I’m vibrating with need. My pussy is clenching around him with every thrust, trying to pull him deeper. My clit is throbbing, desperate for attention.
“Grim,” I plead. “Please. I need to come.”
“I know.” His voice is strained. He’s close too. I can hear it in his voice.
He keeps that maddening rhythm. Deep and slow.
He puts a finger against my back entrance.
My eyes fly open, and I yelp in shock.
“Shhhhh.” His voice is soothing, even as he continues to fuck me…slowly but deep and hard. “Trust me.”
I pant hard as the pressure increases. Grim pushes the tip of his finger into my ass. I think it’s his thumb.
I’m breathing hard. I sound like I’m running a marathon. He keeps fucking me. Keeps me on the edge.
His finger is…it… It’s so different. So intense.
“Trust me,” he grunts again.
I make a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a yes.
He pushes the tip of his finger further inside, just barely breaching that tight ring of muscle.
I moan, louder than I should.
“Quiet,” he warns.
When he pushes in just that little deeper, the sensation is immediate and overwhelming. It’s like someone turned up all the senses inside me. Everything feels more intense. More alive. My G-spot becomes a live wire, every thrust sending shockwaves through my entire body.
I make a soft keening noise as my pussy starts to flutter around him.
He fucks me a little harder. A little faster. His finger goes a little deeper, and my jaw goes slack as everything lets go.
I open my mouth to scream, but his other hand clamps over it, muffling the sound. He is hunched over me, with his thumb in my ass and his hand clamped tightly over my mouth, still thrusting into me.
And I come hard. Harder than I ever have before. My whole body convulses. He holds me down with his cock and his body. I can’t move. I can’t make a sound. I can only feel. My pussy clamps down on his cock so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t hurthim. I feel it in every part of me, from my toes to my fingers, even behind my eyes.
Grim’s movements become more frantic. The table starts to scrape across the floor again. His breathing is harsh against my back. His cock jerks inside me, and then heat floods me as he comes with a muffled groan.
But he doesn’t stop.
He keeps going, his movements still frantic. The sensation is overwhelming. I’m too sensitive.
He moves the finger in my back entrance again, pushing a tiny bit deeper, working it in and out in time with his thrusts. It’s too much. I’m going to die.
Holy shit!
The next orgasm that slams into me is even more intense than the first. My body doesn’t know what to do with all the sensations. I’m shaking. Trembling. Coming so hard, I think I might actually pass out. I groan into his hand. Tears spring into my eyes.
Grim rides it out with me, making me feel every second of it. Drawing it out until I’m a quivering, boneless mess on the kitchen table.
Only then does he slow down. His thrusts become gentler. Slower. Until finally, he stops.
He collapses over me, bracing himself so he doesn’t crush me. The table creaks under our combined weight. We’re both breathing hard.
After what feels like forever, he pulls out of me.
