Frayed (Torn #2)(38)

Emboldened, I used my thumb and finger to lift the soft end of the sheet, but before doing so, I glanced at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Sure enough, he was breathing evenly. This whole thing was beyond naughty, but I haven’t been this excited in a while.

Please, be naked underneath, I repeated in my head, before I reverted back to focus on the task at hand, and started to lift the sheet off his hips. I had to bite my lip hard from gasping at the sight of his manhood. Yeah, this fella was definitely a monster. His penis was half-erect, thick at the head of the shaft and thicker girth. Even in this state, it could easily be about six inches. Now, I was curious how big this thing could really get when it’s awake. Sure, I felt it earlier, but I never got the chance to see it up close and personal.

Inching closer, I sat on my legs and bent down close to his shaft. I made sure my other hand leveled me, so that I didn’t have to lean on him. My eyes kept checking his face, to see if he was asleep or not. There was a small space in between his parted legs and I placed my right hand there. Wetting my lips, I slowly lowered my mouth to the crowned head of his manhood. It felt big, hot and absolutely wonderful. I used a little suction as my tongue roved in circles, counterclockwise then clockwise, in swift motions. Taylor shifted again, as his cock became harder.

I instantly paused and peered at his sleeping form. Oh, f*uk it! Let’s see if I could wake up the Boss and monster at the same time. Immediately, I slid lower to take as much length as my mouth could accommodate. Hollowing my cheeks, I motioned my mouth to go back and forth, up and down his hard shaft, stopping only at the head while my tongue worked around it, gliding it through the crack of the engorged tip. I used this technique a few more times until Taylor started to roll his hips, inching his cock more in my mouth, moaning and grunting.

I wasn’t a big fan of blowjobs really. It took dedication and hard work with any man, but now with this monster, it was harder since there wasn’t much space left in my mouth for me to work with. When I realized that his cock was rock hard for me, I readied myself. On my knees, I hunched slightly over his naked form, parted my legs and slowly lowered myself to the tip of his cock. I had to make sure my knees were rooted on both side of his hips before I went any further. I teased the head a few times with my wet entrance and let out a soft moan. Amazing was all I could think. My ravenous appetite hit me full-force and I inched myself slowly down, a delicious current shot through me as I lowered myself a little over halfway down his shaft. Curious, I lifted my lingerie and checked out how far I needed to go to reach the base and saw that I had a little over a quarter to go. It didn’t matter since all I needed was to orgasm and leave him in peace.

Shit, who said size doesn’t matter? Because seriously, whoever said that hasn’t experienced a good monster. Men like Taylor just filled you in a different way. It would be impossible to go back to something normal-sized after this, for sure.

I moaned loudly when my hips started to roll slowly, riding him gently. “Oh f*uk!” I yelped when I sunk a little lower on his length. I was keeping a measured pace, to be sure my pu**y didn’t swallow this thing whole—or I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. With my eyes closed, it was easier to just feel him and get lost in the beautiful feeling it produced.

“Trista!” I heard Taylor screech, breaking my concentration.

I looked at him innocently. “Yes?”

Taylor seemed like he didn’t know if he was going to be angry or f*uk me. “What are you doing? We had an agreement,” his hollowed voice dragged out as his cock twitched and expanded inside me. A hungered moan came out of my lips when he did that. I shifted a bit and started to rock him again.

“We did. You told me I could use you, right? Well, this is me using you.” I took off my silk lingerie as I rode his cock with violent determination. Nothing mattered then but the glorious feeling I was experiencing. I was maniacal, carnal and out of my mind from sexual rapture.

Taylor savagely moaned and grabbed both of my butt cheeks, spreading them apart before he started to ground me harder on his cock. “Squeeze my cock, baby. Milk it, harder,” he demanded harshly.

I would do anything as long as he kept that filthy talk going. My pu**y clenched around him like a glove, hard as he requested. I sobbed at the intensity it brought because Taylor was not letting up with his hard grinding. With crucial friction from his size and his frantic grinding, I became crazed from the amplified intensity, magnified hunger and multiplied pleasure it delivered.

“f*uk, that’s my good little slut,” he growled out with passion. My body broke out in sweat as I rode him harder. He took one hand off my ass and started to tease my clit with his thumb. The relentless digit rubbed my clit in acute circles while his other hand gripped me to ride him harder. “Come for me. Grant my cock some gratitude, little whore.”

I couldn’t. It was too much. I felt like I was going to burst into pieces. I felt like a balloon, with air being pumped into it without caution, ready to pop as it filled to its capacity “Taylor… I don’t think… I… too much,” I sobbed, my body shaking from the powerful, acute burning sensation of my orgasm, readying to be unleashed from my body. My palm landed on his stomach, trying to steady the craziness that was too much for me to take, but Taylor slapped it away.

“You came to me in my sleep to get an orgasm. I’m doing as you asked. I won’t stop until you can’t f*uk anymore.” Taylor took hold of my hips and rolled me on my back. With my ankles on his shoulders, and his hands full on my breasts, he kissed me with wild abandon. He growled each time his cock pummeled me with fervor. “Let me see how beautiful you come, Trista. Show me what my cock can do to your body.”