0 comments/ 4515 views/ 3 favorites Summer Distraction Pt. 01 By: blankiita Everyone has their secrets. Here's one of mine: ***** My relationship with my boyfriend started as a one-night stand, and soon we both fell hard for each other. Within 2 years we were living together, and 6 years later all I would think about was leaving. No relationship is perfect, but mine soon became full of deception and verbal abuse, lack of conversation...and, ultimately, lack of intimacy. I craved a diversion. When he left to visit family (or so he said) in the Dominican Republic, I decided to take advantage of his absence and try to have some fun. I was only 28 at the time with no children. It was a hot and humid day in early July. I just got to work but I couldn't wait to leave. The shift seemed to last forever. I worked the PM shift at a hotel in Manhattan at the time. The schedule was 3 to 11. Time flew when it was busy, but today was a quiet day. Not too many people coming or going. My coworkers were my saving grace. Around 10 they started talking about going out and grabbing some drinks after work at a lounge in the Bronx. It didn't matter that it was a Wednesday. There's always somewhere to go to drink and dance. At first I was skeptical, but they talked me into it. At 11:15 I was in the locker room checking my reflection in the huge mirror that was never properly cleaned. At least I could still see myself past all the handprints and various smudges. 5'8, very curvy with most of my weight in my hips thighs and ass. I lost 20lbs recently so my tummy was flat and my breasts were small but I was ok with that. My most noticeable feature was my face. People always told me that my face reminded them of either Angelina Jolie or Charlize Theron...I don't think they look alike, at all. Long black hair, big blue eyes, a small nose, full pretty lips. I was great with makeup, too. Turning around to check out my big butt, I realized that the high waist leggings that I wore today were a bit see-through and showed the tattoo on my butt cheek. "Oh well..." I wear a uniform at work, so I dressed mainly for comfort today, not planning on going anywhere besides work and home. So here I was in a tight white t-shirt, high waist black leggings, and black strappy sandals; a simple outfit that managed to accentuate my small waist and wide hips. I let my long hair down and put on some lipgloss. "Did you bring anything to change into?" asked my coworker Jenny. She was a petite pretty thing with caramel skin and long blonde hair. Jenny was wearing a white clingy mini dress. I guess she planned this earlier. "No, If I go with you guys I have to go like this". "Girl, you look sexy anyway. I'll wear flats if that makes you feel better". We spent a few more minutes in front of the mirror and then met up with the guys. I had no romantic interest in none of them but the 3 of them were fun to be around and always had me laughing. It was 1am when we pulled up in front of the lounge. I drove with Jenny, and the guys were in a separate car. After a frustrating 20 minutes looking for parking I was dying for a Long Island. Walking up to the main entrance of the lounge, I couldn't help but notice a bunch of motorcycles outside to the right of the building. "Ooo...biker boysss" whispered Jenny grabbing my arm. I laughed. As soon as we walked inside, the guys picked a table and ordered two bottles and a hookah. I wasn't in the mood for vodka and cranberry so I ordered myself a Long Island iced tea and got lost in the bachata music blasting from the speakers. Mike, one of my coworkers, stood up and pulled me to dance with him. As he spun me around, I noticed the group of guys in the right corner of the room. They occupied at least 5 tables and all of them were bikers. All of them young, in their 20's & 30's...Latino (mostly Dominican and Puerto Rican I thought)...and HOTTTTTT. Tall, dark, tattooed...wearing jeans, white tanks or t-shirts and navy vests with the name of their motorcycle crew on them. Some were looking in our direction. MY direction. Suddenly I felt a little self-conscious with all these eyes on me. "Mike, I'm gonna go for a smoke. Be right back." I told him and grabbed my purse from the table. Jenny and the other two were busy taking turns with the hookah and downing shots. I tried not to look in the direction of the bikers as I walked past them to go outside. The cooler night air felt amazing on my heated skin. That drink was strong. Especially on an empty stomach. I wasn't surprised that I was already feeling a bit buzzed. I never sip my drinks...I gulp them down right away. I took long pulls of my cigarette enjoying the moment. "So which one is your boyfriend, beautiful?" a deep voice startled me. I turned to my left and saw one of the biker guys walking over to me grinning. He was tall, very tall...maybe 6'4 with muscular arms covered with tattoos. His eyes were dark and the way his eyebrows were shaped made him look angry but his lips were full and turned up in a smirk. "What?" I answered. "The guys you're with...which one is your man?" he repeated, grabbing my hand helping himself to the lighter that I was holding. His action shocked me and I took a step away from him. He handed back the lighter after lighting his cigarette. "You're welcome..." I said, annoyed. "And they are just my friends. We work together" "I see...so where's the hubby" "That's none of your business" I was getting a little irritated. "Relax mami, I'm asking cause you look too good to be out without your man...and I know you have one." "You're right, I do...but he's not around so I'm just having an evening out with friends. Can't a girl just enjoy herself without supervision?" "Ok ok...what's your name?" he asked, his eyes staring into mine. He had this mischievous look on his face that was unnerving. "Katya" I answered. "I'm James...you like bikes?" he asked pointing to the sporty motorcycles parked by the wall. "They scare me" I was being honest. I had a fear of motorcycles ever since my cousin crashed one and ended up a vegetable in a wheelchair. "That red & white Suzuki is mine...you should let me take you for a ride...I'll take it easy at first so you'll get used to it." "I don't think so. I'm too much of a chicken. Maybe one day I would get on one but not anytime soon" I answered. "I'm going back in to my friends. It was nice meeting you." I said and turned towards the door. "Ok baby...I'll come find you later" he replied. I swear I heard him murmur "Mmm" when I turned around and I felt his eyes on my ass until the door closed behind me. God he was sexy. Totally my type and more. I hoped he would find me later. I squeezed my way through the dancing bodies to our table. I couldn't believe how packed this place has become on a Wednesday. Jenny was shaking her ass to the beat and the guys had found themselves dancing partners. "Katya! Take shots with meee!" she yelled when she saw me. "Ok fine" I gave in to her cute puppy dog eyes and we downed a few. I had to keep reminding myself that I drove, and I had to watch myself. I felt more than buzzed and I knew that I had to dance this off. The DJ was awesome mixing Salsa, bachata, merengue, reggae, house, hip hop, 80s freestyle...a little bit of everything. My eyes were closed, hips swaying when I felt strong arms around me. I spun around was pulled against James' chest. He smelled like Dolce&Gabbana cologne and cigarettes. I felt his hands slide down my sides and gasped as he cupped and squeezed my ass. I felt his hot breath by my ear and a chill went down my spine. "I told you I'd find you. Come..." he said and pulled me towards a different corner of the lounge. Apparently, he knew this place well because as we turned a corner there was another room where they hold private events. It was completely empty and dimly lit with the same music blasting through the speakers in the corners. My heart started beating fast. The music changed to bachata again. He grabbed my ass again and pulled me tight against his body. He started moving his hips and I followed his lead, distracted with his big hands palming my cheeks. I've never danced bachata this way. It is a sensual dance but this had me breathing hard. I'll never forget the moment when he spun me around and then pulled me towards him again and slid his hands down my leggings and grabbed each cheek. "Mmm all this thickness...I love it mami" he said and licked those full lips. I was getting so wet. This was so different...I felt that I had no control. He kept on squeezing and inching his fingers lower towards my pussy but it was too much too fast for me. I pulled away from him. "I need a cigarette and some air, papi...I'll be back" I said and without looking at his face I left the room. Weaving through the crowd was a blur but I finally made it outside. I leaned against the cold brick wall taking deep breaths. I felt beads of sweat rolling down my neck and in between my breasts. My pussy was wet and I was incredibly horny. I pulled out a cigarette but couldn't find my lighter. My head was down as I was digging through my purse so I didn't see him coming until I heard him right in front of me. "Looking for this?" I looked up and there was James holding out my lighter. But before I got a chance to take it from him he put it back in his pocket and grabbed my arms pulling them up above my head pinning me to the wall. And then he leaned down and kissed me. Summer Distraction Pt. 02 The kiss was hot and demanding. It was rough and needy and took my breath away. I can still feel him biting my bottom lip. I can still taste him and feel the occasional scrape of his stubble and goatee against my chin. I don't remember who ended the kiss, but when it did end he rested his forehead against mine and said, "I want you...NOW" I had no verbal response to that. I just looked up at him with my half-lidded eyes and bit my lip. James grabbed my hand and we walked away from the lounge. We crossed two busy streets and turned the corner by some park and then before I could even make sense of what was happening, he pushed me back against a white van. I knew I saw people walking along this street from time to time but he didn't care. His lips were on my neck and his hands were palming my ass again. My head started spinning. I leaned my head back and felt him pull my tshirt up, and before I could say anything he pushed my bra up and started sucking my breasts. He sucked them hard and bit my nipples. I moaned loud. I got lost in the pleasure and didn't realize he was sliding my leggings down until I felt the cool air on my thighs. He let go of my breasts and got down on his knees, kissing his way down my belly. "Not here papi...please" I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him away. He looked up at me with those dark intense eyes and pushed my thighs apart, holding them in place. "Oh god you're soaked baby...all for me...mmmm..." he said and licked the outside of my panties eliciting a gasp-turn-moan from me. That moan became even louder when he slid his tongue under the fabric and right in between my puffy lips. "Stop, please... people are gonna see" I whispered but spread my thighs wider for him. "You taste so good. I want you to cum in my mouth" He let go of one of my thighs and slid my panties to the side. My mouth was open in a silent scream as he assaulted my hypersensitive pussy with his tongue. It didn't take long for me to cum. He was relentless, and when he felt my thighs start to shake he plunged two thick long fingers inside me. My knees almost gave out. It was one of the strongest orgasms that I've ever had. "Good girl" he said and gave my slit another lick, his fingers still inside. He waited until the spasms stopped and he withdrew his fingers. They were covered with my juices and I watched as he put them in his mouth and sucked them clean. James stood up and kissed me again, letting me taste myself. I sucked on his bottom lip hungrily. At this point I didn't care if we fucked in front of a crowd, so when he roughly turned me around I couldn't wait. I reached back and stroked him through his jeans. His dick was rock hard and felt very thick and long. He would destroy me. He began to unbuckle his belt and then pulled the zipper down "That tight juicy pussy is gonna be mine...fuck your man" He said. But before we could take this any further we were interrupted. "Katya!" I heard Jenny calling me. Talk about bad timing... I heard her around the corner with the guys. I must have been gone for longer than I thought. "Shit!" I pushed James away and quickly pulled my panties and leggings up. I did my best to smooth my hair but I could not hide the black smudges from the dirty van all over my white shirt. I'm sure they would put two and two together. James was way more composed than I. "You good?" he asked with a smirk and held my hand as we walked towards my friends. "My legs feel weak " I told him. "So after I fuck you, you won't be able to walk at all, mami" "I that so?" I challenged. "Oh yes" he replied and pinched my butt cheek. "Ay!" I squeaked. When we approached Jenny and the guys I saw a few raised eyebrows and knowing grins. I quickly introduced James and we started walking back towards the lounge. It was almost 4 am. Time to go. "I'll be back" James said and ran ahead of us. Jenny pulled my arm and stopped me. "WHAT. THE. FUCK. Katya...you look like you've been fucking in the dirt" "Girl I swear I did not fuck him. I just let him eat me. But if you guys didn't come looking for me I probably would've. God knows I wanted to" "You little whore...he's so tall and sexy though. I don't blame you." She said. "Are you going to see him again?" "I hope so" We said our goodbyes to the boys and started walking to the car. I tried to find James in the crowd of people exiting the lounge but I couldn't see him anywhere. He didn't even have my number. The 3 block walk seemed like a marathon and I was so relieved when we reached my Accord. I couldn't wait to get in my bed, and I still had to drop Jenny off. Thankfully she didn't live too far. I was buckling my seat belt when I heard a motorcycle coming down the street. "Oh shit Katya, look" Jenny said motioning to look right. There was my sexy stud on his bike. He took his helmet off. I opened the door and ran walked over to him. "Thought I was gonna leave without your number and a goodnight kiss?" he asked. "Maybe..." I replied. "No baby...I am DEFINITELY seeing you again. We have some unfinished business. Let me get your phone" I handed him my cell and watched him punch in some numbers and press the call button. That way I had his and he had mine. And then he got off the motorcycle and pushed me against my car, my butt against the passenger side window for Jenny's viewing pleasure, and kissed me hard. I moaned into his mouth. He pulled away when I wasn't ready, leaving me with my eyes closed and my lips parted. "Bye thickness...see you soon" and then off he went revving the engine and speeding down the street. I stood there for a second too long because I felt the windshield behind my ass rolling down. "Girl get your big booty back into the car. I want to go home. " Jenny was right. It was definitely time to go. An hour later I was parking in front of my empty apartment. My boyfriend wouldn't be back for another 6 days. I wasn't a fan of sleeping alone but tonight I knew I would sleep like a rock. Fumbling with my key I heard my phone "ding", the sound of text message. I ignored it until I was upstairs in my bed. It was from James. "Wish you were here" it read. He also sent a photo. It was a selfie of him lying in bed. There was a second photo; a closeup of him gripping his thick dick through his boxers. Oh Lord... Summer Distraction Pt. 03 It was Saturday and I was off, which was rare. My days off were usually Mondays and Fridays. I woke up late and jumped in the shower. It was beautiful out and I had plans to hang out with one of my girlfriends. I took some time with my hair, and put on a tight lime green tank and my favorite ripped skinny jeans that showed more thigh than they covered. I loved them because they were super stretchy and comfortable; and of course they made my big butt look yummy. A spritz of perfume and some flip flops and I was out the door. Heidi lived about 20 minutes away from me but I didn't mind the drive. I picked her up and we decided to grab something to eat. I was in the mood for Spanish food so we picked a Caribbean restaurant that had really good & cheap 'arroz con pollo'. "So what have you been up to?" asked Heidi. "You know. Just working and trying to keep my sanity. Danny is in DR so I have some time to myself." I replied in between bites. "And you're not worried about what he might be doing there?" "Not really. I feel like I stopped caring. Plus, I can't say that I've been a good girl lately." "Oooh, do tell." Heidi loved to hear all the juicy details. She leaned in towards me. "So... I went out on Wednesday with Jenny, Mike, Rob, & Jose. We went to Calentura and there was a bunch of bikers there..." I began, and then proceeded to tell her everything that happened that night. "Wowww...that's hot. I don't think I ever had a guy eat me in public like that. When are you going to see him again?" she inquired. "I don't know. We've been in touch daily but he keeps talking about taking me for a ride on the motorcycle and I'm not ready for that." "You should go. Live, have fun. I would. YOLO girl. You only live once." And at that moment my phone rang. It was James. I showed Heidi the screen. She mouthed 'OMG'. "Hey you..." I said after picking up the call. "Hey gorgeous. What are you up to?" he asked, his voice deep and sexy. "Eating with one of my girls, and yourself?" "Just getting up." I heard him stretching. "What do you have planned for today?" "I haven't made any plans, yet. Just hanging with my friend for now." I replied. "I see...so how about you tell your girl that you'll see her some other time, and come spend the day with me?" "I can't leave right now. We just got here." I told him. My heart started racing at the thought of meeting up with him today. "Do me a favor, baby, and hand your friend the phone for a sec." He said. "What?" "You heard me. Let me talk to her real quick." "Heidi, he wants to talk to you." I told my friend and handed her the phone. "Huh?" she asked, surprised. I watched as she put the phone by her ear and said "Hello" and then her expression changed from surprise, to shock, and then she chuckled. "Ok, no problem, hun...bye...here she is." And she gave me back my cell. "What did you say to her?" I asked James. "She'll tell you if she wants to, but I'm sure she's fine with you leaving to come see me. Let's meet up across the bridge. You can park your car, and we'll go on the bike from there. I have a helmet for you." "The bike? You can't pick me up in your car?" I really wasn't ready. I felt my heart rate increase and my palms started sweating. "Mami the bike is not what you should be afraid of..." he teased. "I promise I'll take it easy at first and let you get used to it...the bike, too. " I bit my lip remembering how big he was. I agreed to meet him in an hour. After I hung up the phone, I sat there for a second shaking my head. "So what's the plan?" asked Heidi. "I'm going to meet him in an hour across the bridge in Queens. He'll be on the bike." I gave her the 'save me' look. "You'll be fine. I better hear updates throughout the day." Heidi called the waitress over to bring the check, and I went to the ladies room to fix myself. Thank God I had spent that time on my hair this morning. It was long and smooth with some ends flipped out. My lingerie was pretty, too; a lacy pink & purple thong and matching bra. My makeup was light and fresh. I looked good. According to the guys on the street, I looked DAMN good. After splitting the bill, we left. I dropped Heidi off near a shopping strip and was on my way. My heart was racing the entire ride and I chain-smoked. Right after the bridge, just like James said, there was a huge plaza with a couple stores and a movie theater. I pulled in and parked my car in the shaded back of the parking lot. I was so nervous...not sure if it was the thought of riding on the back of the motorcycle or what would happen after. The next 15 minutes flew by too quickly, and soon I heard a motorcycle coming towards my car. I had described my Accord to him, and since I was one of the few cars parked so far back, he found it right away. I took a few deep breaths before I opened my door and exited the car. There he was on the red & white Suzuki. He had his black and red helmet on, a black tank top, jeans, and that vest he wore the first night I met him. His tan muscular arms were flexed as he leaned on the handlebars. I wanted so see his face, and as if he read my mind, he took off his helmet and grinned. What a fine-looking man. He looked me up and down with those mischievous dark eyes and got off the motorcycle. "Mmm mmm mmm...hi gorgeous." he said, walking up to me. I had forgotten how tall he was. I am 5'8 but I had to tilt my head to look at his face when he was right in front of me. James pulled me into a hug and then kissed my neck. "I'm happy you came." He whispered, and then playfully slapped my butt. "God that's gonna look so good on the back of the bike." He joked as he squeezed my cheek. I blushed and shook my head. I really wasn't a shy girl, but he made me feel that way. He was assertive and cocky and playful. "Hi sexy..." I said looking up at him from under my long eyelashes. "I can tell you're nervous. Relax amor...let's have a smoke and then we'll go. I promise you'll love it." "Ok." I said and we leaned against my car. As I took pulls of my cigarette I felt him rubbing the exposed skin of my thigh in between the ripped material of my jeans. "I like these. Very sexy. Can't wait to take them off. I remember what's underneath." he teased. I looked up at him and saw the heat in his eyes. I'm sure it mirrored my own desire at the moment. After we finished our cigarettes I followed him to the bike and he explained the parts to me and how I was supposed to climb on it and where to hold on to. "Are you ready?" he asked. "No, but let's do this." I said. He unclipped the second helmet; a bright orange and white one, and put it on my head and tightened the clasp under my chin. The helmet was tight but not too uncomfortable and I could see well through the visor. Then he helped me sit on it, and climbed on himself. I was shaking. He reached back and grabbed my arms, pulling them around his torso and resting them in front of him so that I could brace my weight there if I needed to. I slid down a bit until I felt comfortable and able to balance well. And then he turned the motorcycle on, revved the engine, and we were moving. The slow speed through the parking lot wasn't bad; neither was waiting for a light to change and then going up a highway ramp. But when we were on the highway and the traffic was light, he broke his promise about taking it slow. I watched the needle going up on the speedometer and adrenaline flowed through my body as he hit 90, 95, then 100. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the speed. But I felt it. I've never gone that fast in my life. My eyes opened when I felt him slow down a bit and I saw the traffic ahead. I felt relieved, but it was short lived. You don't sit in traffic on a motorcycle, you weave through it. It's like he had his own narrow lane. We zoomed in between cars so close that at times I thought I would scrape against one or knock off a side view mirror. I caught my reflection a few times when he had to slow down even more and I loved it. My back was arched and my ass looked amazing. My tank top had ridden up my back a bit so my tanned skin and my tramp stamp (mistakes of youth) showed. I relaxed somewhat and felt more comfortable. I didn't realize how tense my body was before. Once we made it past the traffic, we were flying again and I held on for dear life. I had my phone, my keys, some cash, and cigarettes stuffed into my tight jean pockets, and I hoped nothing would fly out. Did I mention that I was in flip flops?! He went down an exit ramp and merged onto another highway and I noticed we were getting close to the Far Rockaways. Such a long distance covered in such a short time. I thought about how far I was from home. He had joked about kidnapping me earlier. I guess he really wasn't kidding. We were going slowly down some local streets now and I leaned forward against his back. When we pulled up to a red light he wove his fingers through mine and leaned back into me. Up ahead I saw a large sign for a motel, and my heart started beating fast again. Once we reached the motel, he parked and turned off the engine. Slowly he got off and helped me down. After he took off his helmet, he unclipped mine and pulled it off. He smoothed my hair back into place; an unexpected gesture. "How do you feel?" he asked. "First of all...I could kill you for going so fast you liar! And second...OMG what an adrenaline rush!" I exclaimed. He grinned. "I told you you'd love it mami. Let's go to the store and buy something to drink." We walked to the CVS next to the motel and bought some Gatorade and snacks. On the walk back I was getting nervous again. "What are you thinking, my thickness?" he asked, putting his arm around me. "I'm thinking about how crazy all this is. Believe it or not I don't do things like this. I'm not a crazy 18 year old anymore." "Well then I'm glad I bring out the wild girl in you. I like her." I waited outside as he ran inside the motel and came back with keys. He moved his bike under the window of what he assumed would be our room. He took my hand and we walked to the side entrance. The hallway of this motel was dark and quiet. It felt like we were the only ones there. He stopped when he found #22 and opened the door. Once inside, we put our drinks and helmets on the table and turned up the A/C. He checked to make sure the bike was ok, and then focused his attention on me. "Are you nervous, baby?" he teased and took off his vest and pulled his shirt off. I took a moment to admire his sculpted torso and abs, and all the tattoos that started at his collarbone and ended right above his navel. Yum. "Yes." I didn't lie. I was nervous and excited at the same time. "Good." he replied with a smirk. I lit a cigarette as I watched him hang his sweaty shirt to dry on the chair and empty his pockets on the table. "Be right back." he said and went into the bathroom. He came out a second later drying his face and upper body. I went in next to freshen up. I looked at myself in the mirror and was relieved that I still looked fine. When I came out there was music playing and he was lying on the bed. The wall next to the bed was floor to ceiling mirrors and he chuckled when he saw me looking it at. James made the 'come hither' motion with his finger and sat up. When I was standing in front of him, he took the bottom of my tank top and pulled it up "Take this off, baby." he said. I pulled it off as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. I held on to his shoulders as he helped me pull them off each leg. He threw them to the side and looked me up and down. "You are so gorgeous." James pulled me down to the bed. He pushed my thighs apart and positioned himself above me. He was just looking at my face for a few seconds, and then lowered his face to mine and kissed me. It started slow and sensual, with him occasionally withdrawing his tongue from my mouth to lick my lips and my earlobe and down my neck. I began to writhe underneath him wanting more. I was already so wet. Wrapping my legs around him, I tried to pull him down towards me, disappointed that he still had his jeans on. He moved lower and pushed my bra up, freeing my breasts, and began to lick and suck each peak, nibbling on my nipples. "Yessss..." I moaned and arched my back. I ran my hands up his muscular arms and then down his back scratching lightly. He groaned around my nipple and bit down on it. Not too hard, but hard enough for the pleasure to be spiked with pain. I yelped but wanted more. He did the same with the other one and then started nibbling his way down, each little bite driving me crazy. When I felt his tongue on my hip bone I couldn't take it anymore. "James...please..." "Please what?" I heard him say but he didn't stop. He continued kissing and licking and biting my hips, the tops of my thigh, around my bellybutton. All the flesh around my dripping pussy. I was going crazy with need. He hooked a finger under the thin lace and pulled my thong to the side. Just the brush of his finger along my labia made me moan. "Jesus baby, you are so wet for me..." he said looking at my slippery pussy. My pussy was hairless and glistening with my arousal. "Turn around mami...let me see that ass." I flipped over and got on all fours. He gently pushed my head down towards the bed and pulled my hips up a little higher. I arched my back for him and spread my thighs. I thought he was going to fuck me like that, but he went in face-first, licking from my clit up to my ass. He buried his face there and I gasped when I felt him licking around my anus. He had a strong grip on my thighs to prevent me from moving away. James licked up and down my asscrack, and then plunged his tongue into my pussy sucking up all the juices. He released one of my thighs and began rubbing my clit. I exploded in seconds. "Ohhh godddd yessss!!" I moaned into a pillow and pushed my ass back into his face wanting more of his tongue inside me. He continued licking and sucking until I pulled away from him, unable to take anymore. I turned around, and pulled him onto me, kissing his face and licking up my nectar. "Tasted even better than the first time..." he said and stood up. He unbuttoned his jeans and took them off , followed by his boxers. His big dick sprang free and I gasped at his size. He was bigger and thicker than I thought. He grabbed it at the base and pumped it a few times. He heard me moan. "Are you ready for this, babygirl?" I couldn't answer. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me down the bed towards him. Pushing my legs as far back as they would go he positioned himself on top of me and rubbed the head up and down my slit, coating it with my juices. "Watch." he commanded. "Watch your tight pussy take it." And he began to push it inside me. I felt the pressure immediately and I couldn't take my eyes off it. My lips were parted and I was sweating and breathing hard. He pushed more in and then pulled out and slowly forced it in again, inch by inch until I pushed his chest away. "Relax your muscles, baby." I was so full and stretched to the limit. It hurt but he stayed true to his word and took it slow. He stayed inside me for a few seconds feeling my muscles contracting around him. I looked up at him. His face was so tense. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I know he was holding back. When my breathing normalized, he pulled out slowly and then buried himself in me again. This time was easier since I've gotten accustomed to his girth. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders as he pulled out and thrust into me again. I felt like I was folded in half under him. The pleasure started to increase tremendously, as did his tempo. I dug my nails into his shoulders. "James...oh goddd!!" He began pounding me. "Take it baby." he groaned. I began to cum and screamed his name again. He never stopped fucking me. He slowed down and released my thighs, letting me wrap them around his waist, and kissed me. A few more powerful thrusts, and I felt him swell even bigger. He pulled out quickly, and came with a groan all over my belly. Collapsing on top of me, he buried his face between my neck and shoulder. A few minutes later, he lifted his head and grinned. "You have no idea how tight you are..." he said. "Jesus..."