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Holy shit it’s big…
The broad, velvet head of his cock pressed against her entrance, hot and insistent. Even after all the teasing and slick from the hot spring, he felt enormous. She knew this of course, he had always been so girthy her fingers barely met when she stroked him. She had wondered for months how she would ever take all of him. She exhaled shakily and pushed.
The fat crown stretched her open — a slow, burning pressure that made her gasp. Her core fluttered around him, trying to adjust, the silver ring on her clit tingling as it dragged against his shaft. Inch by inch, the stretch bloomed into something deeper, hotter, almost too much. A sharp sting mixed with liquid pleasure so intense her vision blurred.
Keep going, keep going!, her heart and body whispered inside.
“Cal,” she breathed, voice trembling.
He groaned low, the sound vibrating through both of them. His hands tightened on her hips, holding her steady but not pushing. “Easy, princess. We can stop at any time if you need to. We’ve got all night.” He smiled, overwhelmed and tender. “We have the rest of our lives.”
Sage shook her head, half-laughing, half-crying.
Not a fucking chance, Daddy.
She needed this. She rolled her hips again, taking another thick inch. The burn flared brighter. Her inner walls clenched hard around the invasion, fluttering wildly. She was so full already and he was barely halfway.
Another inch.
Cal…baby…oh God…
Her curvy thighs trembled. She unconsciously grabbed fistfuls of his wet hair, pulling his head back so she could look at him. Candlelight painted gold across the sharp lines of his jaw, the cords standing out in his neck as he fought for control. Stars wheeled above them through the crack in the stone.
“Daddy… Daddy… oh… don’t… oh!… s-stop…” she gasped, pushing down harder. The stretch bordered on pain now—delicious, overwhelming, perfect pain. Tears slipped down her cheeks.
Cal’s eyes widened with worry. “I’m sorry, baby. We can slow down—” He tried to lift her hips.
Don’t you even fucking think about it!
Sage laughed through a sob, wild and breathless, gripping him tighter with her thighs. “No!” She gasped as she held him firmly in place. “No, husband—” She bit her lip hard and sank down another inch, gasping at the white-hot bloom of sensation. “I mean don’t stop.”
Cal froze, every muscle locked in iron discipline, trembling beneath her. “Are you sure, baby?” His voice was wrecked, raw with love and restraint.
She smiled through the tears and the burn, a fierce, radiant little laugh escaping her. “Oh fuck yes…” She leaned in, forehead pressed to his, breathing the same steam-scented air. “...don’t you ever fucking stop…Baby… I was made for you. “
Sage rolled her hips again, slow and deliberate. “Trust me,” she whispered and took the rest of him.
The final thick inches slid home with a wet, obscene sound. She bottomed out with a broken gasp-sigh that tore from her throat, her plump ass settling flush against his thighs, the extra flesh of those globes he loved so much dimpling beautifully.
Touch me baby…touch me…
Cal moaned. Deep, guttural, almost broken. His whole powerful body shuddered beneath her. She brought his hands to her ass and his arms gripped her around her like he might fall apart if he let go.
“Yes, just like that, baby,” she moaned, staying perfectly still, letting her body adjust to the impossible fullness.
He was so deep. She could feel every vein, every throb, the fat head kissing the deepest part of her. Her belly felt full, stretched, claimed. A rolling wave of pleasure-pain crashed through her so hard her vision sparkled.
Sage stayed there, fully seated, trembling, panting, tears still slipping down her cheeks.
She cupped his face with both hands and kissed him slow and deep, tongues sliding, breathing each other in while her pussy fluttered and clenched around his massive cock like it never wanted to let him go.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered against his lips, voice hoarse and reverent. “All of you. Finally.”
Sage stayed fully seated on him, trembling, her tight, velvety heat clenching and fluttering around every thick inch of his cock like she was made to hold him there forever.
Cal’s mind had gone white-hot and reverent all at once.
Forty-six years.
