When I lift my finger, it comes off glistening with her honey, and the panties have a wet spot where I pressed down. With a grunt, I lower my face and take as much of her pussy into my mouth as I can fit, sucking through the fabric.
So fucking delicious. But not enough.
I tunnel my finger under the gusset, dragging it over her lower labia, getting it nice and wet from the juices already pouring out of her. My cock leaks as I slowly push the digitinside her, her velvet walls a maddening heaven I never thought I’d experience. Not a man like me, with as much blood as I have on my hands. Hands I’m now using to pleasure this beautiful angel as she sleeps.
Basia’s head tips back as I rotate my finger and find the spongy patch of overlapping nerves, pressing against it rhythmically, and I remember to position the mask back over my face.
The material of the towel chafes against my cockhead, so I pause just long enough to tear it off, freeing my dick, before I start massaging her clit over her now-damp panties.
She mumbles in her sleep, and I slow down, leaning closer to try and catch the words.
“Please,” she breathes, making my cock bob against my lower stomach.
“Please, what, darling?” I ask quietly, my voice coming out distorted through the gas mask. I thrust inside her with three rough, consecutive strokes. “More of this? Or… stop?”
I pull out and caress her thighs with one hand, wrapping the other around my shaft and squeezing hard.
“No, don’t,” she answers, her eyes still closed. I hold my breath, my hand frozen on my cock. “Don’t stop,” Basia breathes.
It’s like her words have power over my heart, restarting it and pumping blood into my veins, making my skin prickle with satisfaction.
“I’ll never leave you hanging, darling,” I promise her. “I’ll always make sure you’ve had your fill.”
The need to come fogs my head, making a monster I didn’t know existed inside me salivate to take her, fuck her, fill her insides with my cum. But when I glance up at her face, still so innocent-looking despite her softly panting breaths, I clench my teeth and hiss.
I can’t do it. At least… not tonight.
Instead of ripping off her panties, I move up until I’m over her thighs and my dick is level with where it wants to be the most. I grab it and tap my cockhead against her mound, right over her swollen clit, almost visible through the soaked material. When a string of my precum and her arousal connects our sexes, I let out a grunt of pain.
“I want you so fucking bad, Basia,” I growl. “So fucking bad it hurts.”
I start thrusting my hips while pressing my cock down against her body, each upward stroke bumping against her clit, each downward glide dragging against it.
“I’m going to spank your pussy with a velvet flogger until you come just from that,” I say as I drive us both higher. “Then I’m going to fuck you with the handle until you come again.”
I move faster, my movements jerkier, less controlled. I’m so losing myself in her, in her body, her panties like a failed chastity belt between us. I’m going to paint them with my cum soon.
“Oh,” Basia moans, her body tensing under me.
“Are you dreaming of me, darling?” I hiss through my teeth. “Is it me you’re going to come for?”
I take one of her breasts in my hand, tugging on the nipple through her top.
“Tell me,” I order, the words sounding incredibly sinister through the filters of my mask. “Tell me who you want fucking you, Basia.”
“Caleb,” she says with a long, drawn-out moan, signing her fate.
“That’s right. You’re mine. All fucking mine.”
I punctuate each sentence with a hard thrust.
Basia’s eyelids flutter, opening just enough for me to see the sparkle of the muted lighting reflect on the glassy surface. Then her eyes shut tightly as her body tenses under mine.
“Oh fuck,” I groan when I feel the waves of her orgasm where we’re connected through her underwear. “Fuck, Basia!”
I don’t bother muffling my growls as I finally let myself come, painting the tops of Basia’s panties and her lower belly, just like I fantasized. I don’t stop squeezing my shaft until the last drop is deposited, then use my fingers to rub it in, enjoying the way it mixes with her release.
I’m still breathing hard when the post-nut clarity hits me.
