“I like that you let me mark you,” I murmur. “I like looking at your body and seeing that I’ve claimed you.”
My gaze rakes over him as I straddle him, my fingertips tracing his lips. “Open,” I order. When he does, I shove two fingers into his mouth, pushing them towards the back of his throat.
His cheeks, streaked with tears from taking my cock deep earlier, hollow as he sucks on them. “Yeah, choke yourself onthem, Babydoll. You look so damn needy like this. You wish that was my dick in your mouth instead?”
He whines in response, and the sound inflames me. “Open yourself up for me,” I order, my voice hoarse with urgency. “Get it all slick for me. I need to be inside you.”
I moan in appreciation as I watch him obey me. “That’s so sexy, seeing you finger-fuck yourself while you suck on my fingers.” My cock pulses as I lube it up with my other hand.
His legs are already trembling by the time I push them back and notch my cockhead at his entrance. “Can I take you all at once?” I ask. As soon as he nods, I hilt myself inside of him with a ragged groan.
“Holy shit — I can never get over how good you feel. The whole way home, all I could think about was how I couldn’t wait to be inside you again. Fucking missed you something fierce.”
I roll my hips and sink deeply into him again. Errol lets out the sexiest whimper, spurring me on faster. “God, Stud — I missed you so much, too. And missed you filling me up. Please,pleasepump a big load into me.”
“Yeah? You want this pussy overflowing, Babydoll? I want to hear it.”
Errol’s eyes are glazed-over with lust as he fixes them on me. “I get so turned on thinking about you going two or three rounds — filling me up with so much that I can’t hold it all. I swear to God, just thinking about that could probably get me to come right now.”
“Yeah?” This is a new development. “Even with the cage on your cock?”
“Uh-huh.” He licks his lips. “Can I?”
I shake my head and Errol lets out a whine. “Tell me how bad you need me to fill you up, though, and you’re gonna get it.”
“Wreck me, make a mess out of me —wipe it up with your fingers when it runs down my thighs and make me lick them clean for you,” he moans. “Give me that, Stud — please.”
Oh, God —Errol’s strained, gasping pleas are my kryptonite. I’d be embarrassed about blowing my load so soon if he didn’t feel so goddamn amazing. Just the thought of filling him up like that sends a rush of warmth and tingling electricity through my body as my orgasm crashes over me.
I fall onto Errol, panting hard as I empty my balls into him. After I catch my breath and slide out of him, I catch his earlobe with my teeth. “Beg me to come,” I murmur in his ear. “I love hearing you desperate. Tell me how bad you need it.”
“Please, Stud —please let me come. My balls are so full right now —feels like I could explode,” he pleads. When I trail my fingers down his torso, he bucks his hips up with a whine.
I slide my hand down between his legs, making a hungry noise in my throat when I find what I was looking for. Errol is shaking as I finger his entrance, swollen and dripping with my load. He whimpers and I chuckle. “What’s that, Babydoll?”
“I — I’m too close… I can’t —” When I slip a finger inside him, a tremor rolls through his entire body, cutting off his words.
“Ohhh, that’s it, isn’t it?” I tease. I bet I can make him explode, even with the cage. “You don’t even care about that caged-up cock, do you? You just want this hole destroyed so badly that you can’t even hold my load inside of you, huh?” Errol lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. I keep fingering him as I continue.
“Think I’d dress you in a pair of skimpy panties that couldn’t possibly hold it all, because I want it running down your leg. I bet you’re filthy enough that your dick would be trying to get hard in its cage while you feel my load leaking out of that loose, wrecked cunt.”
From the breathy little noises he’s letting out, I can tell he’s so close. I slip a second finger into his hole, pushing deeper into him until I find that spot like he showed me earlier. I drag my fingers over it because I want to pull him over the edge.
“Open,” I whisper. Errol parts his lips, need burning in his eyes. I spit into his open mouth.
His eyelids flutter and he lets out a strangled wail. His hips jerk and rock up, thrusting into nothing as he blows his load in spite of the device. I grin to myself, happy I could get him off like this.
“Ohhh, you dirty girl.” I shake my head at him with a little smirk. “You just came in your cage without permission, didn’t you?”
Errol’s eyes fill and he takes a couple big gulps of air. Huh. That orgasm must have taken more out of him than I realized.
I’m horrified when he starts sobbing. I yank my hand free, quickly wiping it dry on my leg. My heart is pounding.What the fuck did I do wrong?
“Sorry — I’m sorry, Ran!” Errol swings himself upright, his words broken up by his jagged breath. “Sorry, sorry,” he wails, burying his face in his hands. “I tried, I really tried.” His shoulders slump and he bursts into more tears.
“No! baby — no! Please don’t —” I’m confused. I’m also beside myself, because while I don’t knowquitewhat I did, I know with a sinking certainty that I seriously fucked up.
I pull Errol into my arms. “You didn’t do anything wrong! Please, baby — Errol, please don’t cry! It’s OK, everything’s OK.”
