to me or my reactions, but the strange, painful contractions are picking up again. Deeper and lower... inside my pussy, they’re like a simmering climax just waiting to erupt. He torments my chest, shifting his teeth back-and-forth as an answering clench responds deep inside my body. More sticky fluid pours into his hand as his fingers stay frozen against me.
I totally understand what I want. My thighs have opened wider. As I shift against his hand, grasping for the friction that I know I need, I look down at his cock again.
But when I reach for it, he catches my hand, causing me to whimper as he releases between my legs. “What do you need?” He’s being a bit of an asshole, considering what I’m suffering. I’m sure he knows what I want now. “I want to hear the words,” he grunts out, leaving me gasping and twitching as I fight the urge to do exactly what he says.
“I want you,” I admit softly. He releases my arm, dropping his palm back between my legs and sending a stinging pain zinging through my body. Heat scorches across my skin. I ache in a way that has me whimpering in defeat. “I’m so ready. I need you now. Please!”
I definitely feel ready. As he gingerly pulls his arm from under my head, he lifts above me, and I’m exposed to his cock at full size. As big as my forearm and as thick as my wrist, I swallow hard, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into. But that’s just my brain, and my body’s working on autopilot as I spread my legs wider while he settles between them.
As nervous as I am, the combined scent of myself mixed with the strange comforting odor that seems to permeate from his skin, has my body wiggling with encouragement as he lowers himself down. I gasp as his hard tip slides through my moisture. The muscles in his chest twitch and dance, and I cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples and gliding them across his smooth, hard skin. I’m surprised when I feel my pussy spread by his fingers. My back arches, and I can’t stop the moan escaping as he groans at the same time.
I reach down and grab his cock that’s resting against my stomach. Circling the head in the palm of my hand, a burst of fluid shoots from the tip. For a moment, I’m afraid he’s come. That’d be so disappointing. But he doesn’t soften, and the fluid seems to release on every downward stroke of my hand as I use the same rhythm of his fingers dancing against me.
For several minutes, we touch each other together, while we both purr and groan. I’m so ready. I feel on fire and can’t wait to be filled. His fingers inside me, finding my sweet spot that’s driving me crazy. I lower my hand to the base of his cock, squeezing tightly and then fondling down to his balls to rub behind them without mercy. If he’s going to torture me, I can give it right back.
Each penetration of his fingers goes a little deeper. Wet, sucking sounds permeate the air along with the sweet scent that I’m amazed is coming from me. “You feel so tight.” He’s circling his fingers now, and I know he’s attempting to get me ready for him. That may be an exercise in futility. It’s going to hurt no matter what.
Drawing my hand up his shaft, I squeeze at the head, giving him my best pleading look. “Please, let’s just try.” My begging seems to make him harder in my hand. His fingers slow, and then he withdraws them as my body clutches at them uselessly.
Letting out a moan, I hold my breath as he gazes down between my legs. I watch as he lines himself up at my entrance, rocking his hips slightly forward as the head of his cock breaches my lower lips. The fullness is instantaneous and all-consuming, but it feels so perfect. He lets out a purr that rumbles like an earthquake, vibrating through him all the way into me, and it’s as if my body answers him as more clear, sticky fluid spills around his length. Clutching just below the head of his cock, I rock my hips down, watching my body swallow the first inch or two. “Please quit teasing me.”
I’m almost sobbing with frustration, but when I look at him he appears almost angry. Is he mad at me for