Page 40 of Brown Sugar
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, princess,” he says. His voice is huskier than ever, deepened by arousal.
If possible, he’s grown even larger, the veins in his dick throbbing and protruding.
He strokes himself a couple times as he leans over me and lines himself up at my soaked, swollen slit.
I moan from anticipation. He feels so good even just rubbing against me.
“Goliath…” I croak, still half out of it. My head spins from the intense orgasm and the champagne I’ve had. “I want your huge monster dick inside me.”
He chuckles and then drops a kiss to my jaw. “Is that right, princess? You sure you can handle it?”
“Mmmm… I’ll find a way…” I murmur, spreading my legs wider.
He groans and slicks himself some more with my arousal, then pushes in slightly. He stops at his head and takes a second to bask in how it feels to be partially inside me.
Tiny little sparks tingle along my entrance, a precursor of what’s to come.
My lids flutter closed before forcefully snapping open again.
“Look me in the eye, princess,” he commands, gripping my throat to force my gaze to his. “I want you to watch me as I fuck you.”
Tyson slams the rest of the way into me, stealing the air from my lungs. He bottoms out on stroke one, and there’s still more of his cock to take. More of his length that can’t even fit inside me as his muscles twitch and his feral groans fill the room.
I’m pinned down, stuffed with as much of his dick as I can take, my jaw dropped open from the intensity of him.
He’s so thick. He’s beyond thick.
He’s enough to rip me in half.
I can feel my walls stretching to accommodate him, even as wet and slick as I am. But as shocking as it is, as much as it is to take, I have one thought in my foggy head.
More.
Give. Me. More.
Tyson squeezes the side of my throat for my attention, then plants a deep kiss on my lips.
His hips begin to move, his stroke impeccable from the start. The best I’ve ever had. It’s like he knows—or at least senses—what I need. He knows just how to move, just how to work his hips to hit all the right angles.
My pussy ripples around him, so wet I’m squelchingas I take him.
He pushes my legs back to open me up even more and strokes into me deep and smooth. His powerful hips carved of muscle collide with mine as he sinks as deep as he can, and a rumble sounds from his throat.
We kiss and suck at each other, the passion so raw it’s animalistic.
I come a second time. Pleasure erupts from within and has me biting his lip. He simply growls in response and then fucks me harder.
His hips crash down. His dick drills into me. He pounds into me harder, gathering speed ’til he’s buried to the hilt and stars dart before my eyes. But every time I try to close them, he squeezes my throat and commands me to keep them open.
For me to watch him fuck me.
He presses his brow to mine, our gazes on each other, and he drives into me like a madman. I can’t breathe as his strokes come so long and deep, all air ceases to exist. I hold onto him by digging my nails into his arms and shuddering at his thick dick stretching me more than I’ve ever been before.
My body’s still buzzing from my second orgasm when I roll into my third. This one syncs with Tyson’s as he slams into me again and reaches his threshold. My pussy’s clamped down on his dick and he can hold on no longer.
We come together in shared moans and full-body-racking pleasure.
We never talked about protection or contraception, but I have an IUD. Still, it’s more reckless than I usually am.