Hefty (Big Boys)

by Jessa Kane

Zach O’Meara is my person. My it. My dream man.

I’m already hard again just thinking of her using me to get off. Using me over and over and over again. Like her personal servant.

“I’ll service this little pink cunt of yours. Day or night.” And I don’t know why I do it, but I slap her pussy. I slap it twice.

Before I can temper my own actions, I’m throwing Jill face down on the bed and pinning her down with my considerable weight, pumping my cock into the split of her ass, humping her through my sweatpants, grunting and groaning into her hair. “I’ll wreck this pretty little cheerleader ass. I’ll fucking wreck it.”

“Such a hungry pussy you’ve been hiding under that little cheerleading skirt, huh, baby? All those innocent smiles at the crowd, shaking your pompoms. When you really just wanted to drop your panties for me, let me bang you raw.”

“I imagine you naked and giggling in my bed, trying to roll away so I won’t come on you, but…I hold you there. Underneath me. I get it all over your belly and tits and…”

“I shouldn’t let you come inside me,” she whispers, in a way that says she wants the opposite. Our eyes lock and I see the thrill there. The eagerness. And I respond, “Maybe you don’t have a choice, baby. I couldn’t pull out of this tight fucking kitty if I tried.”

“Missed you so much, baby,” he mutters in between kisses. “Thought I was going to die without you.”

Zach bites off a growl. “Jill, you know if I get the tip in, you’re getting the whole cock.”