He pulls his shorts down over his cock, and the minute I see it, I’m sitting up and it’s already in my mouth. The salty pre-cum hits my tongue first, and I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I can, stopping midway. Not only is he hung, but he is thick, and my fingers can’t wrap all the way around him. I feel his hands in my hair, and he grips it and pulls my head back. “Nothing sexier than my cock in your mouth,” he says. “But I think my cock in your pussy will be better.”

“Then show me,” I say, leaning back in the middle of the bed. He gets off the bed and pulls down his shorts the rest of the way. His thighs are so big and all muscle. “You look like a Greek god,” I tell him as I watch him walk to the side table and take out a pack of condoms.

“Come here.” He motions me with his finger, and I want to say no, you come here. But my head doesn’t work with my body, and I’m already out of the bed. I stand in front of him, and he pulls my white camisole off my body, his hand cupping both my B cup tits in his huge hand. “I’m going to fuck you the way I want to fuck you.” I watch as he almost rips my skirt off to get it over my hips. “You’re going to let me fuck you the way I want to.”

“Is that so?” I say, my hand gripping his cock and moving up and down. “What if I want to fuck you?”

“We’ll see if you deserve it,” he says, his fingers sliding through the wetness of my lips. “This is mine,” he says at the same time his thumb presses down on my clit. I want to tell him to dream on, but the only thing that I can do is close my eyes and groan. I’m already halfway there, so I don’t want to say anything that makes him stop.

He pulls his hands out when I get on my tippy toes and open my legs a touch more, and I open my eyes and glare at him. “You’re going to take this cock,” I say, my hand squeezing his cock. “And you are going to make me come, so help me.” He picks me up, bringing me back to the bed.