Page 73 of Big Dick Energy

My thoughts, my fears, my walls dissolved under his mouth. There was no more fake, no more temporary. There was only this. The hard press of his body, the possessive grip of his hands, the desperate, aching need coiling tight in my belly.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, his forehead resting against mine. “Tell me you want this,” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “Say it, Davina.”

I couldn't form words. My body answered for me, my hips grinding against the hard ridge of his cock, straining against those black briefs. A low groan tore from his throat, and the sound of it shot straight to my core.

“That's my answer,” I finally breathed, my voice trembling.

A predatory smile touched his lips.

In one fluid motion, he grabbed the hem of the t-shirt and tugged it over my head. The cool night air hit my bare skin, and I gasped, but his heat followed instantly, his large hands sliding up my ribs to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure shot straight through me.

“So fucking perfect,” he growled, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.

The sensation was blinding. Hot, wet suction. The gentle scrape of his teeth. The wicked flick of his tongue. I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me like I was afraid he'd disappear. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until I was writhing beneath him, mindless with need.

His hand slid down my stomach, over my hip, and dipped between my thighs. I was soaked, aching, and he groaned against my skin as his fingers found my slick, swollen center.

“All for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.

He circled my clit, and my hips bucked forward, seeking more pressure, more friction.

“Dallas, please…”

“Please what, wifey?” He had the audacity to sound amused. “Use your words.”

“I need you. Now.”

That was all the permission he needed.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and peeled them down my legs, his gaze burning as he took me in. I'd never felt more exposed. More wanted.

He shifted, kneeling between my thighs, and finally… finally… shed his own boxers.

My breath caught.

He was magnificent. All hard muscles, and his cock… My eyes widened. He was huge.

The size of him should have been intimidating, but it only fueled the fire inside me. I wanted to be overwhelmed. I wanted to be consumed.

He reached for the nightstand, fumbling briefly before he pulled out a condom. The crinkle of foil was loud in the quiet room. He rolled the condom over his wide head, his eyes never leaving mine.

He leaned over me, bracing himself on one arm, his other hand guiding himself until the tip of his cock nudged my entrance. My eyes squeezed closed as I held my breath, my entire body tensing in anticipation. It had been a really long time since I’d been intimate with anyone.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

My eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze.

Slowly, he pushed his head inside me, his thickness spreading me wide. He paused for a brief moment, and then his hips thrust forward. I cried out as he filled me, a deep, stretching, perfect fullness that stole the air from my lungs. He stilled, letting me adjust, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Fuck, Davina...” he choked out, dropping his forehead to my shoulder.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Don't stop,” I begged, my voice a broken whisper.

His control shattered.

He withdrew almost completely, then drove into me again, harder this time, setting a relentless rhythm that shook the bed. Each thrust was a jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure, hitting a spot deep inside me that made me see actual stars.

My nails dug into the hard muscles of his back, surely leaving half-moon marks. I wanted to mark him. Wanted him to remember this, remember me, long after tonight was over.