CHAPTER SEVEN
Manda had never known that her body could actually ache for sex.
That having a big, hot, virile man ready to love her up could have her pussy wet and swollen and aching before he even touched her there.
That when he slid his huge, calloused hands up over her ribs and cupped her bare breasts, she would want to arch her back, pushing them harder into his grasp, and at the same time rubbing her bottom on his groin like a cat in heat.
Oh, God, his cock was so big. And so hot, it nearly burned her.
She wanted to touch it, hold that satin girth and stroke it. But his arms were in the way, so she tipped her head back against his shoulder and turned her head, asking for another kiss. She got one, a hard, wet one with his tongue in her mouth and his cock sliding in the furrow of her ass cheeks.
"Fuck," he muttered against her mouth, reaching down to cup her mons tight in his grasp. "Hope you're good an' wet, or you got some lube handy. Oh, yeah, you are. Hot honey, drippin' on my fingers. Just how I like it."
Manda moaned into his beard, because God, his big, rough fingers were spearing between the lips of her labia, stroking deep and hitting her swollen clit at the same time. Fast and rough seemed to be how she liked it too.
Thus, when he uttered another hot, blue curse and pushed her forward onto the bed, she went. She balanced on her hands, one knee up on the mattress, and waited while he ripped open a condom packet, a familiar sound, and donned it with speed that made her want to moan her approval. So she did that too, when his hands returned, this time on her bare thighs, urging her other knee up onto the bed.
If she hadn't been so very turned on, she would have felt self-conscious, kneeling like a wanton with her ass and her sex bared for a stranger. But he cupped her again, and muttered, 'Fuck, yeah. That's it. So damn pretty, so wet. Little blonde pussy, all mine for tonight." His dirty talk turned her on, so instead of blushing, Manda moaned again, and actually thrust her bottom out at him.
"T-Bear," she pleaded. "Hurry. I need you." A small part of her cringed at her own boldness. But what the heck, tonight she was celebrating... something. Maybe her emancipation from selfish jerks.
"Oh, you're gonna get me, don't you worry," he told her fervently.
He spread her with his thumbs, a maneuver that did intriguing things to her sex. Then she felt the broad, blunt head of his cock at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, although she could feel the toll his restraint took on him as his big body quivered against her.
Manda soon realized that Tim must've been pretty small in the male department, because the cock filling her now seemed almost too big. Her entrance stung a little as she stretched to take him, but at the same time, it was incredibly exciting to be so very, very full of a man.
"Fuck, honey girl," he panted, clutching her hips with both hands as he drew out a final time and thrust all the way home. His groin met her ass, all hot, hard man and curly hair. "I ain't hurtin' you, am I? Fuck you're so tight."
"No," she said, licking her lips. "You feel... really good."
He gave a deep, dirty chuckle. "You like bein' full of me, huh? Let's see how you like this."
He withdrew again, and this time slid home much faster. Again, it edged on pain but felt so, so good that Manda dug her nails into the old bedspread as nerves she'd never known she possessed sang a rising song of need and want.
The third time, she moved back to meet him, and he grunted with approval as her bottom slapped against his groin. "Yeah, that's right. Take it all," he rumbled. "Cover me in honey."
Again, again, and again until Manda's body took over, a wild woman coming alive in her skin, one who moaned and cried out as the pleasure built and built inside her around his cock. Then burst in a spasm of delicious, naughty pleasure so strong she cried out, "T-Bear! Oh, my God!"
He let out a roar and stiffened, thrusting harder until finally he shuddered powerfully and slowed.
Manda whimpered her disappointment when he stopped moving, and he laughed deep in his chest, the move quivering through both of them. He pulled slowly out of her, and patted her bottom.
"Sorry, honey girl, I'm done... for now, anyways."
Just as well, she realized, crawling forward enough to lie down on her side on the bed. Because while that had been explosive, she was already a bit sore. He was so big, all over.
She reached back and pulled the bedspread over her, then pushed her hair out of her eyes, watching as he walked the few steps to the tiny bathroom, a hand over his cock. Getting rid of the condom. She yawned mightily. Least that was one thing women didn't have to deal with.
By the time he came back and sank onto the bed beside her, she was nearly asleep. She roused enough to smile sleepily at him, and he patted her hip, then stretched mightily, and relaxed.
He didn't bother with the covers, she noted before letting her eyes drift shut again. She kind of wanted to stay awake and just admire the male real estate sprawled out beside her. But sleep won out.