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Chapter Thirteen

I took that big, thick cock of his, and slid it through my slippery folds. Like I was just trying him out, though it ended up being more than that. Once I'd felt the soft-but-hard head of his cock against my clit, I didn't really want to do anything else but rub it there, nice and slow.

Which he didn't particularly appreciate.

"Oh come on, Zaida, don't tease-" He told me, but I was in the teasing business now. It felt so good to rub the solid tip of his cock on my clit. Every time I stroked that thick thing back and forth these sweet little aftershocks shuddered through my body, like a reminder of the orgasm I had not so long ago.

And the promise of one I could have had right then, if I really wanted to. I could have came all over his cock, fast and hard, and afterwards let him have what he so clearly needed. He was so eager for it he was practically jerking up into my grip, and every now and then he held his breath, like he was just on the verge of it and wanted to feel it fully.

But that would be just too easy, I thought. Way too easy.

"If you cum before I do, I'll never let you do this again." I told him, and just as his eyes widened and his mouth opened to let out a bit of outrage, I found my wet and waiting hole with his hard cock and just eased down over it.

But in all honesty, I had no idea how I did it. He was so big that I actually gasped, and I didn't get much further than the halfway point. When it got to the halfway point he actually jerked his hands down and grabbed my hips, as if he was the one who was afraid of where he was going to end up.

Then he apologized too, and it was so adorable I would have giggled, if I wasn't too busy thinking about how in the hell he was going to fit inside me.

"Sorry." He said, but he didn't explain why. Was it for the hands he now had on me, even though I told him to keep them above his head? Or was it for that absolutely incredible thing that was currently spreading me open, in a way that seemed to be making me flush and say some pretty stupid things?

"Oh you're sooo big." I thought I told him, like I'd just found myself in a ridiculous porno of my own life. It was hardly a shock that it was making me flush all over and gasp incoherently, and I was just thankful that he didn't want me to feel bad about that.

It turned out he was actually more concerned with the effect it had on him than anything else.

"Seriously? You're seriously gonna say shit like that? And you're gonna also look like that while you say it? But I'm not allowed to cum. You say shit and look like that and I have to somehow not cum."

I tested him out just a little- just a little rock back and forth, so that the thick head of his cock almost rolled against something awesome inside me- and I watched him jerk. Then I answered.

"Why? What's so bad about saying that? I mean, you are big. Fuck Ruby, you're so big that I can't even take all of you into my tight, wet pussy."

"That's... okay. That's not cool."

"Baby, you feel so good. Here, watch. Watch your cock sliding in and out of my little pussy." I said, and then it was possible that I actually showed him. It didn't take much to do, I just braced myself on his legs and leaned back a little, and everything was made nice and clear. The split of my pussy around his solid cock. Everything all slippery and silky and so swollen with arousal.

And as he watched with something like incredulity on his face, I just reached between my legs and rubbed my clit a little. You know- just enough to force a moan out of me, in a way I was sure he would love.

"Are you fucking kidding with this? I think I'm gonna die. I'm literally gonna cum and then die if you don't stop. No no no- don't fuck me like that. Don't, don't!"