Page 7 of Heart of Sin
A girl could get used to this.
I spin around as Louis approaches from behind. I accept the flute of champagne with a perfect smile. “Thank you, big guy.”
“Make yourself comfortable.”
“Believe me, I will.” I kick off my heels and explore the penthouse that’s two times the size of most people’s houses.
It’s bigger than anywhere I’ve ever lived in my life.
I wander from one room to the next with Louis distantly trailing me. He doesn’t realize I’m leading him right where I want him. In the bedroom, I set down my champagne and turn to him, in full seductress mode. I walk him backward toward the bed, my fingers gliding up his chest, hard packed with muscle.
“I’m yours all night long, big guy. Any way you want it,” I croon. As he lowers into a sit, I lower to my knees.
“Tasha, I should warn you—”
“I can’t wait to have this big, fat dick in my mouth. I just know you have one.”
I hold his gaze as I slowly unbuckle his belt and draw down his zipper. He almost stops me as I roll down his boxer briefs and pull out his dick.
Heavy. Veiny.Thick.
Thicker than my damn wrist.
For a second, even I’m shocked. Louis Civella has to have the thickest dick I’ve seen in my life, and I’ve seenthousands. It’s a beautiful dick otherwise—smooth and even-toned except for the network of veins protruding along his shaft.
A penis I wouldn’t mind having in my mouth if it wasn’t so monstrously fucking girthy.
My gaze flicks up to his.
He reaches out and strokes my cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to suck me off. And I know I’m thicker than most.”
“Than most? More like all.”
“It can pose a problem sometimes. Even when it comes time for penetration. But fortunately, I’ve had years of practice at getting ladies ready for me—and I like doing it. So, letmetake care ofyou. I’ll have that kitty cat wet as the fucking ocean.”
He draws me up by the elbows, lifting me onto his lap with little effort. For someone as huge and strong as Louis, he picks things up like they weigh nothing.
I’m no different. He’s perched me onto his lap like I’m a toy he’s plucked up to play with, and I can’t say it’s wrong given our size difference.
I’m a tall woman at five-eight. I’mstackedin the curves department. Hour-glass with tits, hips, and ass.
But next to Louis? It’s next to impossible not to feel small and overshadowed by a man the size of a brick wall.
A powerful, huge man who should kiss as hard as one too.
And yet Louis kisses me tenderly.Romantically.
He holds my cheeks with his large hands and presses his lips to mine in soft kisses. I indulge him at first, before breaking away and taking over. I ease him back, so he’s laying down and I’m straddling him, kissing my way from his jaw to his neck.
My body rocks against him, rubbing against his thick cock that’s resting against his thigh. He groans, though he keeps up with me—his hands wander and explore me too.
He feels my curves. Slowly.
He traces his way along my breasts and hips, testing different parts of me.
It occurs to me, as I suck and nibble on his neck, what he’s doing. He’s trying to figure me out. What turns me on. I ignore him and keep going, rocking against him more aggressively, getting him hard.
“Mmmm,” I moan, “I can’t wait ’til your big fat dick stretches my tight little pussy.”