Her plea, a raw and sacred thing, hung in the air between them.
My grip on my cock tightened, the sheer, rigid weight of it a testament to the power she had just handed over. I didn't make her wait. I didn't tease. I lowered myself to my knees before her, a god kneeling before his most fervent worshipper.
"Look at me," I commanded, my voice a low growl.
Her tear-streaked face lifted, her eyes burning with a devotion so profound it was terrifying.
I took my cock in hand and guided the thick, blunt head to her entrance. I wasn't long, but my god, I was magnificently, monstrously thick of her liking. I watched her eyes widen as she felt the sheer, unforgiving girth against her delicate, swollen folds. I watched the very tip part her slick lips, a bifurcation of flesh.
My cock was a heavy, thick column of flesh, the head dark and flared, a single, clear bead of fluid welling at the slit.
