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Before he could respond, I took him in my mouth as deep as I dared, getting just past the big, throbbing head. I honestly didn’t think suck a cock existed, outside practical jokes and maybe the more niche types of porn. Yet, there it was, in my hands and in my mouth as I sucked him off blissfully.

Any words he might have attempted turned to loud moans of pleasure.

I knew he was getting close, a tension coming into his shaft as I sucked and licked for everything I was worth. Despite my best efforts to swallow all the cum he could deliver, at least a quarter of it ended up distributed between my face, neck, and chest.

Undaunted, Ragnar picked me up as though I weighed nothing— despite the fact that I’m a big girl— and carried me into the bathroom, where he cleaned me up. He was a gentle giant, not to mention clearly blessed by the gods.

When I glanced down, I could see that he was still rock-hard and raring to go. I was stunned by his quick recovery time, and I didn’t want to leave him hanging, so to speak, so I gently stroked his still extremely hard cock as he wiped me up.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Please.”

Taking me by the hand, he got me back to my feet and I guided him to the master bedroom.

Before I could so much as blink, he’d picked me up and lay me down on the bed near the edge of the mattress, my legs spread wide.

“God, you’re hot,” he said. “I love looking at your curves.”

Getting onto his knees, as if he was praying at a holy shrine, Ragnar worked his magic on me once again, licking me until I had to put a pillow over my face to muffle the screams of pure joy.

After delivering another huge orgasm, he kissed his way from my pussy up to my neck, getting more or less into position. When things were set, with my knees hooked over his elbows, Ragnar stroked the massive head against my tender pussy, making me moan from his very touch. He was above me but not on top of me, and still at a level where I could look into hie beautiful eyes.

“Fuck!” I screamed as he pushed inside me.

“You okay?”

“Yes, please, don’t stop, fuck me, please!” I wailed, no longer caring who heard.

Ragnar honored my wishes, easing his beautiful cock as far as he could inside me, a little more than a third of his full and mighty length, and started to pump.

It filled me with the most transcendent joy, his cock stroking up against my clit and g-spot at the same time, working me up into an earth-shattering orgasm that was bursting behind my eyes in a supernova of white light as Ragnar drove into me.

Slowly withdrawing his cock, he tenderly opened my mouth with his hand and delivered his load there. Unlike last time, he was able to control the flood a lot better, delivering four smaller volleys into my waiting mouth, giving me time to swallow before unleashing another.

I closed my lips around him before Ragnar could pull away. I wasn’t finished with him yet.

I’d never much liked the taste of cum. It was fine, I wasn’t a spitter or anything, but it wasn’t my favorite thing. Ragnar’s, however, was, or at least it was quickly becoming that.

One taste, even if most of it ended up on me, was enough to make me want more. I needed more.

It would be a while before my pussy recovered enough to take his monster cock into it again, so my mouth would have to do. He didn’t seem to mind at all, caressing my cheek and stroking my pussy as I sucked away on his beautiful cock, desperate for another helping of his delicious cum.

The second flood came, Ragnar handling it much the same as before, giving me smaller, more manageable helpings. I liked that. He paid attention, and my comfort and enjoyment were clearly important to him.

By the time I’d swallowed the last load, my pussy had more or less recovered and, without really thinking, I turned over onto my belly and got up on all fours, basically demanding he fuck me from behind.

Taking me from behind like I was a tiny, light-weight ragdoll, Ragnar caressed his cock against my pussy, making me hum with pleasure just from that little bit of contact. There was something about the position that brought my clit more into play.

I was still pretty wet from what had already happened. Just being around him was enough to make me horny, never mind having his huge cock in my mouth.

“Oh!” I moaned as he slid inside me.

“Too deep?”

“No, just right.”

Ragnar took me by the hips and started to rock, pumping his massive cock inside me. His cock slid in just over halfway. It felt like the whole way, but I knew better to risk that. Half was as far as I was likely to get, but that was more than enough.

I made a note to try and ride him; that way I could stop where it was still comfortable, not that he hadn’t been spot on with that himself. He seemed to really know how to handle a woman, and stop right where it felt really good, without crossing the line, which I imagined it would be easy to do, being as big as he was.

Slowly, I started to move with him, rocking myself back and forth on his cock as he fucked me, matching his movements as closely as I could, our bodies falling into a sweet synchronicity.

So caught up in the wonderful rhythm was I, it passed my notice