Lawson saw the hesitation flicker across Blake's face as they bobbed in the warm Santa Monica waves. The brunette was trembling in his arms, her snow-white skin glistening with seawater, clearly torn between the modest girl she'd always been and the raw, aching lust that had been building inside her for weeks. Her full lips parted, breath coming in shallow little gasps; her dark eyes darted between his mouth and the massive bulge now straining obscenely against his too-tight swim trunks, pressing hot and heavy against her soft belly.
So Lawson leaned in, lips brushing the delicate shell of her ear, and whispered, voice low and rough with need.
"Want to head to a nearby hotel?"
His warm breath ghosted over her sensitive skin, sending a visible shiver racing down her spine. The last bit of strength seemed to drain from Blake's body all at once. Her knees buckled; she melted bonelessly into his chest, arms sliding around his neck as she gave the tiniest, shyest nod imaginable—barely more than a dip of her chin, but it was enough.
Lawson didn't hesitate. He scooped her up bridal-style as if she weighed nothing, one arm under her knees, the other cradling her back. Blake buried her burning face against his neck, legs dangling, still dripping seawater. Every step up the beach drew stares—tourists, surfers, families—but Lawson didn't give a single fuck. His Ironman physique made carrying her effortless, and the way her massive, barely-contained tits bounced softly against his chest with every stride only made the "Eastern Dragon" throb harder.
He remembered spotting a decent-looking place just off the sand—Dolphin Hotel. Clean, modern, and close enough that they wouldn't have to wait another agonizing minute. As he carried her across the street, he wondered with a filthy little smirk if they had any kinky themed rooms. Maybe something with silk restraints or a mirrored ceiling… but no. Tonight was Blake's first time. He'd save the really nasty shit for round two.
Inside the luxury suite—king bed, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean, soft golden lighting—Lawson gently set Blake on her feet. She stood there in nothing but the tiny black bikini that was already two sizes too small, chest heaving, cheeks flushed crimson. This was it. The most important moment of her life. She could feel herself blooming, like a flower finally opening under the sun, every inch of her body awakening into the woman she was meant to be.
Lawson cupped her face, thumbs stroking her cheekbones. "We don't have to rush, princess. Tell me if it's too much."
Blake shook her head, eyes glassy with a mix of fear and desperate want. "I want this. I want you."
No matter the industry, being first through the door is always rough. The obstacles pioneers face are completely different from those who come later. So both Blake and Lawson deeply felt the sacred pain of breaking new ground.
He kissed her slowly at first—soft, reverent—then deeper, tongues sliding, tasting salt and desire. His hands roamed: peeling the bikini top off so her enormous, pale breasts spilled free, heavy and perfect, nipples already tight pink peaks begging for attention. He lavished them with his mouth, sucking one deep while rolling the other between strong fingers, drawing the sweetest little whimpers from her throat. Blake's hands fisted in his hair, back arching as he dropped to his knees, tugging the bottoms down her long legs until she stood completely bare.
He kissed his way down her trembling stomach, parted her thighs, and worshipped her soaked little pussy with slow, deliberate licks—tongue circling her swollen clit, two thick fingers sliding inside to curl against that perfect spot until her legs shook and she came for the first time with a broken cry, juices coating his chin.
Then came the moment. Lawson stood, shedding his trunks. His massive cock sprang free—thick, veined, rock-hard and curving proudly upward, easily ten inches and girthy enough that Blake's eyes widened in genuine shock. He laid her back on the bed, spread her legs wide, and notched the fat head against her dripping entrance.
"Relax for me, baby. Breathe."
He pushed in slow—inch by thick inch. Blake's eyes filled with tears immediately; the stretch burned, a deep, aching pressure that made her whimper and clutch his shoulders. She shed tears more than once, nails digging crescents into his skin, but she powered through it, whispering "don't stop" every time he paused to let her adjust. When he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt in her impossibly tight heat, both of them groaned—Lawson from the velvet vice gripping him, Blake from the overwhelming fullness that somehow hurt and felt perfect at the same time.
She took the initiative soon after. Once the pain faded into liquid pleasure, Blake rolled them over, straddling his hips with shaky determination. Her massive tits swayed heavily as she started riding him—slow at first, then faster, hands braced on his chest while she chased the new sensations. Lawson gripped her waist, thrusting up to meet her, watching in awe as this innocent genius transformed into a greedy little goddess.
Too bad the brunette wasn't big on exercise. Her stamina eventually gave out. Makes perfect sense—with Blake carrying such massive, heavy assets up top, any prolonged physical activity was bound to be exhausting. Her thighs trembled, breaths coming in desperate pants, and she collapsed forward onto his chest with a soft, frustrated whine.
"Lawson… am I useless?"
He wrapped his arms around her, still buried deep inside her fluttering walls, and kissed her forehead. "No way. You did amazing, princess. Perfect."
Lawson said the words, but his body told a different story—his cock was still iron-hard, throbbing impatiently inside her, nowhere near done.
Blake felt it. She bit her lip, determination flashing in her teary eyes. She didn't want Lawson to suffer even one second because of her. "Lawson… I've secretly watched some movies before. Can we also…?"
Lawson tilted his head, a surprised grin tugging at his lips. American girls really were bold—admitting they watched porn without a trace of shame.
"You want to try?"
Blake nodded, cheeks burning scarlet. Up close, that massive weapon looked even more intimidating—veins pulsing, head glistening with their combined juices. It was terrifying… and thrilling.
"Lawson, for you… I'm willing to try anything."
With the brunette saying something so sweet and filthy, how could Lawson possibly have the heart to refuse a girl's honest pursuit of truth?
He gently guided her down his body until her face hovered over his slick, throbbing cock. Blake's hands wrapped around the thick base—still barely able to circle it—and she gave an experimental lick from balls to tip, tasting herself on him. Then she opened wide, stretched her pretty pink lips around the head, and took him in.
The room quickly filled with the wet, obscene sounds of enthusiastic throat exercises. Blake gagged and drooled, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes again, but she refused to stop—bobbing deeper, hollowing her cheeks, using both hands to stroke what her mouth couldn't swallow. Lawson groaned, fingers threading gently through her dark hair, guiding but never forcing. Every time she pulled off for air, strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft, and she immediately dove back down with renewed hunger.
Finally—after minutes of sloppy, eager sucking and the sweetest little whimpers—the session came to a perfect, shuddering end. Lawson warned her with a hoarse "Blake—fuck—" and erupted down her throat in thick, hot pulses. She swallowed every drop like a good girl, coughing only a little as she pulled off, lips shiny and puffy, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face.
Even though Blake was utterly exhausted—body trembling, thighs sticky, voice hoarse—seeing Lawson completely satisfied made her feel completely fulfilled. She crawled up and curled against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat thunder beneath her ear. Her snow-white skin was still flushed a beautiful pink all the way down to her breasts.
They stayed like that, cuddling in the luxurious bed until nightfall, the ocean waves whispering outside the window. Lawson had planned to drive her back to Caltech, but Blake had taken far too much "damage." Just sitting up was a major struggle.
Left with no choice, he kept her at the Dolphin Hotel for the night. She'd simply have to skip Monday's classes.
Otherwise, limping into school like that would get her stared at like a zoo animal.
Annoyed and embarrassed, Blake bit down on Lawson's shoulder to vent her frustration.
"This is all your fault!"
Lawson just laughed softly, stroking her hair. He spent the entire next day at the hotel keeping her company—nothing else. Given Blake's current state, he was worried she might develop a phobia toward sex, so better to take things nice and slow from here.
He had no idea yet that his phone was about to ring with Mia's voice on the other end… but for now, the only thing that mattered was the beautiful brunette purring contentedly in his arms.
Even though Blake was exhausted, seeing Lawson satisfied made her feel completely fulfilled.
They cuddled in room until nightfall. Lawson originally planned to drive Blake back to Caltech, but she had taken too much damage. Just getting out of bed was major struggle.
Left with no choice, Lawson had Blake stay night at Dolphin Hotel. She'd just have to skip Monday's classes.
Otherwise, limping into school would get her stared at like zoo animal.
Annoyed and embarrassed, Blake bit down on Lawson's shoulder to vent.
"This is all your fault!"
Lawson spent entire day at hotel keeping Blake company. Didn't do anything else.
Given Blake's current state, Lawson was worried she might develop phobia toward sex, so better to take things step by step.
Next day, Lawson planned to keep hanging out with Blake, but his phone suddenly rang. It was Mia.
"Lawson, didn't you ask me to find apartment? I found great place right near Caltech. Want to come check it out?"
Caltech? What coincidence.
Lawson glanced at Blake. She pretended not to care, but her ears were practically standing straight up.
"Uh, Mia, I'm tied up right now. Can I hit you back when I'm free?"
"Alright! But apartment is seriously nice. Wait too long and it might get rented out!"
"Got it! I'll call you soon as I can."
Lawson quickly hung up.
Blake looked at Lawson, face completely neutral.
"Who was that girl?"
"Friend's sister. Asked her to help me find new place. You know how shitty my last apartment was."
Lawson looked completely honest, mainly because he actually had zero going on with Mia.
Truthfully, Blake already overheard most of call since her head was resting on his chest. She just wanted him to say it himself.
Faint trace of joy appeared on Blake's face, but she deliberately put on generous act.
"Oh, just friend's sister! Lawson, if it's nice apartment, go check it out! Finding good place in LA isn't easy!"
Lawson looked highly hesitant.
"Blake, but you..."
Blake loved seeing Lawson care about her, but she wasn't going to try tying him down.
"It's fine. I feel lot better already. Shouldn't be major issue."
"Alright. I'll go check out place, then come straight back to hotel."
"Okay!"
Leaving Dolphin Hotel, Lawson called Mia. She told him to meet her at spot called Toretto's Cafe.
Arriving at Toretto's Cafe, Lawson realized this was shop Mia ran with her brother, Dom.
When Lawson walked in, Dom, Vince, and Jesse were all there.
After trading greetings, Dom spoke up.
"Hey Lawson, why didn't you tell me you were looking for place?"
"Figured telling Mia was same as telling you."
"Fair point!"
Seeing Lawson, Mia's eyes lit up. She pulled out prepped documents and handed them over.
"Apartment I mentioned is right next to Caltech. International student graduated and moved out, so it just opened up. Better decide quick, or it'll probably get rented out in few days."
Looking at photos in file, Lawson felt apartment was actually pretty solid.
But he still needed to see it in person to know for sure.
"Mia, want to head over now. Is landlord free?"
"I'll call landlord. Shouldn't be problem."
While Mia called landlord, Lawson chatted with Dom and checked out surroundings.
Toretto's Cafe wasn't huge, but decor felt incredibly cozy.
Business didn't look too hot though. Middle of day, and place was completely dead.
But Dom and Mia clearly didn't rely on cafe to put food on table. Place was highly likely just front.
Right as he thought that, unexpected guest walked into cafe.
"Boss, let me get sandwich, and iced Americano!"