Size Doesn't Matter

Author's Note

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You grab his arms with both hands and tell your friends to feel how big they are. You let him place his hand on your thigh while he stands next to your bar stool. You laugh at his jokes and compliment his accent. You bite your lip when you're looking at his face.

But when he leans in for a kiss you put a finger on his lips and stop him. You have to be up early in the morning. You were only dropping by to see your friends for one drink, and it's only because he's so hot that you stuck around for a second. But it's just a game. You like the way his desperate attention makes you feel, but you need to get home and go to bed.

"You're such a tease, aren't you, Love?" His muscles flex in his blue knit polo while he pulls away, clearly disappointed by your gentle rejection.

"No. I'll tell you straight up I'm going to bed early."

He furrows his brow and gives you a long look. Your black pleated miniskirt and tall boots. Your strapless blue top and cropped leather jacket. "See," he says, planting his hand on the back of your bar stool and turning you to face him, "I just think you're wrong."

"Why are you so confident?"

"Because, we're going to go join your friends for one round of truth or dare and then you'll admit you aren't ready to stop having fun."

"I already told them I'm going home."

"Yeah, ten minutes ago. And you haven't moved since except to lift my sleeve so you could see all my tattoos."

You can't stand that he's right.

"C'mon then, I'll buy you another drink and we can go play one round."

"I'll play, but I'm not having another drink."

He nods. "Compromise." He offers his arm and leads you to the corner booth. His brown boots echo on the wood floor. He's so big and strong and powerful...  

Rahul's friend Alex has his arm around Lexi at one end of the booth, and the other three women slide together to make room for you and your new interest. You stay on the outside of the booth across from Alex, preparing for a quick exit once you've fulfilled your commitment to play one round.

"What'd we miss?" Rahul asks.

"Claire just got dared to kiss that guy by the jukebox..."

The whole table looks over and the man glances away from Claire, his cheeks bright pink.

"... so we're back to Melly."

"We should give them a turn first." The woman sandwiched in the middle of the booth gestures at you and Rahul.

Alex jumps in, jerking his chin at Rahul. "Truth or dare?"

"Oh, I'm here for a good time. Dare."

"Show them the photo."

For the first time Rahul seems uncertain about something. "We just met them," he warns. "It's a bit much."

Lexi backs her new man, "It's truth or dare! You have to."

"You insisted," you remind him. "Can't back out now."

He holds his phone low while he pulls up the photo, then sets it face down on the table. "As long as everyone consents."

"Just show us!" Claire's voice carries farther than she means it to, and the man by the jukebox steals another glance along with several others in the bar.

"Alright, here." Rahul holds the phone in the middle of the table where everyone can lean in and see. It looks professionally staged. He's lying flat on a bed with dark grey silk sheets. One hand rests behind his head, the other pulls aside the sheet draped over his legs to reveal the true subject of the image. His hard cock lays against his body, reaching all the way to his navel. The interplay of warm yellow light and dark shadows accentuate his toned abs and his sheer size. It's not even the length that's intimidating, the girth looks impossible.

You swallow hard.

Claire nudges your arm.

"Oh my god!" Lexi smacks Alex in the chest proudly. "That was a great fucking dare."

"He hooked up with a boudoir photographer," Alex explains. "She wouldn't let him leave until he posed for it."

"Good for her," Melly giggles. She's never been able to hide when she's interested.

Miranda, sitting on the other side of Lexi, finally chimes in, smirking while she looks at you. "Your turn, Gia."

"Uhhh, truth," you stammer.

"Booooring..." Melly teases.

"It's alright," Lexi interrupts, taking the mantle from her man. "Now are you gonna hook up with Rahul tonight?"

"I mean, I don't even think it would fit."

Melly starts to boo you again for avoiding the question, but this time it's Alex who rescues you. "Everyone's gone once, so we can just keep going around the table. Somebody dare me."

The atmosphere buzzes with sexual tension as each of the other five take another turn. Rahul's cock is in the back--or front--of everyone's mind. The photo made you wet, but it really is getting late. You glance at the door while Claire answers a question about the worst dick she's ever taken.

"Rahul's turn!" Melly is practically salivating. No doubt she'll jump on your missed opportunity... and that huge cock.

That's fine. Rahul deserves to get laid, so there's no reason he shouldn't let you go home and go snuggle up to her instead. Your stomach twists with jealousy.

"Truth or dare?" Alex asks his friend.

"Right, I actually promised Gia we'd only play one round."

"You can still play," you remind him. "But yeah, goodnight everyone."

"Let me drive you home."

"I only live a couple blocks away."

"I'll walk you home, then."

"It's dark out," Claire interjects. "You shouldn't go back alone."

You know they're right. "Okay, you can walk me."

"Bye you two...!" Lexi waves, grinning.

"I need to pay my tab," you say once you've left the table.

"It's been taken care of."

It's frustrating how good he is at this.

He holds the door open for you. "Lead the way."

You pry out the words, "Thanks for walking me home..."

"I'm happy to." You're both silent for a little while. "Can I at least get your number?"

"Sure."

The photo is still pulled up when he unlocks his phone, but he swipes quickly away. You type in your number, resisting the temptation to look for it again.

"This is me."

He follows you to the front door of your brownstone. "Do one thing for me," he asks.

"What's that?"

"Answer your question. For real this time."

You exhale slowly and look at him. His powerful muscles, tattoos, confident smile, dark eyes, sexy shirt... and what you can't see but know is there. You remember, but you ask anyway. "What was the question again?"

"Are you going to hook up with me tonight? Say no, and the round is over and you can go to bed. That was the deal."

You bite your lip so hard it almost hurts. It's already past your bedtime, so what does it really matter now...? One last hesitation. "I really don't know if I can fit it, though."

"I have hands. And a mouth." He steps close and looks down, his face above yours. "I'll give you whatever you want. But..." He brushes his fingers down your waist and holds your lower back. "... I know you could take it."

"What makes you so sure?"

He cups your chin in his other hand. Even that feels big. "Because I'm going to get you so wet you beg me to put it in." This time as he leans down for a kiss you lift your heels to meet him. He holds you close, keeping his lips pressed to yours so long you can hardly bear to be outside anymore. You need him. You need his cock.

The thought gives you butterflies. You don't know if you're ready, but his confidence is infectious. You're already practically begging. "Come inside..." You fumble for your keys.

He reaches over your shoulder to push the door open the moment you turn the handle. His hand on your lower back pushes you in. You turn to face him and he scoops you up, holding your ass while you throw your arms and legs around his muscular frame. He puts one hand behind your head, claiming your mouth with his long, aggressive kisses. He only pulls away long enough to demand, "Where's your bedroom."

You point to the door straight down the hall, and you're back to making out while he carries you there. You squeeze your legs tighter around his waist, your miniskirt riding up your ass as your body gently bounces with each step. You cross the living room to the hallway, halfway to the bedroom, then you pull your lips away. "Wait, we didn't lock the door."

He turns around and goes back, his teasing smirk eliciting a giggle from the very bottom of your stomach. You wiggle your hips impatiently. "Keep getting wet for me."

Your body responds to his command. You collapse into his chest and hook your ankles behind his back, clutching him in the tightest embrace.

He walks you to the bedroom, his hand on your bare ass sliding inward, his fingertips curling up between your legs. Your thong is wet to the touch. He massages you through the fabric and opens the bedroom door.

He stands at the edge of the bed, but your grip doesn't loosen even when he lets you go. He chuckles at your playful stubbornness... and it's futility.

Two strong hands wrap around your upper arms, prying you from his shoulders and pinning your arms to your sides. A tremor runs through you as he holds you there, your legs hooked around his waist and your torso dangling over the bed. "You know what I think?"

"What's that?"

"I think you like to get fucked hard and thrown around."

You melt, the rush of moisture weakening the grip of your legs. Your ankles come unhooked. "Yeah. I like it rough."

He throws you onto the bed.

You see it now, in person this time. The long, thick crease in his pant leg running halfway down his thigh. You already want to beg for it, but you hold your tongue. You also want to find out what he has in store for you. All the ways he can make you wet.

He lifts your ankles and strips your boots, then flips your skirt up onto your stomach and tears off your thong. He touches two fingers to your body.

Just like he has all night, he reads you like a book. "You'd open up for me right now, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah." You admit breathlessly.

You do. He thrusts his fingers up and in. Your head flops to the side, your arms sink into the bed, your legs fall open. You surrender to his touch, only moving when his beckoning fingers jolt your hips.

"Bloody hell, you're fucking wet. You're meant to make me work for it."

He stops moving his hand. You groan, pushing yourself toward his fingers. He grabs your left leg and swings it to meet the other, exposing your ass and squeezing his fingers tighter inside you. The momentum carries you onto your side and he smacks your ass. Your knees draw closer to your chest. "I said you're meant to make me work for it."

He's goading your bratty side. No wonder you're so turned on. You pout defiantly and grind into his fingers. He smacks your ass again, once on each side, a bouquet of pink handprints starting to glow on your skin. He climbs onto the bed to get closer to you, and your heartbeat quickens for the daunting size of his body... not to mention his cock. He towers over you and spreads his hand across your face, shoving it down into the mattress.

"If you want it so bad, prove it..." He draws his hand most of the way out of you and adds another finger, then gives it to you deep and fast.

You gasp and twist, gripping with your thighs and twisting your torso every which way to endure all three fingers. Only your head is still, planted on the bed by the strength of his palm. You're dripping wet by the time he slips his hand out of you and releases your face. You gasp for air.

"Up on your knees." He takes you by the waist and leads you there, resting on your forearms, your ass in the air and pointed at him.

"Do you like to be a good girl or do you like to get punished?"

"I don't like to choose..."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. A bit of both, then." He spanks you again, harder this time, and you squeak as your body rocks forward. "One more," he warns before leaving another mark right on top of the last.

That really stings. You bite your lip to keep from whimpering, but he's quick to distract from the pain. He gets down low behind you and drags his tongue between your legs, the tip of his nose teasing you while he reaches out to lick your clit. He doesn't stop you from thrusting your hips back into his face. The strength in your arms is sapped as he eats you out, your hands slowly sliding forward and your face falling into the mattress again.

"Do you like getting your ass eaten?"

"Mmhmm."

He starts at your clit, running a wide tongue up your body until he's there. He gives you warm, passionate strokes, then soft circles around the edge. He alternates between them, listening for your muffled moans. You still couldn't choose. Every single thing he does makes you want his cock more.

Your whole body is dropping slowly onto the bed. He eats your ass all the way, the light pressure from his jaw driving you down until you're flat on your stomach. He lifts his face and runs his eyes over you. One side of your ass is glowing pink. He'll even it out once you're taking his cock.

"You are a good girl at heart, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"You put up a good fight, but deep, deep down you just want to be used."

"Yes, Daddy."

His cock flexes, pressing at the fabric of his pants and begging to be released. "I like that, Love."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." He stands up and rips off his shirt. You wiggle your ass.

You hear the clink of a buckle and the whipping sound of his belt. He folds it in half and touches you with the leather crop, tickling the bottom of your feet then teasing up your leg to the ass cheek still marked with only one handprint.

Your fingers grip the sheets in preparation. Your breathing is short and shallow.

"You don't deserve to be punished, though, do you?"

"Mm-mm."

"No, you don't. You deserve my cock." The belt falls to the floor and he strips out of the rest of his clothes while he talks. "Are you wet enough for me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

His cock flexes again, now entirely unrestricted. "Are you wet enough to beg for it?"

"Yes, please, I want it. I need it."

"Good girl. That's how I know you're ready."

"I'm ready, Daddy... I'm ready."

The mattress shifts as he climbs back on and straddles your body. He touches his cock between your legs, running it up and down until it's glistening wet, then pushes gently against you.

You take a shuddering breath as you wait for more than the tip.

He works you open slowly, but you take his girth with no resistance. He moans while you let him inside. "Ohh, Love..." are all the words he can muster. He almost forgets to fuck you it feels so good.

You can't take it all. There just isn't enough space. But you take everything you can, and it's more than enough for him. His rich, passionate voice fills the space as your whimpers are fucked into the mattress.

He gives you more and more like that, fucking you harder than he thought you'd be able to handle. He wants to hear that pretty voice of yours. He bends over your prone body, reaching out a hand to grasp your forearm. He curls his fingers under your chin and lifts your head. Your song pours from your lips.

"Told you it would fit," he whispers in your ear.

"I always knew it would..."

"You just wanted me to make you."

"Yes, Daddy..."

"I like that," he growls. "But I can't let you lie without getting punished." The hand resting under your chin dips down to close around your throat. His other hand moves from your wrist, and he shifts his weight back onto his legs. He thrusts deep inside, then holds still. He caresses your ass. You hold your breath in anticipation, releasing it as the pain of his first smack washes over you. The mattress bounces and his cock moves inside you. He's fucking you again when he spanks you next, giving you a few more slaps to even out the color with the other side.

His cock is so big there's a gap between your ass and his thighs even when he's filling every inch. He moves his hand down from your ass, reaching below his cock to touch his fingertips to your clit. He fucks you and touches you, the patterns unique but their rhythm synchronized. He keeps his grip on your throat, lightly choking while you take everything you can fit.

He feels the tension in your body. Your muscles start to quiver as you tense from head to toe. He wants to help you relax so you can give in fully to your ecstasy. He releases your neck and guides your head to rest on the mattress again. Your body extends across the bed, you're completely filled by his cock, and his fingers make fervent circles on your clit. He moves his free hand to his cock, stroking the base where you can't fit him all.

This is the definition of fullness. The heat spreads through your body until it points your toes and curls your fingers. He isn't even fucking you anymore, but his cock touches everything inside. He watches every movement and listens for every sound while he brings you closer and closer.

"Makes you want to be good for me, doesn't it?"

"Mmhmm!"

"You take it well, Love. I know it's a lot."

"Thank you Daddy..."

You grind into his fingers. He gives you a little more, then a little more. He doesn't stop until you're satisfied. He doesn't stop until you grow still beneath him. Your knuckles get pale where they cling to the sheets. Your muscles tense until they vibrate. You're so fucking full you want to erupt. His fingers make a ring around him and squeeze tight. He's just as close as you are. His cock pulses, aching for it, and you're so tight each tiny movement sends a ripple through your body.

You sob with pleasure, teetering on the brink. He's trying to get you there, he's trying to hold himself back until you do.

He nearly succeeds.

"That's a good girl. Cum for me."

Your hips and ass and thighs all squeeze him tighter, and despite his command, he breaks first.

Every twitch of his cock rattles you to the core, and his orgasm might as well be an earthquake. You couldn't escape it if you wanted to. You're past the point of no return, pinned beneath him, full to the brim with his cock and now overflowing with his cum. It spills out onto your thighs and every pulse rocks your body, building until the entire mattress shakes with your rapture.

He gets more sensitive as he comes to rest, but your violence is still cresting. Your thrusting hips overwhelm him and he collapses on top of you. He breathes heavily into your ear and absorbs the rest of your orgasm into his powerful frame.

He pushes himself up, giving you room to breathe, and kisses your cheek and your neck. "Fuck."

"Mmhmm..."

"You're such a good girl."

"Thank you Daddy."

Rahul pulls himself out, the release like a mini-orgasm itself. Your legs shake and your eyes roll back in your head and then with a deep breath you can relax. Mostly. Your inner thighs are still a sticky mess.

"I'm gonna shower off real quick. You should come."

"Course, Love."

He follows you into the bathroom and helps you carefully remove your skirt. You start the water. "Wait, bring your phone. I want to take your photo."

When he returns, you're waiting for him with soapy hands. You spread the bubbles across his chest and abs, then press your palms to both thighs and rub his legs. You take his cock in both hands, stroking and lathering and feeling him grow again until he's right where you want him... halfway hard, hanging down between his thighs, decorated with soap.

You rinse and dry your hands and take the phone from him. Steam billows around his body in the frame, warm yellow light casts shadows in the grooves of his muscles, and bubbles drip down to the tip of his cock. You capture from his chest to his calves and show him the picture for his enthusiastic approval.

"Send it to me. And then I'll have your number too."