As I lay in the bath, soaking beneath bubbles and taking in the vanilla scent of my Jo Malone candle, I thought back to the last time. As well as near...y half-killing me with his trekking challenge, Jonah had been pretty selfish.Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy it. I love being owned and he fucked me really good. However, I hoped that on this second evening he would consider me a little, seeing as I was giving him what I personally consider to be the best prize a woman can give a man. Well, if. Her fiancée was currently in California while she was in their hometown. She would move there soon. She missed him. She missed him bad. One day, she was laying down in her bed. She drifted off to sleep. “Hey...” “Larry?" Becky asked. “Of course. Who else would it be?" Larry, her fiancée said, with a smile. Larry was laying next to her. Becky planted a kiss on him. He kissed back. “I missed you so much.” “And I missed those lips. Haha,” he said. “There’s more where that came from," Becky said,. Her hands worked the shaft and her mouth sucked the head. In seconds he began to grow hard and it overflowed her mouth. In another minute his shaft had extended to its full length and the blood coursed thru making it hard. He was ready to fuck her but was she ready for him? He had not found a woman yet who was comfortable with his size and just hoped she would be big enough to contain him. He pulled back from her and took a tube of lube and spread it on his cock. He rubbed. It had gone beyond wanting, I needed him. My muscles contracted around him, and he moved his hands towards my backside, lifting me so that my legs went around his waist. He held me steady, my vagina perfectly angled for him to enter me. I held onto his shoulders tight, kissing his neck as he entered me slowly. It had been a while since I had had sex, and while the slowness was torture, it also felt amazing. He was larger than anyone I had been with previously, and it was a delicious feeling.