“Jesus,” I whispered. “No one warned me Bali had monsters.”
He grinned, cocky now. “Scared? You should be.”
“Not even close,” I shot back.
My tiny hand could barely wrap around his shaft, my thumb struggling to touch my fingers on the other side. Precum leaked from the slit, slick and warm. I smeared it over the swollen head, thumb circling, loving the way his cock jumped in my hand, loving the little grunt he gave every time I squeezed.
“Oh my god,” he whispered.
I stroked him slowly at first, then tighter, loving the weight, the heat, the way he looked at me. His hips jerked forward, fucking into my fist. I squeezed his cock even harder, wrist twisting, thumb swiping through the precum, dragging it down the thick veins on the underside. He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes wild.
“Fuck—let me see you.”
I raised my arms, offering myself up. He peeled my wet bra off with a slow drag, then ripped my panties down like they offended him. Tossed them behind him without looking. His eyes raked over me like he wanted to devour every inch, mouth parting.
“Christ. Look at these tits.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was on my collarbone, biting and sucking a trail down my chest. When he reached my breasts, he took my nipple in his mouth, tongue swirling, before sucking hard enough to make me cry out. I arched into him, clinging to his shoulders, grinding my pussy against the hot length of his cock.
The friction was perfect but not nearly enough. I was already soaking, could feel my slick coating his shaft as I rubbed against him. Every slide made me more desperate, more greedy.
I reached down, took him in hand, lining it up with my entrance.
He paused, staring into my eyes. “Ready?”
“You had me at the first pothole.”
He laughed, the sound breaking on a moan as I rubbed the thick head up and down my pussy, soaking him with my wetness.
“Right then,” he said. “We should take this slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What if I want it to hurt?”
He grinned, positioning himself, one hand under my thigh, hiking my leg up high around his waist. The other gripped my arse, hauling me close. His monster cockhead pressed against my outer entrance, stretching me just from the pressure. He waited, watching my face.
I took a breath, pushed down, and started to sink onto him. I felt myself stretch around him, my tiny cunt slowly swallowing every fat, pulsing inch. He was so thick I could feel every ridge, every vein as he worked himself deeper.
“Breathe,” he whispered, pressing gentle kisses to my neck as he slid himself in. “Relax for me. Let me in.”
I winced. The stretch was bordering on pain, my body struggling. He watched my face, waiting, letting me tell him if I needed to stop.
“Too much?” he asked.
“Not enough,” I managed through gritted teeth. “Give me more.”
He thrust up, filling me completely, and I choked on a scream. He was too fucking big. I felt like I was being torn open from the inside, filling my cunt to its absolute limit.
“Feel that?” he asked, slamming into me again. “This is what happens to good girls who wander off alone.”
“More,” I commanded, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”
(To be continued)
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