“Fuck me, Enna, you’re fucking perfect, I’m never letting you go,” he growls out.
He grabs me from under my arms and pulls me up into his lap.
I sit sideways on him, my legs draped across the bed, my ass in his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he wraps his around my body, holding me close.
“Let’s have a shower, I feel bad for ruining your make-up,” he suggests and rubs a tear-track from my cheek.
We get up and he takes my hand. He holds it and pulls me into the bathroom. He doesn’t let go whilst he turns the shower on and sets it to the correct temperature. I’m grateful, I like the contact.
Once the water is at the right temperature, Keon pulls us under the spray. It’s a large shower with a wide shower head. We both fit in quite comfortably. I wet my hair and Keon pours some shampoo into his palms, he rubs his hands together, forming a lather. I’m surprised when, instead of putting it in his own hair, he reaches for mine. It’s such an intimate act. I let him mix the shampoo into my hair, his fingers scrape over my scalp, and I hold in a moan. It feels amazing.
He washes the shampoo out when he’s done. He puts conditioner in his hands and rubs it on the ends of my hair. I don’t think I could be more surprised.
He leaves it to soak in, so I return to favour and lather shampoo in my hands. He has to bend his knees for me to be able to reach his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I massage his scalp, drawing a groan from him, which makes me very happy.
Whilst the conditioner continues softening my hair, I rub shower gel on his body, using the excuse to have my hands all over him. He’s even more delicious under hand than he is to look at. His skin is smooth and taut. I let my fingers linger a little longer on his biceps and abs, Keon notices and smirks at me.
I keep my hands away from his cock, wanting to tease him. I get close enough, skirting my fingers along his waist, rubbing them up his thighs, but never quite where he wants it.
Eventually, he grabs my hands and pushes me under the shower’s spray. I look up at him, my eyelashes heavy with water drops. The shower washes the conditioner from my hair.
“Enough teasing, I want to take you to bed,” he orders gruffly.
He hungrily presses his lips to mine. The kiss is wet and messy, our tongues collide and rub against one another. When we pull away, our breathing is ragged once more.
“I need to fuck you, baby.”
I whimper at his words. “Please...Daddy.”
He groans at that word and turns off the shower. He places me on the foot towel and begins drying off my body with the fluffy towels hung up on the wall. I let him pamper me. His hands are oddly gentle whilst he runs the towel over my damp skin. He dries me softly and thoroughly, making me feel taken care of.
He then dries himself, whilst I clutch the towel around me, like it will provide any sort of protection from his hungry gaze. Once he’s dry, he pulls the towel from me. I yelp and attempt to cover myself, I’m not sure why. He grabs my wrists, halting my movements.
“Don’t try and cover your beautiful body baby, you’re perfect,” he tells me. I don’t really have time to savour his sweet words, because he bends his knees and throws me over his shoulder.
He carries me through to the bedroom, where I’m deposited, less than gracefully, onto the bed. I lay on my back, legs slightly spread. I watch him warily, wondering what his next move will be.
He surprises me. He grabs my thighs and spreads them, baring my pussy to him. He plunges two fingers inside of me and I gasp at the intrusion. He pumps his hand a couple of times and when he pulls his fingers out, they’re coated in my juices. He rubs them up and down my pussy lips, making them slippery.
He pushes his fingers in me again, and then holds them up so that I can see them. He spreads them apart, and strings form between the fingers. My cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
I’m shocked when he lowers his soaked fingers to his cock and rubs them up and down it. He uses my juices as lube to jerk himself off. His hand fists his dick, shiny with my juices.
It’s insanely hot.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts as his hand moves up and down his shaft with the kind of experience that comes from years of self-pleasure. “Let me fuck you now.”
I’m more than ready for him. I spread my legs and lean back on my elbows. He kneels on the bed in between my legs. He rubs the tip of his cock against my pussy, wetting it further. Then he presses the head against my hole. He looks up to meet my gaze.
“Ready?” He asks and despite being so eager, I get the feeling that I’m not prepared for how good this is going to be. I nod and he groans. “Words, baby.”
I lick my lips. “I’m ready, fuck me, Daddy.”
He curses under his breath at that word again, it’s such a trigger for arousal to him. He pushes his hips forwards and the first few inches of his cock stretch me out. I moan at the delicious sensation. This is my favourite part, where I get a glimpse of how good it’s about to get.
He pushes another inch or two in and I whimper at the size of his girth. He’s definitely the biggest I’ve had.
“You good, baby?” He checks on me, his voice sounds strained as he struggles to stop himself from moving.
“More,” I plead.
He’s more than happy to provide. Keon thrusts fully into me and I gasp in pain. I’m twenty-two. I’ve had sex. I didn’t think it could ever hurt anymore, but Mr Big Dick here is proving me wrong.
“Are you okay?” He asks, gently wiping away a stray tear.
“Yeah, just give me a second to adjust,” I murmur, feeling embarrassed again.
“Of course, tell me when you want me to move,” he says and buries his face in my neck.
I lie there, adjusting to his huge size, whilst he nibbles and kisses my neck. It feels good and he has my arousal building again. Keon reaches between us and slowly circles my clit with his fingers. The pain ebbs away, replaced with a sudden desire for him to fuck me hard.
“Keon?” I call his name; he hums a reply into my neck. “You can move now.”
He pulls back and smiles at me. He pulls back his hips, dragging his cock out of me, only to thrust back in. I moan as he hits the top of my cervix.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groans and presses his forehead to mine.
His hips piston back and forth, pumping his cock into me. He grabs my wrists with one hand and positions them above my head.
“Keep them there,” he orders and takes his hand away.
I do as he says and keep my hands on the pillow, above my head. This stretches my breasts, lifting my hard nipples up to him. He leans down and sucks one into his mouth. I moan when he grazes his teeth over it.
He props himself up with one hand and rubs my clit with the other. I can barely contain my moans at the blissful waves that begin radiating from my pussy, around my body. He senses I’m close when I clench down around him. He speeds up his thrusts and rubs me harder.
“Come on, baby, cum for Daddy.”
His words should cringe me out. They don’t. I cry out as euphoria hits. I throw my head back and my eyes close of their own accord. I roll my hips against his and my pussy spasms around his cock. He grunts but manages to hold his own orgasm at bay.
When I finally stop convulsing around his dick, he grabs my waist and pulls out of me. He flips me over and I have to catch myself from falling face-first into the duvet. I prop myself up on all fours and a second later, I’m winded by his dick suddenly entering me.
He feels deeper this way. I moan and arch my back, pushing myself against him. He grabs my hair and pulls, making me bend back to relieve the pressure. I meet him thrust for thrust. My ass shakes and jiggles as he pounds into me relentlessly.
“Fuck,” he growls, and I clench around him, loving the curse it elicits from his mouth. I wish I could kiss him.
Just when I think he’s going to cum, he pulls out of me. I whimper at the sudden loss of his cock. He grabs my hips again and lifts me. I’m a bit alarmed when I’m mid-air and then in his arms. Our bodies are hot and sweaty, slipping against one another.
He plants me on the desk. The surface is cold against my ass. I’m scared my wet pussy will leave a mark on it. He pulls me to the edge; my ass is almost hanging off it. He lifts my thighs up, so that my knees are almost in my armpits. I put my hands behind my knees, holding my legs open for him.
He steps in between them and holding his dick in one hand, he rubs it up and down my pussy again. He circles my clit with his blunt head, sending little shocks of pleasure through me.
“Stop teasing,” I whine.
He chuckles, but finally enters me in one, swift thrust. I moan and grip my thighs, trying to keep my legs wide open for him. He takes over for me, putting his arms around me and gripping my thighs. I release my legs and put my arms around his neck.
He leans down and connects our mouths. The kiss is hot and heavy, our teeth bash and our breaths mingle. His tongue plunges into my mouth and I moan around it. We pull back and we’re both panting hard.
I clench my pussy around him, trying to keep myself as tight as possible. He grunts and fucks me harder. His hips are a blur as he pounds into me, rocking the desk.
“Fuck, baby, you take my dick so well,” he groans.
His head is bent as he looks down. He watches, with heated eyes, as his dick leaves and enters my body. It’s hot watching him watch us. He seems fascinated by our joining of bodies. I clench down harder as an orgasm nears. He’s hitting exactly the right spot, his pelvis bumping against my clit with every thrust.
“Baby, I’m going to cum, cum with me,” he bites out the words, the tendons in his neck visible from the strain.
“Oh, god!” My orgasm rips through me, black dots appear in my vision. “Keon!” I shout his name and he grunts.
“Enna,” he moans and his thrusts slow.
He jerks his hips forwards once, twice, three times, pumping his semen inside of me. He finally stills and rests his damp forehead on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close to me. Once we both stop shaking, he pulls out of me. I go to lower my legs, but he stops me. I jump when his fingers spread my pussy lips apart. I look down and see what he is seeing, his white cum oozing out of my hole.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he groans.
If I wasn’t already red from the heat, it would be from embarrassment now. He creampie’d me. He picks me up carries my into the bathroom. I can feel his semen dripping out of me and down my legs. He sets me down gently and runs a flannel under the tap. I take a wide stance; my legs open enough for him to kneel down and softly clean me up.
“I’m sorry for cumming in you,” he apologises, and I shrug.
“I’m on the pill.”
We clean ourselves up and climb into the bed. Keon flicks off the lights and pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest and cuddle into him.
“That was fucking incredible,” he murmurs, and I giggle. “Seriously, baby, I swear to you, best night I’ve ever had.”
I hesitate for a moment, unsure whether to believe him or not. Guys will say lots of things during the post-high bliss.
“It was pretty amazing,” I agree, and he kisses my forehead.
“I mean it. I’ve never had sex that good; you’ve got a magic pussy.”
At that, I burst out laughing. “Never been accused of that before.”
He rolls me so that I am on top of him. My breasts crush against his chest. I can feel his muscular body beneath me. His cock, still semi-hard, presses against my stomach. In the darkness, I can just make out the outlines of his face from the streetlights. He brushes the back of his knuckles across my cheek.
“You’re so perfect, Enna. I told you one night wasn’t enough, I’m not letting you go.”
I smile at that. That’s what I want to hear. “Good. Don’t let me go.”