Breathing a bit heavily still, he got down on his knees in front of me, splayed before him, and before I had a chance to be insecure about how much of me he could see, he dipped his head down and locked his mouth around my clit. He suckled me gently. He rode my hips as I ground down into him. He rubbed my clit with his tongue ring and drove me wild. I came again against his mouth, and it was the first time a man had made me cum twice before he'd ever stuck his dick in me. I was sated, but still hungry. Panting, sweating slightly, I stood up on shaky legs. "Where's your bedroom?" I stammered. I wanted a bed so that I wouldn't get carpet burn riding that huge cock into the sun. "It's through here, you delicious woman. I can't believe you've made me wait so long to taste you" He said, licking his lips. I couldn't believe my luck. I had a moment where the reality of this dream hit me. I was living something ultimate. Strange time to have such a moment, but I did. I knew I'd never forget this man, this time.
He strode out of the room, I hear cabinet doors opening, closing. He comes back with a condom on his massive cock. I bit my lip and smiled at him. "Oh good, you're ready" I murmured to him.
I grabbed his hand and lead him to his room, where he tugged me to him, grabbed me by the ass, and lifted me up, lancing me with his massive cock as I slid down his body. I let out a gasp of shock as I was pierced with this girth. This hot, slick, throbbing girth. He let me slide down his engorged cock until he hit my cervix, and then he stilled. He was shaking, I could feel it. His hands digging into my ass cheeks, his teeth set into my neck. He just stood there, holding me in this intense moment.
"Feel me." He whispers in my neck. He begins to move.
Little sparks are flying around low in my belly with every thrust he makes into me. My insides start to vibrate with an intensity I'd never before experienced. I kept moaning. He'd thrust into me hard, and I'd moan, and he'd thrust again. Deep, slow strokes. The man had so much control.
It made it deep. Heady. He was drinking in my pleasure again. He drove me absolutely wild. I lost myself. I dug my nails into his back, and he growled, "Harder!!"
I set my nails to his back as he thrust into me so deeply I drew blood.
At that moment he turned me around in his arms, threw me on the bed, slapped my ass once, hard, and laughed. He crawled over me on the bed, ran the wet tip of his condom clad dick over my butt cheeks. He runs his hands down my back, over my hips. He takes his time. Drinks me in. I feel as though he is reveling in touching me. I feel at that moment so worshiped. So wanted. He grabs my legs and yanks me to him, slides back into me, setting off more sparks low in my belly, and drives us both, slowly, hotly, to a climax that brought tears to my eyes. He took me to a height I'd never even known existed. It wasn't fast and hard. It was slow, purposeful. With skill and art.
Some time later, on my way home, I just kept laughing in giddy delight that I got to live such an amazing night. I couldn't believe my daring, my luck.
Cherokee men, and Native American men in general, are rumored to have the biggest dicks on average in the world. Might not be true, but from my experience, it's very true.
Sam was a passionate, capable, empathic lover. I'll never forget him as long as I live.
