Chapter 6. The Only Thing That I’m Proud Of From This Second Life Is My Body... And My Meat Rod**

Chapter 6: 6. The Only Thing That I’m Proud Of From This Second Life Is My Body... And My Meat Rod**

When she finally looked up at me with those tempting eyes... I had to hold her chin where she flinched for a second there but then welcomed me with both of her eyes closed.

"I love you, Alicia..." I manage to say that out loud just to make sure that she can feel my true feelings and love.

I kissed her... slowly, and she kissed me back... with both her arms moved up slowly just to pull me closer through the back of my neck, where her front body was pressed onto me, and I could feel it... her massive tits behind her nightgown.

The kiss started soft, a tentative exploration of lips and breath, but something inside me snapped... Maybe it was the adrenaline from the day, or perhaps it was the SSS Rank power coursing through my veins like liquid fire.

Or maybe just the sheer desperation of twenty years of wanting... My hands tangled into her damp golden hair, gripping it not with gentleness, but with a possessive hunger that demanded she feel exactly how much I needed her.

I pressed my body harder against hers, crushing her breasts against my chest as I forced my tongue past her teeth.

I wasn’t asking anymore... but I was trying to claim the whole thing. I wanted to taste every inch of her mouth, to drown out the world until there was nothing left but her saliva and my need.

I could feel her breath hitching, turning into small, broken gasps as I deepened the kiss, my tongue swirling against hers with an intensity that bordered on aggressive.

She was overwhelmed, her body swaying under the sudden shift from tenderness to raw, unbridled lust.

When I finally pulled back... just an inch, I needed to see her. Especially how beautiful she looked after getting drowned by my love and lust.

Alicia looked wrecked. Her pupils were blown wide, dark pools of desire that made her pink eyes look almost black.

Her lips were swollen, glistening with moisture, and her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson. She looked dazed, intoxicated by the sheer force of what I had just done to her.

A small, shaky exhale escaped her as she stared at me... her head lolling back slightly.

"Roland..." she whispered, her voice wrecked and husky. "I didn’t know... you could kiss like that..."

"It’s like... uhm... you’re trying to devour me." A small, breathless laugh escaped her. "That was... incredible."

I didn’t answer with words. Words were for people who still had doubts.

And so... I reached for the collar of her linen nightgown. My fingers were unsteady with arousal, but my intent was singular.

With one decisive, rough tug, I pulled the fabric down... The linen gave way easily, sliding off her shoulders and pooling around her hips in a single motion, leaving her completely exposed to the lamplight.

’Oh shit... the real thing... massive tits that I loved.’

’And it’s from the women I loved...’

’Dream do fucking come true, alright...’

"Ahnnn!" Alicia gasped, her instinct kicking in.

The shyness she’d been holding back flooded her face as she immediately crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield those massive, heavy breasts from my gaze. "Roland, w-wait... I didn’t think that I could feel so... exposed."

"Don’t," I growled, my voice sounding deeper, more primal even to my own ears. "Don’t hide from me..."

"Not tonight... and not ever."

I reached out, my large hands wrapping around her wrists. I felt her pulse jumping like a trapped bird beneath her skin.

Slowly... deliberately, I peeled her arms away from her body, forcing her to stand bare before me. Her breasts were magnificent pale, heavy, and swaying slightly with her nervous breathing.

The nipples were already peaked... and that’s where I know that she was aroused as well. But look at her nipples... they were a delicate pink that contrasted sharply against her skin.

I couldn’t help myself anymore... so I leaned forward, savoring the view before I closed the distance.

I let my tongue trace the underside of one breast before catching the nipple between my lips. I sucked hard, rolling the sensitive peak against the roof of my mouth while my hands kneaded the soft flesh.

"Nnghnnn...! Ahhhmmm...!" Alicia’s head snapped back, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Ro-roland, oh god... yes..."

Her shyness evaporated as her body betrayed her. Instead of pulling away, she arched her back into me, her hips instinctively rolling forward.

Her hands found my hair again, but this time she wasn’t holding on for balance she was pulling me closer, guiding my mouth, and urging me to take more.

The sound she made was different now... not a gasp of surprise, but a deep, guttural moan that vibrated through my own chest.

"More..." she whimpered against my ear, her breath hot and demanding. "Please, Roland... don’t stop..."

"Be rougher... I want to feel you whole..."

The sound of her moaning triggered something darker in me. The ’hero’ who had saved Marrow Creek died in that moment, replaced by the man who had been promised everything.

I gripped her ass hard... my fingers sinking into the plush flesh and pulled her flush against the growing hardness between my legs.

The friction of her bare skin against mine sent electricity shooting straight to my cock, making it throb painfully against my thigh.

"You asked for it, Alicia," I muttered against her throat, my teeth grazing her skin. "There’s no turning back now..."

The heat in the room was becoming unbearable for me to handle... it feels like the kind of sweltering pressure that makes your skin feel too tight for your body.

My cock was throbbing, a relentless, pulsing ache that demanded release. I couldn’t stand the barrier of my own clothes anymore... the fabric felt like sandpaper against my hypersensitive skin.

So to handle that fast... I reached for my belt with my movements that were urgent and rough. I stripped off my shirt in one motion, tossing it blindly into the shadows, then kicked off my pants.

When I finally stood before her completely naked, the lamplight caught every ridge of muscle I’d earned through years of hellish training and near-death encounters.

My chest was broad, my abs carved like stone, and my thighs thick and corded with power. But I knew where her eyes would go.

Alicia instinctively raised her hands to cover her face, a reflex of pure modesty, but as I stepped closer, her fingers parted... Just a little crack.

Her pink eyes peeked through the space between her fingers, wide and glistening with a mixture of awe and terror. I watched her pupils dilate as her gaze traveled downward, past my stomach, and landed directly on my cock.

My body... and my cock were the only thing that I can feel proud of in this life. That hellish training really did give me the result that I wanted.

And I can see that Alicia fell in love at first sight with my massive cock. She can’t even control herself anymore by trying to act innocent about it.

My cock was standing at full attention, thick, veined, and twitching with every heartbeat. My balls hung heavy beneath it, dark and swollen with need.

I forgot when the last time I masturbated was, but these balls... contain lots of seed that was ready to get unleashed.

"Oh my god..." she breathed, her voice barely audible above the sound of our synchronized breathing. "Roland... I knew you were strong, but... you’re built like some kind of god."

Her gaze lingered on my cock, watching it jump as it reacted to her stare. "Is it... is it okay? Can I... touch it?"

"Come on... be my guest and touch it," I growled, my voice cracking with restrained hunger. "But make sure you touch it like you own it."

Her hand trembled as she reached out. When her fingertips finally made contact with the sensitive skin of my shaft, I nearly buckled.

Her touch was soft... impossibly delicate compared to the violence of my day, but the contrast made my vision swim.

She wrapped her fingers around me, testing my girth, her palm sliding up and down the slick surface.

Slop... slop... slop...

"It’s so warm... and so hard," she whispered, her eyes locked on where her small hand couldn’t even fully encircle me. "I’ve never seen anything like this... It’s like you’re made of iron."

"It’s all yours, Alicia," I said, stepping closer until her knees brushed mine.

I grabbed her hair gently, tilting her head back. "But I want more than just your hands..."

"I want to feel your mouth... I want to feel you swallow every fucking drop of me."

The request made her gasp, and I can see that her chest was heaving. She looked terrified, but beneath the fear was an undeniable hunger... it was the same hunger that had kept us alive on the road.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. "I... I’ve never done anything like this before..."

"I don’t know if I can—"

"I’ll teach you," I interrupted, my voice dropping to a commanding whisper. "Just follow my lead... Trust me."

She nodded slowly, her face set with a newfound resolve. She sank to her knees on the wooden floor, the movement making her massive breasts sway enticingly.

She leaned forward, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall. I watched, mesmerized, as she gathered her courage.

She took a shallow breath, then deliberately wet her lips with a soft spit, coating them to make them slick.

"Alright... here I go... Roland..."