Marcus adjusts himself so his enormous cock is lined up with my hole, pushing against the pinkness.
“Oh god,” I moan, widening my thighs in anticipation as the head nudges me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.”
True to his word, Marcus eases his large member into my waiting pussy. I’m so wet that he could probably slip right in, but I appreciate that he’s giving me a chance to adjust. I lift myself to my elbows and throw my head back, getting stretched so hard.
“Take me all the way, Addy,” Marcus hisses. “You can do it.”
I tense a bit, but then relax and sure enough, within seconds, he’s balls deep with only the root visible between my pink lips.
“Fuck me, Marcus,” I pant. “Oh god, I need it!”
With a predatory grin, he does as he’s told. Marcus pulls all the way out before filling me up once again and I swear, I’ve never been stuffed so full. His cock is huge enough that it feels like it goes all the way up to my throat, and my curves jiggle as he continues to pound my pussy.
“Oh, Marcus. Fuck!”
“Come on my cock, sweetheart. Do it.”
My body reacts to his words. My pussy contracts once again before dissolving into tremors as I wail with need. Then, Marcus plunges deep inside me one last time and ejaculates violently, filling me with lash after lash of thick, viscous seed.
I pant, absorbing his semen into my body. My pussy feels used, and yet so good too. Slowly, he pulls out and we both watch as a string of semen connects the tip of his dick to my pussy. Finally, it breaks and we both laugh a little. He kisses me gently and pushes the hair from my eyes.
“That was amazing, Addy. I knew you’d be wonderful.”
I smile, still breathless.
“It was, wasn’t it? But I wasn’t expecting this to happen tonight.”
“How do you feel?”
I smile mischievously.
“Like I want it to happen again.”
Marcus chuckles, his blue eyes bright. “Don’t worry, Addy. There’s plenty more where that came from because I’ve got a huge supply for you.”
Then, he whisks me into his arms and takes me to the master bedroom. We explore one another’s bodies again and again until the gray light of dawn peeps through his curtains. Only then, sated and filled, do I fall asleep against Marcus’s chest. The handsome man is broad, bronzed, and so warm, and without a doubt, I know that this is where I belong.
7
Marcus
Addy’s everything I’ve ever wanted, but the question is: what does she want? I’m an older man. I’m forty-five, and I’ve seen the world, but there’s still something lacking in my life, and that thing is a wife and children. I’d love to have kids, but my ex was a skinny bitch afraid of losing her figure to pregnancy, and nixed that idea soon after we were married. I regret we didn’t talk about it before the marriage certificate was signed, but back then we were young and in love. I was sure Marissa would change her mind in the future.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Marissa stuck to her guns, and as a result, it’s just one of the many reasons we divorced. I’m not ready to give up on my dream of having children, and clearly, my ex-wife was the opposite. But when one door closes, another one opens, and now, my mind drifts to Addy.
She’s lush. Gorgeous. Round. She’s got the type of body built for having children, and I’ve sampled the sweetness between her legs and sipped at those big breasts multiple times now. I’d love to get her pregnant, and then keep her pregnant for as long as she’s willing because she’d be a perfect mother. But is that what Addy wants? I’m getting ahead of myself. We just started dating, and I’ve already got her in my crosshairs.
My car pulls up in front of Addy’s apartment building, and the curvy girl’s already standing outside looking as beautiful as ever. She’s dressing sexier now, and I love it. The red dress hugs her curves, and she has strappy red heels and a red purse to match.
I jump out of the car to press a kiss to her cheek, inhaling her floral scent.
“You look great,” I murmur. “Ready to go?”
“Thanks,” Addy says with a faint blush on her cheeks. “Yes, definitely.”
We both slide into the car, and the sedan pulls back into traffic, headed to a fancy Italian restaurant. The curvy girl settles against my side, and I marvel at this affectionate girl. When I was with Marissa, we sat on opposite sides of the car, not touching if possible. She was always afraid I’d ruin her hair, make-up, or clothes, and by the end, I didn’t want to touch her. She was like a statue, and just as cold and forbidding.
When we arrive at the restaurant, Addy and I are immediately seated in a private booth in the back. It’s luxe with red leather seats, low lighting, and a white tablecloth.
“Can I start you with anything to drink?” the waiter asks while bowing slightly. I nod.
“A cab please. Your best bottle.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be right back.”
Addy looks around, breathing in the luxury.
“This is amazing, Marcus. You spoil me.”
“I love spoiling you, sweetheart. You deserve it.”
She giggles a bit.
“I love being spoiled too. Thank you.”
At that moment, the waiter returns with our wine and we order from the menu. I go with the chicken parm, of course, and Addy goes for the eggplant parm. Despite its luxe décor, this restaurant is known for its parm dishes, so they’re both great choices.
“So tell me, how was your
