Sam’s so big that Jess is afraid it isn’t gonna work; but he goes down so easily, getting on his hands and knees, ass in the air. The best part is, she can see how flustered he is, cheeks pink against the sheets, chest and back flushed.
She nudges the tip of her strap-on at his hole - - he’s as open as she could get him. She’d fucked him on three fingers, but the size of her fingers doesn’t even begin to compare to the size of this toy.
He jerks a little, breathing heavily. “Is everything okay?”
“‘Course, sugar. Just admiring you. It’s really not fair that you’re pretty everywhere, you know. Take a deep breath.”
Sam does, and she starts to push in, groaning. God, if this thing was a real cock - - she can’t even imagine how it’d be feeling right now, squeezed nice an’ tight like a vice.
He whimpers, gripping the sheets. Poor boy has never had anything large down there, and he’s just takin’ it like a true champ.
“God, Sam,” Jess groans, petting his back. “You’re so good for me, huh?”
“‘m good,” he repeats, gasping.
She bottoms out, and holds herself there, admiring the cling of his hole around her cock, and hums softly. “You okay, baby?”
“I know, but you’re doin’ so good.” She slowly starts to move, gripping his hips - even on his hands like this, he’s still tall.
She fucks him as hard as she their positions will allow; really going deep, stabbing at his prostate. Her own orgasm’s building, just from watching his face, and hearing his soft noises of pleasure.
“Jess…” he whispers. “Please.”
She reaches down between his legs, stroking him in time to her thrusts. She didn’t really think he’d get off untouched the first time, but a girl can hope. “Easy, darling. There you go.” She spasms, groaning softly as she comes, fingers tightening on Sam’s dick.
It spurs him, too, and he’s spurting all over his belly, her fingers, and the sheets, hole contracting around the toy.
Jess hits the button on the toy, then, and the warm, sticky (completely safe!) liquid in there spurts inside Sam, filling him up as he continues to shake and shudder.
He’s not expecting it, ‘cause he cries out, gasping in pleasure.
She pulls out slowly, watching it leak from his hole, groaning softly. “God, Sam. I had to. I had to see.” She swipes her finger over him, rubbing a circle over his messy, pink hole. “Looks beautiful, baby.”
Sam finally collapses onto the bed. “Jess…”
Jess pulls the strap-on off, and climbs up beside him, pulling his big body to her. “Thank you,” she whispers, kissing his nose. “That was so fuckin’ good, Sam.”
Sam rests his head in the crook of her neck, groaning. “Felt so good.”
She smirks. “Knew it would, sweetheart.”