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And holy crap.

Holy crap, that cock of his is huge!

It’s huge enough that I think I might have to just use my hand and my mouth because how in the world is the damned thing going to fit inside of me? I stare at him and muster up the courage to say something. I hope like hell his comment about not being able to stop was rhetorical.

But he grabs my ankle, yanks me to the edge of the bed, and spreads my legs.

I plead, “Lucas, wait!”

Actually, that’s just what I think I’m going to do.

Instead, I whisper, “Lucas! Lucas, yes!” as he drops down and puts his mouth on me.

Chapter Nine

Madeline

Holy crap.

Nobody has ever gone down on me before.

Nobody!

I think that’s because the guys I’ve been with (and there aren’t many) are always so intimidated and hesitant. I don’t mean intimidated by me. I mean intimidated by the money and… Well, I’m rich as hell and even well-off guys get intimidated.

The point is, with guys, I’m always the aggressor. I end up giving blowjobs so they know I really want it. I’m twenty-two years old and have had sex about a dozen times with one boy back in college. It took two months for him to actually believe I wanted to have sex with him. That was after he hesitated for the first six times and just…

All right.

No mind wandering.

The point is that I’m always the aggressor to get past the guy’s intimidation so the idea of someone going down on me just isn’t an idea that ever occurs to me.

For fuck’s sake, this is the best thing ever! The sensations that run through my body go beyond anything in my experience. What’s really crazy about it to me is that it seems like a kind of subservient thing to do, you know, but there’s no way on earth anyone could ever call Lucas subservient.

And there’s no way anyone could experience what’s happening now and think of it as Lucas serving me! He’s not performing a service, for fuck’s sake, he’s consuming me. He’s completely controlling me by overwhelming my senses with pleasure I didn’t even know existed. That’s not just hyperbole. As his tongue slides over my pussy, I feel sensations I didn’t know a girl could feel.

Like, his tongue darts between my inner and outer labia and wriggles about there. I never knew that specific spot could sent pleasure through my body. It’s like I’m learning incredible lessons about my anatomy. I just… It’s amazing.

And when I cum, I feel broken. I feel like the orgasm is too strong and my spine will snap from the contractions.

And for the first time in my life, I feel absolutely unrestrained pleasure.

And then he’s up and on top of me!

I shriek as his cock slides into me.

I think it’s fair to say this is the first time in my life I ever shriek because of pleasure. My voice sounds very strange to me. Of course, since I’m experiencing sensations that go far beyond anything in my experience, I guess it’s not that strange of thing for my voice to sounds strange.

My skin feels strange.

My vision seems strange.

I can smell Lucas’s cologne, and that woodsy and spicy scent seems powerful and… Well, my sense of smell seems strangely acute.

And when he kisses me as I feel his weight atop me, I can taste myself. I can taste my pussy on his tongue! There may be nothing stranger than that.

But it’s all wonderful. Maybe strange is wrong. Maybe what I ought to be saying is that it’s all surreal. It all goes beyond reality, and I’m stunned and thrilled with how beyond reality I’ve gone. I hold him and shudder as my orgasm rages.