A few years earlier, when she was still my girlfriend, we were lounging on my couch. She had dozed off, her phone resting on the armrest beside her.
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Suddenly, a message buzzed in from an unknown number: “I bet you miss this big cock filling you up.” My heart pounded as disbelief washed over me.
Then came the photos. At first, a few images showed his soft, impressive length slipping from his shorts. Soft, yet as large as I was hard, with heavy, substantial testicles.
Next, a shot of him fully erect, his two large hands gripping his impressive cock, the head and a couple of inches of the thick shaft exposed. He was in remarkable shape.
Then, an image that stole my breath: my girlfriend, eyes intense, taking that enormous cock deeply into her mouth. Her haircut marked the pictures as years old, but shock still coursed through me.
Despite our healthy sex life, these images unsettled me. We were intimate nearly every night, and I knew how to please her — I never felt inadequate, not until I saw the hunger in her eyes in that photo.
A sudden noise from the TV stirred her awake. My pulse raced, my arousal undeniable. She rubbed her eyes and asked, “Sorry, I dozed off. How’s the movie?”
Embarrassed, I muttered, “It’s fine. You didn’t miss much.” She leaned over my lap to retrieve her phone, brushing past the hardness pressing beneath my shorts.
“Oh, hello! I thought we’d taken care of you earlier,” she winked, referencing our long afternoon session. She kissed my cheek softly. “I’m pretty tired tonight. Rain check, sweetie. I have to pee.”
She sauntered towards the bathroom in her tank top and boy shorts, unlocking her phone as she went. Pausing briefly, she scrolled through messages before continuing on.
I couldn’t help but watch her, torn between admiring her stunning figure and imagining that massive cock inside her.
The bathroom ritual she followed before sex echoed in my ears — the faucet running, the electric toothbrush buzzing. Then the door opened.
Standing naked in the doorway, she smiled. “Hi.”
“Hey,” I replied.
She settled onto my lap, pressing her mouth to mine with fervor, grinding against me. My hand traced down her back and to the apex of her slick folds. Sliding effortlessly inside, she gasped, soaking me.
“Fill me up,” she whispered—the same words as the message that had struck me earlier.
“You want this big cock?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” she answered, her voice trembling.
The new title — “Daddy” — surprised me, a tantalizing mystery. She pleaded, “Please, Daddy. I need it.”
I responded with urgency, pushing deep on the first thrust. She rode me fiercely, hands clawing at my back, desperate and wild.
“Fuck me, Daddy, harder,” she moaned in my ear. “Bite me.”
I marked her neck with teeth, and she cried out, squirting over my stomach in an eruption fiercer than any before.
Locked in her embrace, I released inside her, holding her through the tremors.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. She blushed, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “I don’t know what came over me… Wow.” She kissed me deeply. “I need a moment. Join me when you’re done.”
As I headed to the bathroom, I glanced back. She was already texting, her phone glowing in her hand.
An unexpected surge of desire hit me anew, confusing and intoxicating. I recalled she’d shared her phone passcode for a delivery app — a small key that suddenly felt weighty in my hands.
I needed to see those photos again. Minutes after climax, I was more turned on than ever before. God, what was happening to me?