Mia was barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds soaking wet, but the way she climbed onto my lap that night made it clear she wasnt fragile. She was twenty-four, worked at the bar down the block, and every time she looked at my crotch she licked her bottom lip like she was already tasting it. Wed been fucking for three weeks and she still acted like my cock was the only thing that mattered.
Take it out, she said, voice low and greedy. She was straddling my thighs on the couch, tiny hands already tugging at my belt. I want to see it again.
I unzipped and pulled myself free. Nine thick inches, heavy and already half-hard. Mias eyes went wide the same way they always did. She wrapped both hands around the shaft and they still didnt meet. Fuck, its so big, she whispered, almost reverent. Then she leaned in and dragged her tongue from the base all the way to the head, slow and wet.
She couldnt deep-throat me, not all the way, but she tried every time. Spit ran down my balls while she sucked the first few inches, cheeks hollowed, making these hungry little noises. Her tiny body rocked with the effort. When she pulled off to breathe, strings of saliva connected her lips to my cock. I love this thing, she said, stroking me fast and tight. I think about it all day.
I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her like she weighed nothing. She was already naked from the waist down. I lined the fat head up with her pussy and rubbed it through her folds. She was dripping. Youre soaked, I told her.
Because I want it, she answered, trying to sink down. Put it in me. Stretch me.
I let her drop a little. The head popped inside and she gasped, eyes rolling. She was tight as a fist every single time. I held her waist and fed her another inch, then another, watching her stomach move as I filled her. She clawed at my shoulders. Too bigfuckkeep going.
When I was buried to the hilt she just sat there, trembling, pussy clenching around me. I can feel it in my guts, she moaned. Then she started riding. Short, desperate bounces, barely lifting off before slamming back down. Her clit ground against my pubic bone on every stroke. She came fast, first one, then another, shaking and babbling, Love your cock, love your fucking cock.
I flipped her onto her back on the couch, legs over my shoulders, and fucked her properly. Deep, hard strokes that made her tiny tits bounce. She reached down and felt where we were joined, fingers circling the base of my cock like she couldnt believe it fit. Harder, she begged. Use me.
I pounded her until the couch creaked and she squirted around my shaft, soaking my balls and the cushions. When I pulled out she whimpered at the emptiness, then rolled onto her stomach and pushed her ass up. Again. From behind.
I sank back in and she screamed into the pillow. I gripped her narrow hips and used her like a toy, watching my cock disappear into that small body over and over. She came twice more before I did, clenching so hard it almost hurt. I pulled out at the last second and painted her ass and lower back with thick ropes, some of it reaching her hair.
Mia didnt move right away. She stayed there, ass up, cum sliding down her skin, breathing hard. After a minute she reached back, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean. Im never getting enough of this, she said, voice hoarse. Never.
She turned and crawled into my lap again, already reaching for my softening cock. Give me ten minutes. I want it in my mouth next.
I laughed, low and rough. She was tiny, but she was never satisfied. And that was exactly how I liked her.
