I moan, licking and sucking at his crown, letting his words intoxicate me. It doesn’t take much more of his sloppy, wet attention on my pussy for me to come undone. I cry out around his cock as my legs shake so hard, the bed vibrates beneath us.

“Good girl,” he growls and smacks my ass. “Now lie down on the bed.”

Dizzied by the pleasure, I follow his command, collapsing onto the bed beside him. With hooded eyes, I watch as he sits up on his haunches and grabs for the lube. He drenches his fingers and then edges closer to me.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart. I need to get you ready for me.”

I want him to just fuck me already, but I also don’t want it to hurt. I’ve had his cock in my mouth. From the dicks I’ve seen on the internet, his is much, much bigger in comparison.

He slides his middle finger inside me, fucking my hole slowly, with a heated expression on his face. I get sucked into staring at his eyes, nose, and parted lips. God, he’s so handsome.

“More,” I urge, fisting the sheets, unsure what to do with my hands. “Please.”

His lips curl into a devious grin. “Happy to.”

My eyes flutter closed as he pushes another finger inside me. The way he moves now is with purpose, as though he’s stretching me with his fingers, scissoring them with each dive. I’m lost to the sensations, completely blissed out, when sharp pain alerts me to the fact he’s pushing another finger inside. It feels like too much.

“Ahhh,” I whimper. “It hurts.”

He pulls his fingers out, pours another generous amount of lube on them, and then goes back to his efforts. This time, the third finger doesn’t burn so much.

“I want you,” I plead. “No more fingers. Just you.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

He slides his fingers out of me, leaving me feeling empty, before fumbling with a condom. I watch, captivated by the sexiness of it, as he rips the foil wrapper away and rolls the rubber onto his enormous cock. It stretches over him, looking almost painful.

“Does that hurt?”

He chuckles. “Nope. And it’s about to feel really, really good.”

“Would it feel better without it?”

“Fuck. Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. The way I’m feeling right now, I want to fuck you raw and get you pregnant. That way, you’ll be mine forever, no matter what happens.”

His words are crazy and unrealistic, but I like them. No, I love them.

“I want that,” I purr.

He shakes his head. “No, beautiful. I’m going to take care of you like I promised. Knocking you up the first time we have sex isn’t very responsible of me. Trust me. We’ll have our chance.”

Since I do trust him, I nod. “I trust you.”