His body was pressed to mine, his hardness to my softness. Before I knew what was happening he had me lifted in his arms, started moving forward, and then I felt the table in the kitchen stop us both. He set me on top of it, used his body to spread my legs wider, and then tangled his hands in my hair, holding me to him, making me kiss him fiercely.

I felt myself growing hotter, my pussy becoming wetter, and my nipples hardening, wanting—needing—his mouth.

And as I sat there and watched him remove his clothing, all I could think was how I wanted his big, nude, muscular body pressed back against mine. He had a swatch of hair covering his pectoral muscles, a thin trail starting below his navel and going right down to the massive erection he sported.

God, he was huge. My pussy clenched at the thought of trying to take all of him. Although I’d had one sexual encounter before I met Megs or Tex, that one experience had left a hell of a lot to be desired. We’d been inexperienced teenagers fumbling around. But since I first saw Tex, even if I was far too young for him at that time, I knew he was the only one I wanted. He was the man I compared all others to.

He gripped himself and stroked that massive cock from root to tip, all the while staring at me. “This fucker right here,” he said, referring to his erection, “wants to be inside of you bad, Calissa.”

My mouth dried.

“Turn around. Let me see your ass.”

My pulse jumped. I did as I was told and looked over my shoulder to see him stepping forward, his focus on my ass, his hand still on his cock. The stinging slap of his hand on my ass cheek had me gasping. The pain and pleasure coalesced into one.

“Fuck. Watching you turns me the fuck on.” He smoothed his hands over my spine, rubbing his palm up and down the length before finally settling on the curve of my bottom. “Your ass was made for me.”

Yes.

He gave my cheek another spank and heat filled me, the blood rushing to the surface.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” I stared at him over my shoulder.

“I want to hear you say it because it makes me harder.”

I spread my legs so he could see how wet I was for him. “Can’t you see how much I want your dick?” I was being obscene right now, but I knew he liked that.

He growled low. “I’m not going to try and control myself.” He was breathing hard.

“Good. I don’t want gentle.”

“I’m not going to go slow, Calissa.”

“What are you waiting for?”

He groaned. “You’re playing with fire talking to me like that, taunting me.”

I was. I knew it.

He didn’t waste any time as he grabbed my ass and popped it out. Tex palmed the globes, squeezing my flesh almost painfully. He molded his hands along the curves of my ass. “No protection. Not for what I have planned.”

“Go raw.” Because I wanted exactly what he did.

He parted my ass cheeks, slid his fingers between my thighs, and a gasp left me at the sensation of his thick fingers sliding through my soaked slit.

“You’re so wet for me, soaking my hand in your cream.” He kept moving his fingers through me. “Fucking primed for me, baby.”

When he removed his fingers, I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long for what was next. I felt the tip of his dick pressed at my entrance. I curled my hands around the edge of the table.

In one swift move he buried all of his monstrous inches inside of me. I felt my eyes widen and I sucked in a breath. I was stretched fully, filled completely. I looked over my shoulder at him. Every muscle I could see on him was taut, and his face was strained. He tightened his hands on me. That’s exactly what I wanted.

I felt his hands tighten painfully on my waist just then, and knew I’d get exactly what I wanted. Tex started fucking me then. He pulled out so just the tip was lodged in my pussy, then shoved deep in me, so hard, so fast I felt the air leave me. My inner muscles clenched, as if my pussy knew getting him off would have his cum filling me … something we both needed.

“You feel so fucking tight.” He groaned.

All I could do was hold on as Tex fucked the hell out of me.

In the next moment, he had me turned around again, lifted me up, and had my ass on the table. He gently pushed me back, kept my legs spread with his body, and with a powerful push, he shoved back into me. He stared down at where we were connected.

“Your cunt is nice and red, glossy because you’re ready for me.” He fucked me in and out, slow and steady, never once taking his gaze off mine. His motions became frenzied, more erratic.

All I could do was hold on and let Tex fuck me … breed me.

God, just thinking that turned me on.

“You like having my big cock between your thighs?”

“You know I do, Tex.” He slammed inside of me and I gasped, my body pushed up.

I didn’t want this to end, but I couldn’t stop the pleasure from rising. I reached up, grabbed on to his forearms, and dug my nails into his flesh.

And then it hit me.

“I’m going to come, Tex.” I felt my eyes widen and held on even tighter to him as I reached that peak.

He didn’t say anything, but he did slow his thrusting, which in turn dimmed my need. I was about to come, needed to. He leaned forward and licked a path between my breasts, groaning as he did it. And all the while he continued to work his dick in and out of me.

“Get off for me. Come, Calissa.”

And I did. Right then.

Tossing my head back and closing my eyes, I came for him.

“Fuck,” he grunted out. Tex pulled back, and started slamming his dick into me then. In and out. In and out. Over and over again.

I came so hard it seemed to last forever. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.

“Christ, you’re so fucking wet. You’ve soaked my dick in your pussy cream.”

He pulled out slightly and then slammed back into me hard enough to hit something deep in my body. I was pushed up slightly, the scraping along my back burning but feeling so damn good. He slowed his thrusting when my pleasure started to come down. Before I knew what was happening, or could protest that he wasn’t fucking me any longer, Tex had me in his arms and was striding out of the kitchen and to the bedroom.

Once in the room he had me on the floor, my toes instantly curling into the carpet. Tex got on the bed, laid down on his back, his dick thick, hard, and pointing straight up. He reached down and gripped himself at the base, the tip of his dick dotted with pre-cum.

“Come here, baby.”

I took a step toward him.

“Put my cock in that hot, sweet little pussy of yours. Ride me like you’re hungry for my cum, like you need it to survive.”

The air left me violently.

But once I was in front of him I didn’t sit on his cock, didn’t take it deep in my body. Instead, I gripped his huge dick in my hand and stroked all those inches from root to tip. I thought about sucking him into my mouth, wanted to even. My mouth watered for a taste.

“I need inside of your cunt, baby. I need to feel you clenching around me.”

I exhaled and knew that’s what I needed, too. I could suck his dick later. Right now I needed him in me.

I rose up, placed the tip of his erection at my pussy hole, and lowered myself down on him. Hard. He cursed something fierce.

“Ride me, Calissa.” His tone was fierce, intense. “I want you to milk me.” He gripped my waist, digging his fingertips into my hips, leaving marks, no doubt. “Use me.”

I moaned, my pussy contracting along his cock as my pleasure increased. I moaned louder. He started thrusting into me as I ground myself on him.

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Squeeze that pussy on my dick.”

Placing my hands on his pectoral muscles, I did what he wanted, clenching my pussy on him over and over again. The sound of his teeth clashing together was loud in the room, echoing off the walls. He was breathing hard, his wide chest moving up and down, his restraint slipping.

“Say you want my baby inside of you,” he said and I knew I wanted that, too.

“Yes,” I moaned and started rocking back and forth on him, really fucking my pussy on his cock. “Put your baby inside of me.”

“Christ, Calissa.”

His voice was rough, his hold fierce.

“No, watch me. I want you to watch as my cock tunnels into you, stretches this tight little cunt. I want your pussy to be sore tomorrow, so fucking sensitive that when you sit down you’ll still feel my cock deep in your body.” He slammed into me especially hard and I gasped. “Watch, Calissa, baby.”

Rising up and bracing my hands beneath me, I looked at where his huge cock was impaled in me. In and out he thrust, his shaft glossy from my pussy cream. He’d stretched me so good, the burn of the pleasure bringing me higher.

“So fucking hot, baby.”

My arms shook as I forced myself to stay upright, as I didn’t allow myself to crash down, to surrender. I rode him like my life depended on it, like this was my last moment on Earth.

But what a way to go.

Up and down. Faster. Harder. I couldn’t breathe, but damn, I wanted to suffocate with this feeling coursing through me.