Chapter 40 Chapter Forty - Gabriella
“Wh-what?” I stammer, staring into his hypnotic liquid silver eyes.
“I know I tend to underestimate you as a human, but I’m very certain your hearing is perfectly fine,” he says with a sly smirk.
“Hardy-har-har,” I say sarcastically. “Everything I said didn’t mean we have to have sex now, I’m okay waiting if it’s what you want.”
He places his large finger on my lips to silence me, making them burn pleasurably as a warm smile peeks out through his snow-white beard. “I’ve wanted you since the night I saw you in that club and every night since. Not giving in to my desire for you has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I liken it to torture.”
I chuckle and place a tender kiss against his finger. “It’s been torture for me too.”
“Are you implying my tongue hasn’t been sufficient?” He leans in, peppering soft, tender kisses down my neck making my entire body tingle as my breathing hitches.
“Your tongue should be declared one of your superpowers,” I say between breaths.
My hands travel up his arms, feeling his muscles beneath the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt. My hands make their way to his buttons, and I undo them as his tongue teases the shell of my ear making heat pool in my loins and my pussy feel like a dam about to burst.
“So, then how has this been torture for you?” he asks as his hands glide up my thighs and lift my shirt off over my head. His large hand cups my cheek as his bright eyes stare into mine, his fingers slipping into my hair as he holds my head in place.
“Because as amazing as your mouth and hands are, they’re not the part of you I crave the most.”
I reach out, cupping his rock-hard cock through his slacks, licking my lips as I try to process the meaty package he’s keeping hidden from me. I give his cock a gentle squeeze, massaging him through his slacks and watch his eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth drops open into that perfect, blissful O that he has caused me so many times and I feel like a steel rod has been shot up my back. He’s finally letting me touch him! Houston, we have lift-off!
His lips are on mine before I have a chance to blink, devouring me like I’m his last meal. I fight to keep up as he sucks on my lips hard, coaxing a moan from me. I inch closer, undoing his pants with my free hand as I continue to rub his cock through his slacks; so close but still so far. His tongue skims across my lips to soothe the swelling I already feel, but it’s only a prelude before his tongue is in my mouth, exploring it and claiming it as his own. I moan into his kisses, my tongue fighting for dominance with his and making my thighs slick.
All too soon he pulls away, getting off the bed and standing at the foot of it, once again having to duck slightly to avoid putting a head-sized hole in my ceiling. My stomach drops, fearing he’s changed his mind, but instead, he removes his shirt entirely and the sight before me makes my mouth salivate. My mouth and pussy are completely soaked as is fighting with each other on which gets to make his cock wet first.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I gaze upon his muscular body, watching the way each muscle flexes with every movement he makes. When they came up with the term ‘God-like’ this is what they meant. His bronze skin glows in the light of my loft, his gigantic stature appearing out of place in this small space and yet I feel it in my bones, this is where he’s meant to be. He’s meant to be with me. All 7’9 inches of him.
With his eyes on mine, he unzips his pants fully and slowly pushes his slacks and briefs to the floor, his monster of a cock springing free of its cage causing me to audibly gulp while my eyes blow wide. He steps out of his pants and shoes and stands there eyeing me with hunger in his eyes. His tongue skims across his bottom lip and his cock twitches so strongly it flips up and hits his stomach with a resounding smack.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I sputter.
“Not accustomed to a cock this size?” he questions in amusement.
I stare at him in disbelief and a little bit of fear. How many human men does he think are walking around with 12-inch dicks? TWELVE. Derrick would be so disappointed, one inch shy of his ideal size, but a toy is one fucking thing, this is a real giant dick staring me right in the face.
“Of course, I’m not fucking accustomed! There is no way you’re putting that inside me. I’m pretty sure even attempting to could be deemed assault with a deadly weapon.”
He throws his head back and laughs boisterously, his dick bobbing menacingly as he laughs. “I’ve heard many things in my time, but that’s definitely a first. You look terrified,” he teases.
“You’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?”
“I am actually,” he says with a bright grin.
“I’m sorry, I know a pussy can stretch, but come on. My vagina is not a black hole, it doesn’t have infinite space to fit a dick that size,” I argue.
He quirks an eyebrow and places his hands on his hips and to my utter shock, his dick starts to…shrink. I blink, thinking I’ve killed the mood and he’s going soft, but no. He’s still harder than a diamond, his dick is just getting…smaller. First by one inch, then by two until it’s at least down to 10 inches.
“Is this more suitable?” he asks unbothered.
“Di-did you just…change the size of your dick?” I shriek in disbelief.
“This is just a vessel; one I can alter to my preference. There are some things I can’t change, but this is an easy fix,” he says with a smug tone.
Did I just land myself a guy who comes with a customisable cock? What I wouldn’t give to flaunt this in Derrick’s face.
I crawl across the bed – suppressing my amazement – and kneel in front of him, my hands slowly gliding up his thighs as I look from his dick to his eyes. “A bit smaller.” His eyebrow raises further, questioningly, but he nods in compliance. I watch in amazement as his dick starts to shrink down to 8 inches. “Little more,” I instruct.
“Seriously?” he asks in surprise. “How small do you want it exactly?”
“At least six inches,” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Six?!”
“I would prefer five, but I’m willing to settle for six.”
He shakes his head, looking utterly flabbergasted but doesn’t argue. I’m delightedly surprised as I watch his dick go down to six spectacular inches that I know I can take. No one can ever say he is insecure about his masculinity, he just willing shrank his dick just to please me. But then again, I guess a dick is just an accessory to a God.
I run my hands up the planes of his chest, caressing him as he wraps his strong arms around me. “Can you make it a little thicker?” I ask coquettishly.
He smirks, “You definitely know what you want.”
I press myself against him, feeling his cock swell between my breasts, as erotic ideas filter through my mind.
“I can honestly say I’ve never had an experience like this before.” He smirks.
“That makes two of us.”
I reach up, endeavouring to wrap my arms around his neck with no luck. Jartre quickly takes pity on me, and bends down, holding my body weight in one arm, guiding us back on the bed and laying me down, nestling himself between my legs. He slowly lowers his body onto mine, but not enough to crush me, his eyes not leaving mine for a single second. His hand glides up my back as his other hand slowly makes its way up my leg, hitching my leg to his hip as his hand continues up my thigh.
My eyes roll back as his touch sends shivers of pleasure throughout my body. I reach out to caress him, feeling his velvet skin beneath my fingers and the bumps and dips of every muscle. He slowly presses his cock against my pussy, and I let out a wanton moan as the sensation feels utterly indescribable. He carefully grinds his cock between my folds, the tip perfectly brushing over my clit with every motion, making me pant.
He reaches his hand up, cupping my cheek as his fingers slip into my hair. “Open your eyes,” he instructs as I hear the minor laboured pants in his breath.
I open my eyes to see his burning brightly like two guiding lights leading me home. I take his face in my hands, copying the move he uses so often with me, combing my fingers through his hair to keep it pinned back so I can look at his glorious face.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I breathe out.