**wrote one story before and it was pretty fun so i’ll tell another**
We finally had a chance to be completely alone at my house. Everyone would be gone that evening and gave us the perfect window to have the house to ourselves.
Once we were finally alone we practically ran to my room. We hadn’t touched each other in maybe two weeks so we were about ready to get to it.
Because of his size, we had discussed more foreplay and possibly even him eating me out – but I kept dismissing the idea because it made me too embarrassed. We had only been in a relationship for a few weeks at that point and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be THAT vulnerable with him.
He started off by fingering me, deeply. I wanted him to stay close to me so I could moan in his mouth as i gripped his arm. It felt beyond amazing. But he started to go lower and lower and asked “Baby can I eat you out” and I immediately said no. I was way too embarrassed. He wanted to so badly, and I did miss the sensation of how it felt – so I gave in. And that was one of the best decisions I made that night.
He started eating it immediately. I closed my eyes and inhaled a moan as his tongue traced in and out of my lips. When I thought it couldn’t get any better, he brought his fingers back into me. I yelled out in pleasure as he plunged his fingers in and out of me as his tongue worked on my clit.
It was the closest a man has ever brought me to a climax, but it takes a lot for me to cum so I wasn’t set on it. I eventually told him to stop because I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him in me.
I’m on birth control so we decided not to use a condom and go raw for the first time. When I had gone raw before, it was difficult to get it in. This time, there was no issue at all. Foreplay really is your best friend.
As soon as he entered me I needed him to stop. I wanted to yell so loudly but I just breathed through the pain as he slowly stretched me out to comfort.
The fact that he is so big turned both of us on. The fact that he had to stretch me out in order to fit sent us over the edge.
I didn’t expect him the type to be dominant, and neither did he. But after our first time together, he realized he really liked dominating me, and I already knew I loved it.
The way he would tell me that I’m all his, how he would refer to himself as daddy and would ask me, “Who’s your daddy? Do you like when daddy fucks you like this?”, and throughout my heavy breathing and overstimulated mind, I would have to answer him as he continued to fuck me mercilessly.
I would tell him that it’s too much to handle and I couldn’t take it anymore, but that’s when he would take that as motivation to go harder and faster into me. I loved how he just dismissed my pleas and gave it to me even more than before.
He was almost at his point and he asked, “where do you want me to cum?” and I knew where he wanted to. It was the whole reason I was on my birth control. I wanted his cum shooting inside of me. I wanted to know how it felt to be filled up. I weakly told him to “Cum in me, put a baby in me” and that was it for him. After a couple more thrusts and some loud moans and whimpers, he bottomed out in me and shot his load so far in. I could feel the warmth in me.
But this was only round one.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/unte98/our_f20_m24_second_time