All that war. Or whatever the hell else you been doin' in Chicago. And you back here in front of me. Two arms, two legs, two eyes, and a brain that work. How you know I ain't pray and work every root my grandmama taught me to keep you and that crazy brother of yours safe every day since you been gone?
You still got that mojo bag.
How do you think each twin would deal with a girl running or putting her hand on his stomach during sex?
If she tries to run from Smoke dick:
Smoke wouldnāt let her get more than an inch. The moment he feels her hips shift or her body try to re oil from the sheer size and thickness of his dick his reaction would be instantaneous and physical. He wouldnāt shout or ask why, he would simply react.
Heād reach out with those large, calloused hands and seize her hips in a vice grip. He would haul her back against him with a brutal, singular motion, pinning her firmly against the mattress or the wall. Heād lean in close, his chest hard against her back because we know this man love to bend you over. Then he would speak in a low gravelly rumble against her ear or her neck.
āWhere you think you goinā?ā
He would use his weight to anchor her, ensuring she feels every inch of that dick pressing into her. Heād slowly drive that thick dick back in her. Smoke doesnāt do āgentleā when he feels her slipping away or trying to run. He takes control. There is no exit until heās finished.
Heās keeping that stroke, he wants you crying on the dick.
When she presses her palm against his stomach or chest to push back:
Itās a signal, her saying ādaddy, itās too much.ā Or āI canāt take it.ā When heās stretching her past her limit.
Smoke donāt react with hesitation he only gets triggered by her body fighting the girth and length of him. It makes his deepest, most possessive instincts come to life. Smoke aināt a man of many words, and he isnāt one for gentle reassurance. To him, her resistance isnāt a request to stop itās a sign that he successfully claimed every single inch of her.
Smoke will lean his full, heavy weight forward, pin her deeper into the mattress or the wall with either his hands on the backs of her thighs/knees. He may even bear hug her while he in it. He catches her wrists in one of his large hands with a steel grip and pin her arm above her head or firmly against his own chest.
He would hold her there, frozen and stretched, letting her feel the thickness of him pulsing deep inside her. Then with a slow, brutal efficiency, he would begin to drive back into her, heād use his hips to grind his dick directly against her most sensitive spots, forcing her body to accommodate his size. Every thrust is a heavy, thudding impact that reminds her exactly who owns her. He wonāt stop until her nails start to claw at his shoulders, his chest, his abs.
If she tries to run or pull away from his dick:
Stack wouldnāt react like Smoke. Instead, heād treat it as a challenge, a playful game of cat and mouse. The moment he feels her recoil from his big dick he wouldnāt just grab her heād tease her about it.
He might let her slide back just an inch, only to catch her by the waist with a low, melodic chuckle. Heād pull her back toward him with a sliding, sensual friction that makes her skin tingle. Heād lean in, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a smooth, honeyed tone that vibrates through her entire body.
āNow, where you goinā, sugar? We just gettinā to the best part,ā heād whisper.
Stack uses his charisma to coax her back, kissing her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers to distract her from the intimidation of his size. But once he had her settled, the āpretty gangsterā disappears and the predator emerges. Heād grip her thighs, hoisting them higher over his shoulders to open her up completely. He would slide back in her with a slow, agonizing pace, watching her face with a smug, knowing grin. He wants her to feel the stretch to feel the way his dick sits perfectly against her spot.
When she presses her palm against Stackās stomach, that frantic, trembling push that tells him itās too much:
That his girth is stretching her to a breaking point. Stack donāt react like Smoke. Instead, heād react with that chuckle and that smirk. To Stack, her resistance isnāt a signal to stop itās a compliment. Itās the ultimate validation of his masculinity. He treats her struggle like a game heās won.
Stack doesnāt pin her down with force he uses his charisma to dismantle her panic. He leans back just a fraction to look in her eyes. Heās got that predatory grin with deep dimples popping as he watches her expression of overwhelming desire. Heāll let her hand stay there for a moment, feeling the heat of her hand against his flexed muscles before slowly wrapping his fingers around her wrist and kissing the inside of it with his eyes still locked. Then he makes his voice sound all smooth and sexy.
āNow, babyā¦you know you want every single inch of this. Donāt lie to me. I can feel how tight you grippinā me. You just a little overwhelmed by how big I am, aināt you?ā
Then heāll guidance her hand down from his stomach, sliding her palm over the hard ridge of his hip and then directly into the base of his dick, forcing her to feel the thick, pulsing vein and the heavy weight of him as he remains buried deep inside her. He wants her to acknowledge the size of him, to feel the way his dick sits deep.
Then he moves, driving that dick at a slow pace. He pulls back until heās almost out to tease her with the sensation of emptiness then heās sliding back in with a steady pressure that makes her toes curl. All while watching her face and savoring every reaction.
āJust breath for meā¦open up for daddy. Take it all. Iām gonā fill you up so full.ā
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