I’m not sure how I manage to get his belt unbuckled with the way his lips and tongue are moving on my skin, but I do. And then the button, and then the zipper, and then…
I lean back and look down. Chance’s cock is straining through the cloth of his boxers, and I’m almost nervous to release it, but I do.
Oh. My. God. I realize that I said it out loud. Chance has the biggest cock that I’ve ever seen. I’d thought when the girls were telling me that he was big that it was exaggerated, or that he’d be like…a normal big. But this isn’t normal big. This is porn star big. This is so big that every other cock retreats in shame.
And they got the other part right too, two metal studs decorate the head of his cock, the metal emphasizing the sheer size of him. I glance back up into his face, and he’s wearing a wicked smirk. I shake my head. “That’s not going to fit inside me.”
“Yes it will.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
He pulls me against him again, his cock now a steel rod between us. “It will. I happen to know how to use my cock, and I’m very good at it. Just like everything I do.”
“But—”
A kiss silences my protest. “Don’t run,” he says softly. “We’ll go slow. Let me show you how good it can be.”
I glance down, still not believing that I’ll be able to take that. But the thought of him using that to my advantage, to bring me pleasure, makes me shudder with anxious anticipation. I step back, standing so I can take off my pants, and Chance retrieves a condom from his wallet. It’s stamped with the Heart Makers logo, and he smiles when I raise an eyebrow. “People think it’s clever when you hand them one instead of a business card.”
He has a point, that is clever marketing for this kind of company. I can’t help but stare at him as he rolls on the condom. It’s just…so big. There’s no other way to talk about it. He sheds the rest of his clothes and then he’s standing naked in front of me and it’s everything that I imagined and more. Artists could use him as a model if they were sculpting Greek gods. And his cock is there, jutting toward me, straight and proud and huge. Arousal rolls through me.
We’re kissing again and he pulls me back onto his lap, fingers finding my clit. I gasp against his lips, letting the shivery pleasure spread across my skin while he deepens the kiss. A breeze chills me while his body warms me and it feels like I’m caught in a storm of sensation. Chance’s mouth moves to my neck, to my chest, and his fingers tease me until I’m grinding against his hand. I love it.
He brings me all the way to the edge. I’m panting against his skin, so close to coming. I can feel an orgasm hovering on the horizon. I’m so close I think that the next breeze might send me over. But he doesn’t let it. Instead, he pulls away, lifting me higher and fitting the head of his cock against me. Just the tip of him feels bigger than anything I’ve ever taken.
Slowly, so slowly, Chance pushes the head of his cock inside me, and I come without warning. Pleasure bursts outward through my skin and I can’t even cry out because I’m so surprised. It’s a silent, shuddering orgasm and I have to hold onto him so I don’t fall over. “Oh God,” I say, and I keep saying it.
He rocks his hips, pushing deeper in tiny increments, and I glance down when I feel full and realize that I’ve barely taken half of him. My breath goes short, and I can feel the strange sensation of the studs as he pushes in deeper. “Chance,” I say. “It’s too much.”
I meet his eyes, and he pauses. “You’re not full yet.”
“I know, but—”
“Does it hurt?”
I shake my head no, my pussy tightening around him. There’s a chance that I might be wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, and I don’t want to stop. The pause helps. My body adjusts, and I suddenly feel more at ease. I know I can take more, and I want to feel what it’s like to have all of him inside me—or as much as will fit. I bite my lip and lower myself further, and Chance helps me. I sink deeper and deeper, until it feels like I can’t take any more, and even then I take a little more.