I was…full.
There was no other way to describe the feeling of having his entire cock in my pussy.
Full, and unable to get fuller.
I had all of him, and I was unsure what to do.
It was a weird feeling.
One that I’d never experienced before.
It wasn’t a good thing or a bad.
But I had a feeling that it could go either way.
“Shit,” Gentry said. “Still. Still.”
I hadn’t realized that I was writhing down on his cock until he caught me by the hips and forced me to freeze.
My pussy kept trying to spasm, failing to make room for him inside of me.
“Relax,” he soothed. “You have all of me now.”
I did.
And now I realized why he’d wanted me to wait.
Because I felt like I was being split in two.
I found that I liked it, though.
I liked being filled by Gentry.
My pussy was clenching and unclenching, ready for more.
But it had no clue what it was asking for.
“I…” I trailed off when he thumbed my clit.
My hips jerked at the small touch.
Barely there but…
Enough.
Enough to make me loosen up slightly.
He spread my own wetness around my clit in circles, slow and steady, forcing my mind to think of pleasurable things instead of how full I was.
“There, baby,” he said against my cheek, his breath fanning my ear. “Feel how loose you’re getting. Move those hips a little.”
I moved them.
A little.
I groaned at the feel of him so deep inside of me.
He continued to work my clit, slow and steady, until I was moving on my own.