Page 78 of Whistleblower
Staring at Linc who is completely naked, cuffed to this massive bed, is intimidating for so many reasons. For starters, I never thought I’d look at a man’s penis and wish it was a little smaller. Either because of, or in spite of, his massive dick, he really is the perfect male specimen. Every groove and ridge of his body is cut deep, showing off his toned muscles. They aren’t the kind of muscles that are simply for show from hours at the gym. Linc’s muscles are beautifully forged from his strength and agility.
My eyes land on his eager erection again, watching the tip begin to glisten. He must see me leering, because he suddenly says, “Don’t even think about putting it in your mouth, Bambi. I’ll come too fast and then good luck getting off when I’m soft.”
This whole thing is ridiculous. It’s not going to work and it’s too much pressure.
Then again…isn’t that what you asked him for? Pressure?
“I don’t know where to start,” I confess.
“Do you want me to tell you?”
It’s not that I’m suddenly sheepish in the bedroom. It’s just all moving so fast. I had a dirty dream about Linc shortly after meeting him. I woke up that night sweating, flushed, and damp between the legs. What we’re doing in real life just a few weeks later is ten times more erotic than my literal dreams.
“Yes,” I say firmly. “Please.”
He lifts his head off the pillow to get a better visual of me. “Climb off of me and take off your panties.”
Once my bare ass is on the comforter next to him, I trace my finger down the wall of his chest, rustling the scant blond chest hair. “Why this game?” I ask. “I’m going to disappoint you. It’ll be awkward when it doesn’t work.”
He reaches for me, forgetting for a second that he’s bound, making a ruckus with the metal clanking. He groans, already annoyed with his own game.
“There’s no disappointing me, Bambi. You’ll see. What was, can change. It’ll feel different with me.”
I kiss his pec before straddling him again. As I slide back down his body, I purposely rub my crease against his cock. He groans miserably, reminding me of the power I currently hold. We’re both counting on me to find relief tonight.
Positioning his tip at my entrance, I wiggle a bit, coating his tip with my wetness. His arousal and mine work together as an inviting cocktail, and I slide over the first half of his erection with ease. Between the two of us there’s a grunt, a groan, a plea, and a whimper. I’m not entirely sure which of us is making which noises.
I take another inch and feel the resistance. He’s too much—too big. This is the worst position for his colossal proportions, but at the same time, fuck, does it feel good. I’m so full and tight and swollen with Linc burrowing into me that it validates his earlier sentiment—this is different. This is new.
I sink down another inch, gasping as I stretch my limits.
“Holy shit, Eden. Your pussy has a death grip. You feel so fucking good, baby. Go slow.”
One more inch and my eyes are watering. I feel stuffed to the brim, ready to burst, but not from pain, just from the pressure. It’s already way too much, but I still want more. It’s like standing in the middle of the ocean, staring below into the dark depths, unable to see a damn thing from up here. Below the surface, it could be peaceful…it could be war. I don’t know. But curiosity is king…
I have to dive in.
“Fuck,” Linc groans as I sink down, swallowing the remainder of his dick. When the backs of my thighs land on the tops of his, I feel Linc’s balls jostling against my bare ass. He’s trying hard to stay still and let me run the show.
He grunts between shallow breaths. “Take your time.”
“Are you okay?” I ask. My words sound garbled in my mind like I’m somewhere far away, watching this unfold.
“I’m in heaven, baby. How’s my whole cock feel?”
I dig my fingers into his chest hard. My nails, manicured short and rounded, are far too tame to do any damage to his skin. “You’re so big, Linc. I can feel you in my throat.”
“Good girl. Use it, get yourself off.”
Beginning slowly, I bounce on top of him with my knees on either side of his obliques that feel like they were cut from marble. For a while, it’s perfect. His length and girth are beyond satiating and I enjoy myself for a long time, listening to his moans of gratitude. I get drunk off of his praise. I love the words coming out of his mouth—you’re so beautiful…so tight…such a fucking angel…you’re ruining me, woman…you’re mine, Eden.
But eventually, as it always does, the chatter in my mind starts. How much longer? If this isn’t enough, nothing is. Stop thinking so much. He’s bored. My thighs start to burn and fatigue. My arousal fades. Lust is replaced by worry. What was deliciously gratifying starts to become uncomfortable as his erection drags against my walls. The last part is the worst…
Because of course Linc notices.
He’s in the well, he can tell when it’s dried up.
“Are you okay?” His eyes are open now, no longer closed in pure delight.