014

~Rhea

Ten minutes later, the door to the private room opened again.

The man Jade sent in was massive, exactly what I had asked for. He had to duck slightly to clear the doorway. Easily 6’5” or taller, with broad, powerful shoulders, thick arms corded with muscle, a wide chest, and dark skin that gleamed under the red neon lights.

His head was shaved clean, jaw strong, and his presence filled the entire room. He looked like he could bench press a car or snap someone in half without breaking a sweat.

Perfect.

I stood up from the edge of the bed, still completely naked, my body still buzzing from what I’d done with Jade. I walked straight up to him without saying a word and reached for his belt.

Who knew if he would actually be huge down there? So many men talked a big game but delivered average.

I pulled his shirt off first, revealing a sculpted torso covered in dark tattoos. Then I dropped to my knees and yanked his pants and boxers down in one motion.

His cock sprang free.

Thick. Long. Heavy. Veiny. Already half hard and growing bigger as I looked at it.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t disappointed at all.

A low, satisfied sound escaped my throat. This was exactly what I needed tonight, something big enough to stretch me, to make me feel full, to fuck the frustration and the unwanted feelings for Kai right out of my system.

I sucked him hard from the start, lips stretched wide around his thick girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside as I bobbed my head.

I took him as deep as I could on the first try, sucking with wet, sloppy pressure, hollowing my cheeks.

“Fuck…” he groaned above me, one big hand resting on the back of my head.

I worked him eagerly, sucking harder, sliding my lips up and down his shaft while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit.

Saliva dripped down my chin. I pushed deeper, trying to take more, until the head hit the back of my throat.

I gagged but didn’t pull back.

Instead, I forced myself further, gulping around him, throat contracting as I tried to swallow more of his thick cock.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. My throat burned, but I kept going, bobbing faster, sucking harder, choking myself on him.

I added more, pushing until my nose was almost touching his pelvis, throat convulsing wildly around his length.

I held there as long as I could, gagging and drooling, before pulling back with a wet gasp, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock.

I looked up at him, breathing hard, voice hoarse.

I looked up at him, voice husky. “Take control. I don’t want gentle. I don’t want slow. Fuck me like you mean it.”

He didn’t smile. He just nodded once, eyes darkening with hunger.

In one smooth motion, he grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and bent me over the edge of the bed. I gripped the mattress tightly, fingers digging into the sheets as he positioned himself behind me.

He wrapped my long ash blonde hair around his fist and yanked my head back sharply, arching my spine.

Then he pushed the thick head of his cock against my entrance and slammed into me in one powerful thrust.

“Fuck…!” I cried out, the sudden stretch burning in the best way.

He was huge. So thick that I felt every inch as he buried himself to the hilt. He didn’t give me time to adjust.

He started fucking me hard from behind, deep, brutal strokes that made my whole body jolt forward with every slap of his hips against my ass. The sound was loud and wet, skin meeting skin in a relentless rhythm.

He pulled my hair harder, using it like reins as he pounded into me.

“Yes… harder…” I moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

He obliged, fucking me with raw power, his heavy balls slapping against me. My breasts swung beneath me, nipples brushing the sheets with every hard thrust.

After a few minutes, he pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and pushed my legs up high until my toes nearly touched the headboard.

He spread me wide open, completely exposed, and drove back in even deeper. The new angle let him hit that perfect spot inside me with every stroke.

I screamed, back arching off the bed as he pounded me hard. His hips snapped forward with brutal force, the wet sounds of his thick cock plunging into my soaked pussy filling the room.

“Fuck… you’re so deep…” I gasped, fingers clawing at the sheets.

He kept going, relentless, sweat glistening on his dark skin as he fucked me like a machine.

Finally, I pushed against his chest. He let me move him onto his back on the bed. I climbed on top, straddled his waist, and grabbed his massive cock.

I lined it up and sank down slowly, taking every thick inch until I was fully seated.

Then I rode him.

My hips rolled and slammed down, grinding my clit against him with every movement. My breasts bounced heavily as I fucked myself on his cock, hands braced on his broad chest for leverage.

He gripped my waist, guiding me, thrusting up to meet me.

The pleasure built fast and sharp.

I rode him faster, moaning loudly, chasing that peak. He groaned beneath me, his own release building.

Our orgasms hit at the same time.

I cried out sharply as my pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, waves of intense pleasure crashing through me.

He thrust up hard one last time and came deep inside me, groaning as he filled me with thick, hot spurts of cum.

I collapsed forward onto his chest, completely spent, legs shaking, body limp. I couldn’t move. My muscles felt like jelly. My mind was blissfully blank for the first time all night.

After a long moment, I managed to roll off him, breathing heavily.

“Get out,” I muttered, voice hoarse.

He didn’t argue. He stood up, gathered his clothes, and left without a word, closing the door quietly behind him.

I lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, cum slowly leaking out of me. Then I reached down, pulled the crumpled sheet over my naked body, and let exhaustion take me.

I slept off immediately, deep, dreamless sleep.