Master's teeth grazed over the sensitive nub between my legs, drawing another cry of pleasure from me as he forced a third finger into my tight channel.
"That's it, pretty flower. Take my fingers. Fuck yourself on them so we can stretch you out. I'm desperate to have this pussy wrapped around my cock."
Ugh. The dirty talk was going to make me come even more than the evil things he was doing to me.
I lost track of how long Master worked me like that, fucking me with his fingers as his teeth, lips, and tongue cleaned up all the juices he got from me.
And then his large body was hovering over mine, his fingers still planted deep within me.
"You're going to take me now, Jolie. Be a good girl and take your Master's cock."
Before I could form a response, I felt empty as he withdrew his fingers. I watched in rapt fascination as he took the juices he got from me and jacked his cock with it.
My body was a mix of emotions.
Need. Fear. Excitement. Abject terror at having him inside me for my first time.
But more than anything else, I felt like I'd finally reached my pinnacle. As if this was the moment I'd been waiting for my entire life.
Master lifted my ass off the bed and put a pillow under it before he pushed the head of his dick against my entrance.
At first I didn't get what the big deal was about.
And then I really got what thebigdeal was about.
Holy shit.
It was tight.
It was hot.
It washard as fuck. And hurt.
Why did people want to do this?
"You're doing so good, pretty flower. Such a good girl. Almost there," he praised me and I immediately got it.
I would do anything, take anything, fuck I'dbeanything if he praised me like that. If Master asked it of me, I'd twist myself into a damn pretzel.
It still hurt, but with the way he was looking at me, with the soft, sweet words Master whispered to me I started feeling something else.
The hot pain turned into a warm pleasure.
The tight stretch turned into a delicious burn.
The hard cock turned into sweet, sweet friction, rubbing me in exactly the way I needed.
I chanced a look down to where he was filling me and nearly came undone at the dirty picture we made.
His thick, dark cock splitting me wide open.
Master's large frame dwarfed me, as he wrapped himself around me while he slowly thrust into me with careful, controlled strokes.
His jaw ticked and his body was strung so tight as he tried to stop himself from rutting into me like the beast he was.
And that just wouldn't do.
I didn't want him to be controlled or careful.
