From up above, Wylis looked down at her, a vision of lust and perfection. Her hair framed her flushed face, her breasts still rising and falling from breathlessness. She looked divine there, her slender body kneeling, her violet eyes filled with desire. So beautiful, and yet so filthy in that moment, face hovering near the very cock she'd been grinding on. His shaft, hard and thick, looked almost comically large next to her elegant features and wide doe-like, astonished eyes. It was bigger than her face, veined, swollen, waiting.
She reached out hesitantly and wrapped one hand around his cock. Her eyes went wide with shock as her hands barely covered the length and girth. She pulled the foreskin back unintentionally, revealing the cockhead; engorged, gleaming, flushed dark and soft-looking, fat and needy.
Wylis placed his hand over hers and guided the motion, wrapping her grip tighter and showing her the slow, proper stroke.
She picked it up quickly, her palm gliding along the heavy length, fascinated by the way it throbbed in her touch. His cock pulsed, jumping in her grip, twitching with every glide of her hand.
"You can also use your mouth. Don't try to take too much," he said.
She nodded with breathless eagerness, following his lead like it was a command from a superior.
With zero hesitation, she opened her soft, plump lips and wrapped them around the swollen head. Her eyes widened again at the stretch, at the taste, and she tried to take more; far too much.
"Gck…."
The thick cockhead pushed to the back of her throat and she gagged, choking slightly, her lips glossy and trembling around him.
"You do know that this isn't a normal size. I'm much, much bigger than most men," he said, a bit proud.
"I…uh… I guessed that much," Ashara murmured, breath shaky, eyes still wide in disbelief.
Determined to please, she leaned in again and gave it another try; but her jaw already ached, and her glossy lips could barely manage the width. So instead, she dragged her tongue along the thick shaft, slowly, sloppily, licking it like it was a frozen treat. The sounds were obscene; wet, smacking, strings of spit trailing as she lapped at him like a woman gone feral.
For Wylis, it was overwhelming. Not just her beauty but also her identity aroused him to no end.
The hot slickness of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock sent fire racing up his spine. Her licks were untrained, raw, but utterly devoted; and that made them perfect. Each wet swipe of her tongue felt scorching hot. Someone so beautiful, so noble, down on her knees, turning his cock into a sloppy, dripping mess. His heart thundered, his balls tightened, and his control wavered dangerously.
Wylis let out a deep grunt and pressed a large hand to the back of her head, guiding her downward until her tongue reached his balls.
She hesitated for only a second. The texture was wrinkled, foreign, not at all what she'd ever imagined herself tasting. Once, just the idea of putting her mouth there would've made her gag. But now? Now it made her pulse race. It was sinful and forbidden, and that made it thrilling. Maybe it was madness. Maybe it was just him. That towering man, thick and hot in her mouth, trembling and twitching from her suckles, made the unthinkable feel irresistible.
She sealed her lips around his balls with shocking hunger, taking them in greedily as she sucked, drawing sharp breaths through her nose, her cheeks hollowing with effort. Her spit-covered hands worked his cock like she was possessed, twisting and stroking, wringing it from root to tip like she was trying to drain every last drop. Her motions turned frantic, messy, deliciously obscene.
And Wylis felt he was getting closer to the edge.
"I… I think that's enough," he growled and clutched her shoulders with both hands, fingers curling tight into her flesh. "Climb up."
She obeyed instantly, like it was a command she'd been waiting for.
Wylis laid her down on his bed, guiding her flat onto her back, and settled between her legs. His massive form pushed her thighs apart easily, spreading her open beneath him. He stared down at her untouched cunt; tight and pink, barely parted, dark curls above glistening folds.
Ashara was a true virgin, he knew. But seeing his cock at her entrance, so large against her tight slit, made him question everything. Still, she was tall, taller than Lyanna, and he reasoned she could take it. She'd have to.
Plap!
For a bit of fun and encouragement, he slapped his veiny length onto her gleaming cunt. He loved the way she inhaled sharply, stifling a gasp with that blushing face of hers, and got even more excited.
He pressed the fat crown of his cock against her impossibly tight entrance, letting it rest right there. But just as he was about to breach her, he felt her soft palm against his chest; hesitant, trembling.
Her eyes welled with tears.
Wylis paused, towering over her, taking in the beauty of her bare body. Those gorgeous breasts rising and falling with each breath, her flushed cheeks, her lips parted with both heat and fear. But her eyes… they no longer looked sure.
"It's alright, let's not cross that line then." He offered her solace by pulling his cock back, thick, wet and pulsing. "I won't do it unless you want me to."
Hearing that, Ashara smiled so brightly it stunned him. The fear melted from her expression like morning mist. She must have felt so small beneath him, his frame blanketing hers like a canopy. His hips pressed her down into the mattress, stretching her legs open wide, it must've felt like she'd been trapped by a boulder.
"I… I'm sorry, Wylis. I just… Let's do this then… Ah!"
Before she could finish, his mouth found her breasts. He latched on, sucking deeply, tongue teasing her tight, flushed nipples with broad strokes. They were perfect, soft handfuls tipped with pale rose, and he worshiped them with greedy attention. He had her, Ashara Dayne, on the bed, and it was a waste not to savor her more in other ways.
"We have another way of doing this, Ashara."
With ease, he flipped over her light body carefully, settling her prone on the bed, face down. Her legs straight, ass slightly lifted, she gasped as he climbed atop her, straddling the backs of her thighs. He then leaned forward and lowered his chest until it crushed against her entire back, his massive form blanketing hers entirely. Their faces were close, her cheek pressed into the sheets, breath shuddering, as he looked down.
He pushed his cock between her thighs, hot, slick, throbbing with hunger. Her untouched flesh hugged him, tight and marshmallowy soft. Even though he wasn't inside her cunt, it didn't matter. The sensation was enough to make his cock twitch wildly. Her leaking cunt was right there, petals flushed and glistening, brushing against the crown of his cock with every motion.
"I won't take your maidenhead, Ashara but… forgive me, I need this tonight."
As if she understood his meaning, she nodded. "I… trust you."
And with that, Wylis started to fuck her thighs; slow at first, pushing his thick shaft back and forth between them, skin slapping softly, heat building fast. He squeezed his straddling knees tighter, in turn making her straight legs squeeze around his cock more, her thighs becoming more snug.
The more he moved, the more her pussy responded, slick and needy, her juices running freely. His cock's long, girthy, length rubbed against her entrance with each thrust, smearing her essence along his length. Her pussy was scorching now, practically leaking, lips parted just enough that with a shift of his hips, he could've slipped inside.
But he didn't.
"Ummmphhh…. Ohhh… Umgh…." She moaned into the bedding, gritting her pearly whites and biting the sheets. This was all new to her, her first-ever experience with a man in bed. But it was oh so arousing and exciting.
The bed creaked beneath them, the worn wood straining with every grind of his massive hips. The bedding shifted, twisted, crumpling beneath their bodies. Wylis was all over her; seven feet of heavy, sweat-slicked muscle pressing her down into the mattress like she was naught. And Ashara moaned, long and low, as she felt his thick rod plowing between her thighs, her pussy lips parting wetly over each bump of his cock.
"Ummmh… gods…" she whimpered, her voice muffled by the bedding. Her clit throbbed with each pass, perking out and needy. Her thighs trembled. The friction was maddening.
Wylis let out a grunt. His voice rasped, thick with greed. "Fuck… your skin… so soft, so wet and silky. I'm… so close."
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