mastering my cock. My balls burn with my cum about to erupt.

“Baby…God!”

I kiss her hard, her taste going to my head, my fingers pinching her clit.

She goes off immediately, screeching in her ecstasy against my lips. Her pussy shudders hard around my cock, and I enjoy her orgasm for a few seconds before gunning for my own peak.

I plunder her depths, going as far as I can inside her. I want to deliver my seed right at the mouth of her womb.

It’s a short distance to heaven from where I’m at.

I let go.

I shoot into her, long and hard, giving her all I’ve got.