My clothes can’t come off fast enough.

Brandon is a man of his word, and what he said would happen, happened. My headache went away, each of us ate just enough to say that we did without getting too full, and we took a brief walk, just enough to get the heart going and fill our lungs with fresh air. Now that we’re back to my place he’s an absolute animal, kissing me mercilessly and wrapping his strong arms around me before we even made it inside.

Once inside he rips my shirt from my body. And when I say rip, I mean he tears my clothes away until I’m in my bra and panties in my living room. He does his own fast strip with an equal ferocity, tossing his shirt and pants aside like they were his enemies. Standing there, the only word that comes to mind is majestic, his frame a muscled body that seems to go on forever. He’s hard already, his giant cock pushing against the front of his underwear. My body starts to feel that heat again—that slow burn that started as a tingle at the diner, but that’s now a three-alarm blaze from my head to my toes. And the feeling between my legs is unmistakable. My body wants—no, needs—him inside of me.

He scoops me up and carries me into the bedroom, throwing me on the bed so that I land on my back. I take the last things I’m wearing off my body so that he can see me—really see me. When I’m with him I’m not insecure, unconcerned with whether or not I have the perfect body, or if he’s going to find it attractive. I know he does already. His body tells me just how he’s feeling, and right now it’s pointing at me, letting me know that it wants to come out and play.

I pull his underwear down and he steps out of it. I’ve been dreaming about having his thickness inside of me again, going as deep as he wants and filling up my pussy. Before all that, I decide to take him in my mouth, and he grabs onto my head so aggressively that I get super wet. He can do whatever he wants with me, and I’m going to do what I want to do with him. He fills my mouth with his girth, thrusting in and out, fucking my mouth like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do, and I give him so much pleasure that he starts to make the kind of noises that make my body burn even hotter. But this is just the beginning. After a minute of sucking him off, he pulls out and pushes me backwards onto the mattress.

On top of me he’s a giant, and I reach up and pull his face down onto mine—our lips smashing together while he wastes no time inserting himself. There’s the slightest twinge of pain because of his size, but it’s a good pain, and a second later I feel him—all of him—sliding deeper and deeper inside of me as I claw at his neck. He feels so fucking good that I don’t know what to do with myself. He knows how big he is, so he always lets my body get used to him with a few slow thrusts, moving methodically in and out, as the wetness of my pussy takes over and guides him. He pulls back all the way, and then thrusts forward so hard that I scream out. It feels so good that I beg him for more.

“Fuck me faster, Brandon. Really fast.”

“You got it,” he whispers in my ear before going back to work. The sound of his hips and balls slapping against me makes me even wetter, and I can feel the bed lifting ever so slightly off the floor with the momentum of his thrusts. I spread my legs as far as they can go in the air, and then he sits up and helps me, grabbing my ankles and pointing them east and west as he rhythmically fucks me. I look down to see his huge cock sliding in and out of me, and I watch my own body rise and fall as I take shallow breaths.

While he’s got my legs, I decide to use my fingers, reaching down and rubbing my fingers over myself fast and hard, matching the speed he’s thrusting into me, and my hands are soaked in our juices. I use them to massage myself even more, never taking my eyes off him entering me.

“I want you to come for me,” he says. “I want to feel you squeeze around my cock, Talia.”

“Oh, fuck, Brandon!” I rub harder and he fucks harder, so much so that it only takes seconds before I feel the orgasm rising, the heat in my body burning even hotter, attacking all of my nerve endings. I feel it about to happen and I let it—my body explodes. I clench him as I shake all over, the feeling of ecstasy flowing throw me, making me convulse in pure pleasure. As soon as I stop moving he takes himself out and stands up. I’m lying on my back, barely able to move I’m so tired, and he starts stroking himself hard, hovering his huge manhood right over my tits. I look up and see it in all its glory and watching him touch himself is hot as fuck. “It’s your turn to come.” I tell him.

I reach under and tickle his balls, and that gets him. He explodes all over, most of it all falling on my chest, and the rest going wherever it wants to. The sight of his hot white cum shooting everywhere while he clenches his face makes me want him again.

He moans, squeezing the last drop of cum out of himself, and I bathe in it, so satisfied that my body feels like pudding. He steps away into my bathroom for a second and comes out with a towel. He leans over and cleans me up, kissing me on the forehead when he’s done. I can barely move—the energy totally gone from my body. I feel warm and happy and a nice kind of soreness, all at the same time.

He pulls the covers over my naked body, and I just curl up, happy as I’ve ever been, the smell of him still all over me. He runs his hand through my hair and kisses me one more time, gently. “I’ll let myself out. Call me later, okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really exhausted. Don’t mean to pass out on you.”

“Don’t be sorry. You were amazing, and now I want you to rest up. We’ll talk later.”

“Okay.” He leaves the room to get dressed, and a few minutes later I hear my door close. That was some of the most amazing sex I’ve had—period. And it’s all because of Brandon. I’m seriously starting to fall for him, hard. My body and my mind just react to him like no other man I’ve ever met.

I squish the pillow against my face and close my eyes. I’m not worried about the nightmares. Brandon knows how to chase them away.