Of course he is ready!

Chris nodded, and she held him to her parted, hungry entrance.

“Then do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”

Chris moved, and she came. As his crown entered her their combined arousal eased his penetration. It was a slow thrust, almost agonizing in its control. Chris slid himself into her while staring her in the eyes, and he watched the orgasm crawl up her spine in slow motion as her eyes gradually opened wider and wider while her jaw quivered. She held him by the shoulders as he opened her cervix and entered her womb, and she came a second time and then a third time when his testicles came to rest against her peach.

Delirious with pleasure and moaning like a whore, she hugged him close. “Oh! Oh, God! Chris!” Holding him by the shoulders, she sat back to stare at their joined bodies. She can see a hint of his muscular stomach flexing as he held himself inside of her. Meanwhile, her tiny glove is stretched wide around his thick shaft, glistening in arousal but also slightly swollen. Morgan flexed and moaned. “Oh. My. God. Chris, your dick is just so big. I swear, you’re going to ruin me for my husband!”

Chris twitched inside of her when he heard that, and Morgan cooed and smiled, holding him again by the shoulder as she leaned back to watch his slow retreat. He moved slowly, easing out of her until only his crown remained inside of her. His shaft glistened as he entered her again, his movements slow and careful to make up for his inexperience. It was only their third time together, his third time at all, and while he seemed more comfortable, his only real improvement was his endurance.

Morgan didn’t mind. Her body seemed programmed for him, and that more than made up for his lack of technique. Every little movement he made turned her on or enhanced her pleasure, and even his clumsiest, aimless, arhythmic thrusts in the past were the best sex of her life. Now slow and methodical, it allowed her time to enjoy his shaft and to watch him open her, but she missed the reckless animal passion of before, as well as the added joy of his heavy ballsack hammering her in tandem.

Looking into his knitted brow, Morgan smiled to see his concentration. “That’s right, big boy, slow and steady wins the race. Take your time and enjoy yourself,” she moaned. “You’ve earned this.” Her toes curled as the third thrust drove her to her fourth orgasm. Eyes closed, she purred, “Mm. If you keep this up, I might have to start putting out for Bs.”

Hearing this, Chris hardened and picked up speed. Planting his hands on her hips, he held her steady as he hammered into her depths. Morgan came again and again now that his balls were slapping her bottom and, holding him tight, she held her eyes closed to ride out the mingling climaxes, which met and mixed into one lingering orgasm. Her legs went numb from the pleasure Chris was giving her.

“Oh! God! Chris! Yes! Oh, yes! YES!”

Morgan hugged him close and kissed his shoulder to contain her screams. Chris’ hip movements had increased dramatically in this short time, but his size continued to be his defining strength. She wrapped her legs around him and held him into the depths of her cervix. Pulling him to her, she kissed him deeply, tongues dancing, drinking his saliva like it was nectar. As they parted, she was breathless with Chris wilting inside of her, his hot seed left in her womb in place of his dick.

Chris gasped while holding her. “I’m sorry!”

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