Chapter Nine: Broken Minds & Broken Hearts
Months earlier...
Paige came home from work to find the front door unlocked. The fear that should have swelled in her chest was instead replaced by excitement. She stopped at the doorstep to fix her hair and adjust her bra, cupping her breasts and weighing them in her hands before checking her breath and stepping inside. The last thing she ever wanted to do was offend James or repulse him with poor hygiene. She took her life as a slut very seriously and was determined to earn the pleasure that he gave her so freely with his enormous cock.
James was inside, seated on her couch with his pants off and his dick hanging, half-limp. He sat bareass, his heavy balls nestled between his thick, hairy thighs. He had a beer in hand, half finished, and barely took notice of her as she entered the living room. Paige stopped to drop her things in a nearby chair before going to meet him. She checked his beer first before settling at his feet, a single hand at rest on his naked thigh. She caressed him idly as she purred, "Well, hello there, handsome. I see you're putting that key to good use already."
James glanced at her while gulping down beer. He burped afterward and blew it into her face before saying, "You got a problem with that?"
Paige laughed and smiled. "No," she purred, "not at all. It's nice to come home and find you waiting. Mm." She ran her hand up his thigh to tickle his pubic hair. "It's nice to see this, too."
James grunted and returned his attention to the television screen. Within seconds, he finished his beer and handed her the empty bottle. Paige went to fetch him a fresh bottle, returning and handing it to him before kneeling again to stare at him in awed affection. She loved his big dick, but she had become equally smitten with his manner. James was crass and crude, but he was also honest. He didn't pretend to be more than what he was and, as a result, she never had to wonder where she stood in proximity to him. His motivations were earnest and plain, and he never acted in a way meant to manipulate her. His desires were transparent and easy to meet.
Paige moved up his body and sniffed his pubic hair. She showered him with kisses on the way. "Is there anything I can do for you while you watch tv?"
Another grunt, and James pushed her to the floor. With her lying before him, he shoved his foot in her face. "Sports," he said, pointing at the screen. "Rub my feet for now."
Paige smiled graciously and, eying his cock, obeyed. She cupped his bare foot and, to her own surprise, gave it a sniff before she started massaging. James' scent was masculine and naturally musky. His feet smelled strongly of sweat and dirt. It reminded her of his cock only less pronounced, but the effect it had on her was dizzying.
James was watching television when his foot felt wet. Turning his attention to Paige, he was surprised to find her kissing his feet and, periodically, licking them as well. When he was dating Kendall, she used to rub his feet sometimes, but she had never been so desperate to please him that she actually tasted them. Paige, however, seemingly had no shame and within seconds was nursing his toes while staring him in the eyes.
Paige watched him as she purred on him. The taste was not unpleasant, though it wasn't as kind to her as his cock had been. It did, however, turn her on, especially when she saw his cock twitching and swelling to life. Each lick found him fatter and longer, and when she was offered his other foot, she took to the task with a smile, cooing as she switched feet and drooling on the other with equal care.
With her sucking his feet, James quickly forgot sports. Instead, he watches Paige while stroking himself. Paige, in turn, drooled on his toes and licked up her own saliva, and she stared him in the eyes and watched his big hand gliding up and down his long, fat cock. In his hands, his enormous size almost looked normal, but she knew his hands were rough, too. She wanted to replace his hand with her own softer, loving fingers.
"You really sucking my toes?"
"Mmhmm." Paige released his big toe with a wet pop.
"And you like that shit?"
She purred. "Mm. I like sucking and fucking you. I love every inch of you." She punctuated the statement with a wink.
James grinned in response. "You wanna be up here riding me right now, don't you?"
Paige crooned around his toes, licking each one, slurping as she tasted him. "Yes, please," she whined.
He laughed. "God damn, you're a slut. What would your daughter think if she could see you now?"
Paige shrugged with his toes in her mouth. "Who gives a damn what she thinks about anything? She's a dumb cunt, and she left you. Her opinion is worthless."
"Oh yeah?" James sawed his toes in and out of her mouth. "You telling me that my dick is more important to you than your daughter is?"
Smiling, Paige sniffed his feet and gave each a kiss before running her hands up his hairy legs. Her fingers wove through the hairs as she ran them carefully up his body. Though unafraid of physical retribution as a principle, she did not want to be refused or reprimanded for moving too fast or taking what was not offered. James was, by her estimation, very focused on maintaining control, and though she wasn't fighting that, she knew him to be self-conscious enough to imagine resistance where there was none.
"I'm telling you that you're more important to me than my daughter is."
James lifted his eyebrows as she slipped her way between his legs and buried her nose into his testicles. She breathed him in before kissing each testicle and making a show of licking and sucking while he continued to stroke himself. "You can't really mean that. I know you're dick-drunk, but you can't be that drunk."
Paige laughed smokily around him. "Mm," she slurped his balls and then cupped them afterward. Holding his heavy sack in one hand, she stared up at him and began to sniff and kiss around the underside of his shaft. Each time his fingers passed, she kissed them and soon, James held himself in a way that allowed her to nuzzle him. "I mean every word," she cooed. "This is the first time I've been sober in years, and I can tell you honestly that Kendall has been nothing but a disappointment to me her entire life. And now I learn that she had you to herself, and she left you? For what? For fucking what?"
Laughing, James took Paige's head in one of his big hands and fed her his dick with the other. Still cupping his balls, she welcomed him wetly into her mouth, taking him deep and gagging as he stroked himself again. When he released her, she came up gasping as he wagged his fully erect cock in her face to taunt her. Paige followed it with her eyes. "All that for eleven inches?"
Paige's lips were achy and stretched. She kissed his cockhead and licked him before speaking. "Mm. You're more than eleven inches to me, James. Yes, your dick is incredible, and yes, I want it inside of me all the time, but there is much more to you than length or girth. You're more than your fat balls, for that matter--though they are incredible." She kissed his testicles for emphasis before continuing. "Mm, but no, Kendall is an idiot for leaving the best man I've ever met. You're strong willed, James, and you take no shit from anyone. I mean, Kendall left you and what did you do? You didn't fucking cry about it. You just took your big dick and fucked her mother into submission! So. Fucking. Hot!"
She sucked him into her mouth again, gagging wetly on him as she stared him in the eyes. She bobbed her head a few times before sitting back to stroke him and catch her breath. At this point, James had released his dick into her eager and loving hands. "What I'm saying is, yes, James, your big dick helps, but it's your big dick energy that made me into your slut."
Hand in her hair, James dragged up his dick with a smile. Paige followed, lifting herself up onto his lap and straddling him. "I'll show you big dick energy," he growled, and he forced himself into her. Paige welcomed him readily, her wet folds parting for him. Even after three children, Paige remained tight, but even then there was no resistance. James had her so wet, so ready, that she took him smoothly, swallowing him to the root and climaxing loudly. After three days with him, her pussy knew him intimately, and taking him to the edge of her cervix, she felt it soften for him.
Paige landed with a breathy coo and held him by the shoulders. Her orgasm was powerful but brief, swallowing her like a tidal wave and then settling within seconds. When ready, she shared a smile with him, kissed him once, and began rolling her hips on him with familiar want. James could taste himself on her but hardly cared. Paige, meanwhile, was grateful to taste any part of him again while he was inside of her. "Oh, fuck me, James," she yelped. "Fuck me so good. Fuck me deep!"
