Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

LAYLA

Tristan eats my pussy unlike any man that has come before him— not that there have been many who have bothered. It's not a chore or purely reciprocating for him. He likes it. He repeatedly moans against me, clearly getting off on the pleasure that he's giving me.

And, fuck, is it ever hot.

My thighs squeeze violently tight against the sides of his face, and my fingers tear the sheets from the bed when the orgasm fires through me.

"Stop!" I squeal when he continues to diligently lap at me. The sensation of his tongue against my sensitive clit causes me to giggle as I try to squirm away from him. "You said just one."

"You're lucky I stopped at all. Do you have any idea how fucking delicious your cunt is?" He lifts his face, revealing a devilish fucking grin and a chin covered with my arousal. I shake my head in response .

"That's going to change tonight, darling." Reaching up my body, he lightly grips my chin. "Open wide for me."

I can't explain it, but the way he works my body and the confident demanding nature of his tone, I don't think there's a thing he could ask of me that I wouldn't willingly comply to.

Holding my mouth agape, he places a single firm lick from my entrance to my clit, causing a trembling groan to rattle from me. His damp beard dragging along my stomach, he places a few light kisses as he climbs up my body until he is hovering over my face.

He parts his lips and allows his mouthful of saliva and arousal to pour from his mouth into mine. The unfamiliar tang of my pussy coats my tongue as he begins to plunder my mouth. Leaving me completely breathless and wanting nothing more than to continue to please this man, he climbs from the bed and lifts the gold-foiled condom from the nightstand.

I watch intently as he sheds his black dress pants, gulping hard and nearly choking on my tongue when I see it…

Not a Tic Tac.

Fuck, a Pringles can might be an insult.

He has by far the largest dick I have ever seen. It's long, so fucking thick— can a cock literally split me in two? —and it has an intricate web of throbbing veins running along it.

"Don't worry, darling." He tears the condom wrapper open and begins rolling it down his massive length as he continues, "You're so fucking wet, that tight little cunt of yours will take me with ease."

Trying to relax, I take slow, deep breaths, and the pounding of my pulse floods my ears as he settles himself back between my thighs. He aligns his tip to my entrance and stills. His knuckles rub along my jaw, and he soothes, "I'll go slowly. I only get to slide inside you for the first time once, and I fully intend to savor it."

Tristan's hand slides from my jaw to my throat, his fingers delicately wrapping around it as he presses his lips to mine. Sweeping his tongue between my lips, he begins to inch his hips forward. His tip presses hard against me, and my pussy slowly stretches to allow him inside.

"You're so fucking tight," he groans against my lips as he continues to ease into me at a painfully slow pace.

"It's…too…big…" I pant the words as his hips become flush with mine.

Lifting his body from mine, he slips his fingers under my head and steers my gaze to where our bodies meet. Gingerly undulating his hips, he slides the entirety of himself in and out of me.

"You're taking every inch of me so fucking well," he softly praises. "Watch your sweet cunt take my cock. Watch and tell me how fucking good it feels as I make you come."

Watching him fuck me, I am completely overwhelmed. I've never actually watched a man take me before, but it's so much more than that. The fullness of him and how fucking good it feels. These deliciously dirty things he says, but most of all, how every bit of him is focused on me and my pleasure. I didn't think men like him actually existed .

His hips move faster, and continuing to follow his instruction, I watch as his condom-covered length repeatedly disappears inside of me. He takes me with ease, my body fully accepting every bit of him.

Using his grip beneath my jaw, he tips my head to the side and assaults my neck with teasing bites before whispering in my ear, "Tell me how good it feels and I'll let you come."

"So good," I exhale.

"You can do better than that, darling," he teases as he continues to nip at my skin.

"You're…so big…full…" I pant, his now long, languid thrusts making it nearly impossible to speak. "It's…too much…but…I…want…more."

He groans into my neck, beginning to place a barrage of wet kisses along it before claiming my mouth once again as his hips continue to drive into me. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper. Groaning into my mouth, he willingly complies.

And I'm ruined…

The sound that flies from my lungs is animalistic, nearly feral, as I come with a ferocity I've never felt before. Every fiber of my being courses with electricity, and my toes curl so hard it hurts as he continues to fuck me, drawing out the euphoria.

"One more." He picks up his pace. "I want to feel your perfect fucking cunt quivering around me when I come. "

Taking me hard and fast, he blissfully slides along every sensitive nerve inside of me. I couldn't fight the impending orgasm if I tried— not that I want to .

My thighs tremble, and I clench them tightly around his waist, pulling him deep in one hard stroke. His hips sputter against mine as he fills the condom, groaning, "Fuuuuck."