The absolute bastard.
“I didn’t give you more than you could handle,” he tells me before smoothing his rough hand over my smarting bottom. “And I wouldn’t have done it if your body wasn’t telling me it was exactly what you needed,” he adds, dragging his finger down to my throbbing pussy.
I whimper out loud. I can’t help it. The spanking sparked me to flame. “Asshole. Keep touching me.”
He chuckles again. “I will. Just tell me you’re not going to fake it anymore. Not going to rob yourself of your own pleasure because you’re worried about mine or worried about me getting impatient.” With his demand, his fingers delve. Spreading me open, making me suck in a breath. “I’m not going to get fucking impatient,” he tells me, just as he shoves a finger into my slick entrance.
The noisesquelches. It’s humiliating how wet I am. My entire body feels like it’s caught on fire, but he quenches that embarrassment when he groans, like he thinks it’s actually the sexiest sound he’s ever heard.
“How could I ever get impatient when I’m seeing you? When I’m touching you?” he grinds out, swirling his finger for a second before he takes it out. I look up to see him suck his finger into his mouth, licking my juices clean off with a satisfied groan. “How could I get impatient when I’m fuckingtastingyou?”
He twists me until I’m sitting on his lap, chest to chest, though my ass is saved because each of my thighs is on the outside of his, my bottom hovering in the space between his legs.
“You don’t fake with me. You not ready to come? Then that’s fucking heaven for me because it means I get to keep touching you.” His mouth comes down, beard scrapingagainst my neck. “Get to keep tasting you.” Those lips press against mine, making me taste my own arousal with decadent wickedness. “Get to keep fucking you…”
Pulling back, he looks into my eyes. “Nowtake your pleasure, Rissa.”
His command is like a release all its own. A bubble of pressure suddenly popping and expelling an excited bliss.
I grip him hard, making his cock jump in my hand. I stroke up and down, watching his face, delighting in his expression of craving. Then I shove him back, and he goes easily, his weight making the bed shake as he lands.
Straddling him once more, I drag one of his hands to my waist and the other to my clit. “Touch me.”
He does. Exactly the way I showed him.
I grind over his cock, and the sensation of his hard, hot length beneath me is erotic. Exciting. Every time I shift my hips, teasing him and dragging my wetness over him, he lets out a groan and watches me with rapt attention.
“Fucking perfect,” he tells me.
“Not quite…”
Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his width, fingers not quite meeting. With excited flutters in my stomach, I lift up, lining him up with my entrance, and then I slowly, slowly sink down.
Great Divine…
The stretch is unbelievable. I wasn’t lying when I said he’s the biggest I’ve seen, and certainly the biggest I’ve ever had. My body works to accommodate him, and I close my eyes, letting myself slowly descend, letting myself feel every single inch until I’ve dropped down all the way and I’m so full I have to remind myself to breathe.
I look down at him, and he’s watching me like he never wants to look away.
Then, I start to move.
Slowly at first, getting him coated in my wetness, working myself up and down, rocking back and forth. I test every movement to see what I like. To see how he feels best in me while he keeps dragging his touch over my clit, making me even wetter, even hotter.
“You feel…”
“Fucking perfect,” he finishes.
Yes. Exactly that.
My hips roll as I grind myself into him, against him, and every nerve ending is lit up like lanterns. I’m hot all over, like I could combust into flames. But I need more.
“Flip me,” I order.
He does it in a heartbeat, moving me so easily it makes my stomach jump. Then I’m beneath his powerful body, and my legs are curled around his hips. He thrusts into me, making my eyes roll back with pleasure so that I barely even notice the stinging of my ass as I’m pressed into the mattress.
I reach down and rub my clit with one hand and cup his balls with the other, my breasts bouncing with his movements as I moan and writhe.
“Fuck.”
