Deeper

“W-what?”

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” Lucas pointed to the carpet beneath them.

“I’m—”

Lucas shook his head and started slowly pushing her to the floor.

“I’m not going to hurt you unless you ask me to, Layla,” he said, looking down at her as her soft hands held on to his callused ones. “I want you to see what I’m going to give to you.”

Lucas began to unzip his jeans, not taking his eyes off of her. He wanted to know she was okay; he needed to know that this was something she wouldn’t regret.

Pushing his jeans down, he allowed his boxers to stay on, his big bulge begging to break free from its case.

Layla took her gaze off of Lucas’s and stared at his middle. This was really happening… All she could think about was having him inside of her, but why? Yes, Lucas was hot and he was rugged, but—

Snapping Layla out of her thoughts, Lucas placed a hand on her shoulder, taking his other hand and tugging out his fat, throbbing, semierect cock. He fisted it slowly, causing the massive length to grow even larger.

“Lucas, you aren’t going to fit inside of me…,” Layla whispered in an embarrassed tone.

Lucas chuckled. “Honey, your body is made for this. I’ll be gentle at first, but I can’t guarantee a slow, passionate fuck all the way through.”

He looked down at her trembling body. She needed more coaxing, and he knew just what to do. He kicked off his pants and boxers and placed his large hands on her shoulders, getting down on his knees in front of her.

He leaned into her, running his tongue across her neck, massaging her tense shoulders while he caressed her with his lips. Layla held on to him, leaning forward ever so slightly and inadvertently touching his cock with her thigh.

Lucas trailed his hands over her body and lifted her shirt over her head. Layla knew at that moment this was what she wanted, and she wasn’t going to stop him.

“Look at these,” Lucas said, unclasping Layla’s bra and tossing it across the room. Her luscious tits sprung free of their bondage, more than ready to be pleased.

Lucas leaned in and gathered one tit in his mouth while kneading the other one with his free hand. Feeling Layla’s soft fingers grip his shoulders was sending him over the edge, and it was an edge he loved to jump from.

Lucas didn’t make haste. He gave the other tit equal treatment as both of Layla’s hardened, pert nipples saluted him at every turn.

“Touch me, Layla…”

He guided her hands down to his eager cock, one that was trying desperately not to explode.

Layla bit her bottom lip but proceeded to run her gentle hands up and down his length. She was only experienced with Paul, but for some reason, she felt like she knew what Lucas needed.

She didn’t stop there though. Oh, no.

Layla leaned in and put her mouth on Lucas’s cock, much to his surprise. She licked the head, swirling her tongue around his tip, still moving her hands up and down his length in a slow but steady pace.

Layla moaned as she sucked him hard, trying her best to take as much of his cock as she could, but it wasn’t that easy.

Lucas had never felt a mouth like hers—a velvet hole of pure pleasure. He watched as her eyes met his and her pretty little auburn head bobbed up and down on his dick.

She tried to bottom out, to deep throat him. Even though it was a bit tricky, Layla opened her throat and took his whole cock into her mouth, her nose bottoming out on his mound.

“Fuck…” Lucas tipped his head back as Layla proceeded to suck him off.

She shivered, not from fear or cold but from complete anticipation. She wanted what he was going to offer. Layla backed off, popping his dick out of her mouth. She wiped the slobbering mess from her face and smiled up at him.

Suddenly, Lucas was on his feet, taking her with him. He grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed, a squeal escaping her.

Lucas crawled on top of her, unbuttoning her jeans. He looked down at her before pushing her pants off.

“As much as I loved your mouth on my cock, I would rather cum inside of you,” he whispered, smiling when he saw the lace panties she was wearing.

“I didn’t think you were into such naughty lingerie,” he teased, pushing himself back down to tug the panties away with his teeth.

Layla gasped and then giggled. “They make me feel sexy.”

“Oh, honey, you should know how sexy you are,” Lucas said, chucking the panties across the room.

“You must be ticklish.” He observed her giggles.

He stopped, his smile disappearing momentarily. Her body was pure sex, beauty beyond anything he thought he’d see when Layla was finally naked, save for her little hot pink toe socks.

He wasn’t prepared for her to be this way—this graceful and lovely.

Lucas took in all of her incredibly curvy body. From the top of her head to the tips of her toes, he memorized every inch. She was perfect, well manicured, and a real woman.

He riddled her entire body with kisses as she writhed underneath him like a woman in need. She’d never had a man like him before, and Lucas was hoping to ruin her for all men after they were done.

Never in his life did he want his cock in someone as badly as he wanted it inside of Layla. That thought terrified him to the bone.

Even his wife Lucy had never made him feel like this, like he wanted to claim the person before him and make her his own.

Lucas hovered over her body, his cock pulsating with the knowledge of how close he was to her wet pussy.

He trailed his tongue through the valley between her breasts and over her flat stomach, making sure to go at a teasingly slow pace until he found her wet core.

He smiled up at her as she moved her hands over his body so sensually that it took every damn thing in his power not to slam into her until they broke his bed.

“Lucas…”

“Layla, the smell of your arousal is enough to make me want to fuck you into another dimension. Have you ever had a man eat you out before?”

Layla nodded, but she had never cared much for it because Paul had never really pleased her that way.

Lucas chuckled darkly. “I might not be the first, but I most certainly will have you screaming when I’m lapping up your juices. I want to taste this pretty little pussy, darlin’.”

“Yes…,” was all Layla could muster as she shivered underneath him.

She couldn’t take her eyes off of his body. It was more than she’d even fantasized about. The man was built like a god and she felt so small underneath him, but so safe—so wanted.

Suddenly, Lucas plunged his tongue into her hole, digging his fingers into her hips while burying his face in between her quivering thighs.

“Ohhh!” Layla arched her back and moaned out the sweetest sound Lucas had ever heard. “Lucas…”

She was having a hard time adjusting to this sensation. This was something she’d never felt before, and Lucas Foster knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly what Layla needed, what her pussy needed.

She could feel her arousal dripping out of her, and the blush of embarrassment fluttered across her flesh.

Lucas’s thick fingers dug into her hips, pulling her into his face. He was devouring her like a man who hadn’t eaten in weeks, a man on a mission to devour her whole, whether she wanted it or not.

Lucas licked her slit up and down and down and up, and Layla felt her core flutter as her orgasm began to build.

“I feel you tightening around my tongue, Layla,” Lucas said, licking his lips.

She looked down at him, still holding his arms with every ounce of energy she had left. He was already sucking her dry and they hadn’t even fucked yet.

“Do you want to cum on my tongue or on my cock?”

“Yes…”

“As you wish.” Lucas quickened his pace, mindful to pay more attention to her pulsing clit.

Her orgasm hit her and it hit hard. She arched her back, howling in ecstasy as Lucas continued his mission to lick her dry.

“Oh my God!” She panted, trying to move up the bed as her sensitive bundle began to ache.

“Got you good and wet for me, baby girl.” Lucas watched her chest rise and fall, catching her gaze as she caught a glimpse of her juices coating his mouth.

“Taste yourself, Layla.” He was on her in an instant, devouring her mouth once again.

She’d never done this before. Never tasted her arousal. She’d never wanted to, but then again, Paul had never given her an orgasm by going down on her and never kissed her right after.

Layla moaned into Lucas’s mouth, opening her eyes briefly to glimpse him watching her.

“Are you ready for me, Little Hippie?”

Layla nodded. She noticed her hands continued to grip him tightly, as if she was holding on for dear life.

“I’ll go slow at first”—Lucas lined his cock up with her flooded entrance—“but I can’t guarantee it won’t get rough.”

“I want you, Lucas,” Layla found herself telling him. “Please, please fuck me.”

Lucas smiled as he raised up onto the palms of his hands, settling on his knees so he could watch himself slip inside of her.

With her legs spread before him and her tight little pussy begging for him to enter, Layla held her breath as Lucas ran the head of his cock just above her protruding folds.

Layla gasped at the sensation because she expected Lucas to enter her right away, not seduce her pussy even more than he’d done.

“Trust me, baby, I want to push my dick so far up in you right now, but I don’t want to break ya.” He smiled at her watching his cock play with her core.

Lucas stopped, lining his length up with her tight little hole and pressing the mushroom tip inside ever so gently, even slower than he wanted to.

“Fuuuuck,” Lucas moaned, prodding inch by inch inside of her. “Let me in, Layla. You’re so damn tight.”

“It—it hurts…”

“Never had one as big as mine?” Lucas was inching ever so slowly inside of her tight pussy. He wanted to bottom out, take her as if she was one of his whores, but she would break, and that’s not what he wanted to do to her.

He wanted to give her the satisfaction she deserved.

“No…” Layla closed her eyes and whimpered, “I— Oh…my…God…”

Lucas smiled as he pushed further, feeling her sweet walls clench his cock.

“Lucas…”

“Baby, I’m not even halfway in yet,” Lucas said, watching her face as her eyes widened in horror. “You’re going to be okay, Layla, I promise.”

He was finally halfway in, allowing both of them to try and accommodate each other. She was so tight, and his girth was something she’d never experienced in her life.

Before she could react, Lucas suddenly bottomed out inside of her, hitting the back of her channel with the tip of his dick.

~“Lucas!!!”~ Her nails dug into him as she screamed his name, a tear rolling down her face as Lucas rested on his forearms, blanketing her with his body and kissing the tear away.

“I know it hurts,” Lucas said, closing his eyes as her pussy trapped him. “I’m gonna start moving now. You feel so good.”

Her whimpers were too much for him, and when he did start to move in and out of her, Lucas kissed away her sobs. He kissed away her pain, groaning into her mouth because his cock had never felt anything as delicious as Layla’s core.

“Is this good for you? This is how you should feel all the time,” Lucas said as he plunged in and out of her slowly until he felt her give way to him.

“Yes, Lucas… It—it feels so good…” She moaned, her hands finding their way to Lucas’s sculpted ass, pulling him deeper into her pussy.

“I’m going to make love to you and then I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you,” Lucas said as Layla wrapped her legs around him. “Yes, that’s right. Take from me, Layla…”

“Deeper…”

Lucas chuckled. “Soon, baby girl.”

Once he knew she was ready, Lucas quickened his pace, plowing into her. She could hear the sound of their flesh slapping together as Lucas filled her with a barrage of thrusts that sent her reeling.

“I’m—I’m cumming!”

“Yes, Layla! Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel you tighten around me.”

“Ahhhh, Lucas…!” She let her legs fall open again, fisting the sheets as Lucas gave her yet another orgasm—one that exploded so violently that her body thought it was breaking in two.

“My God, Layla,” Lucas said, slowing his pace so he could take in the look of lust on her face. “I’m so close, but I can go forever and I will. I’m going to take you all over this fucking room.”

Before he could even finish his sentence, he was cumming. It hit him hard, and he yelled out her name, throwing his head back as Layla watched the tendons in his neck almost burst with desire.

“Layla!” he bellowed, filling her tight hole with his gel. He whimpered, pumping all of his cum into her, every last drop.

“Shit…” He pulled out quickly, making them both wince at the sudden loss.

“Get on your knees and turn around,” Lucas commanded. He pulled her up as Layla did as she was told. “Head down, ass up.”

It took him no time at all to hammer right back into her as Layla moaned into the pillow beneath her.

“You like this, baby?” Lucas held her hips as he hammered into her, slapping her ass more than a dozen times.

With each smack, Layla melted into the bedding. It wasn’t from pain, but from the incredible pleasure Lucas was bringing her.

He didn’t know how long he was fucking her in this position, but beads of sweat were forming on his brow, and he felt the heat exuding from his lower back.

He’d already cum once, but he could easily do it multiple times with Layla’s pussy wrapped around him. She was made for him, he just knew it.

Still inside of her, he lifted her up so she was flush with his chest. Roaming the front of her body with one hand, he kept hold of her with the other.

She held on to him though. She couldn’t even believe this was what she’d been missing—a man to make her feel like this.

“No other man is going to fuck you like me, Layla,” Lucas told her as he glided in and out of her in such a way that Layla couldn’t help but cum again.

“Shit…,” she sobbed, her body stiffening before she let go of her release. “Shiiiiiit!”

Her whole body went limp. Lucas felt her walls quiver around him.

He escaped her pussy again, carrying her from the bed and placing her up against the wall, lifting her up as she wrapped her legs and arms around him.

“Oh…” She pressed her head against the wall as Lucas fucked her like he hated her up against that wall, his grunting coming out with every one of his deep thrusts.

His head found its way to the crook of her neck, and he inhaled her majestic floral scent. She was so intoxicating to him. So alluring.

“Again?” he asked her.

“I-I can’t…”

“Sure you can, Layla,” Lucas said. “You can cum for me again. Then you can ride my cock and milk it until I’m completely dry.”

Sure enough, that’s exactly what happened.

Even before her fourth orgasm was completed, they’d slid down to the floor as Layla fucked him with all the strength she had left.

“Take it all out on me, baby,” Lucas told her. “Let me feel your pain. Let me do this for you. You’re doing it for me…”

“Yes, Lucas! Holy fuck!” Layla yelled into the night. “Yes…”

“Looks like I’m about to cum again too,” Lucas said, almost shocked. If they weren’t getting so exhausted, he was certain she’d make him cum until he’d never be able to again.

“I want to feel you cum in me again, Lucas!” Layla wailed as she bounced up and down wildly on his cock.

“Oh I am…” Lucas held her in place as his hot cum shot into her like a volcanic eruption. “Are you…?”

To her surprise, Layla clenched around him, but she had no power left to continue. He thrust his hips up to make her attain her peak—and that she did.

She cried into his neck, sore and satisfied.

They stayed like that for the longest time. He was soft and still sitting inside of her when he picked himself up, taking her limp body with him.

“Let’s go shower, baby.”

***

He placed her in his bed, naked but clean and completely obliterated. They’d been speechless in the shower, catching each other’s eyes every now and then and smiling like secret lovers do.

Lucas crawled into the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms.

“Was I okay?” she finally asked him.

Lucas sighed. “If I could put into words how you feel wrapped around me, then I would. I don’t think I could properly describe how good you are. Good is an understatement. You—you might be the best I’ve ever had.”

“Might?” Layla giggled sleepily, still not sure if the hours of fucking Lucas Foster had truly happened or if it was all a dream.

“I don’t want you getting a big ego about it,” Lucas teased. “Did I do what I said I would? Are you feeling better?”

Layla ran her fingers up and down his chest. “You made me feel complete.”

Complete.

Layla didn’t know what she really meant by that, but he’d made her feel amazing. Everything he had done was more than what she could have ever dreamed of.

“Well, now that I’ve made you feel complete and you’ve milked me dry, I guess you’re going to want to know more about me. That was what I offered, right?”

Layla nodded.

“Well, what do you want to know about me?”

“Why are you so angry at the world?”

Lucas sighed, knowing these questions were coming.

“Because I haven’t had someone like you to fill the void that’s been my life for twenty years.”