Buttercup (Spell Library #10) - Helen Scott Page 0,29

Do you need my cock inside you?" I let my fingers glide up and down the inside of her thighs as they trembled ever more. "I need to hear you say it," I demanded

"I need you Ausar. I need your dick inside me," she panted.

I thrust two fingers into her hot, wet channel and she gasped, her hips rolling against my hand. Hot and tight and perfect. My thumb slid up between her folds and pressed hard on her clit, moving in circles until she was bucking against my hand. I removed my fingers, unable to resist the temptation of tasting her any further.

After sucking my digits clean under her lust filled stare I captured her gaze, and didn't break it as I licked from the bottom of her slit to her clit, scooping up all her wetness on my tongue so I could taste her. The taste drove my sphinx wild and he roared in impatience. I swallowed her down and worshiped her pussy, showing her how much I needed her with my tongue and fingers, until she shook and screamed and her pussy clenched and rippled around me.

I let her ride the fullness of her pleasure until I felt the muscles in her pussy stop contracting around me. Gently, I withdrew. I wiped my mouth off and pulled her down from the counter. "I need you to get on your hands and knees and spread your legs."

She did as I asked without question and I followed her to the floor, moving my cock to line up with her entrance. I spread her juices over the head before smacking it against her swollen clit a couple of times, making her yelp in surprise, then I aligned myself once more and thrust in. I'd intended to ease in, little by little, giving her body time to adjust, but my sphinx had other ideas.

My claws extended on my hands and I had to be careful not to scratch Buttercup as I gripped her hips and thrust into her. Her moans and the way her hips were meeting mine, thrust for thrust, were almost my undoing before I even got started. Her pale skin contrasted with my dark tones, making it all the more obvious where we were joined.

I watched my cock disappear into her pussy over and over again, watched the jiggle of her ass cheeks as I slammed home time after time. It wasn't enough. I wanted more.

Quickly, I pulled out and got to my feet before sinking into a squat over her and thrusting into her once more. The sphinx was happier with this position. I was able to use my thighs to thrust more powerfully and could feel my balls slapping against her pussy as I pounded into her.

The sphinx might have been happier with this position, but the man wasn't. I pulled out again and flipped Buttercup over. The flush on her cheeks, the lust dazed eyes, the sway of her breasts, I needed to see it all. I was more than just an animal fucking to procreate.

I slid back home again and rocked slowly inside her, letting my cock stroke against her walls, waiting for that pulse that let me know I hit the right spot. When I did feel it, I saw her nipples peak through her T-shirt and bra, and she arched her back.

"Sit up," I panted.

She did so, and I lay back.

"Take your T-shirt and bra off and ride me. Fuck yourself to an orgasm on my cock," I growled.

I leaned back and watched in fascination as she pulled her T-shirt up and over her head, revealing the lacy bra underneath. The purple marks on her chest were visible again, but I wasn't sure if she realized it. Her nipples were a deep amethyst color even through the creamy lace of her bra.

When she freed her breasts of the contraption, I groaned in appreciation. They were full and heavy and swayed with every slight motion, and as she started to ride me, they jumped and jiggled, and I couldn't resist touching them. I rolled her jewel-toned buds between my fingertips and she arched into my touch which only made my dick harder for her.

She stopped bouncing on my cock and began to roll her hips instead, only moving up and down occasionally. Her pants and moans, combined with the movement and the hot wet grip of her pussy, were bringing me closer to the edge than I wanted. I needed her to come