I grab her wrists with my free hand and pin them to her back, pushing her down against the mattress, and straddle her legs. Then I turn my attention back to her bottom.
“Relax,” I murmur. “Or it’ll hurt a lot more.”
She does her best to suck in deep breaths while I continue to circle her little hole slowly, rubbing over it, until she gets used to the sensation. She even lets out a moan of pleasure. Her body untenses and sags into the mattress.
As soon as she does, I work my finger into her, pushing through the little ring of muscle.
She shrieks in surprise, and I let go of her wrists to run a soothing hand down her back.
“Shush, little pet,” I soothe her. “Open up for me.”
She does her best, but her body seems intent on pushing me out. Every inch is a battle. Little by little, I manage to ease my finger in. It’s still coated in her arousal, making it easier. At last, I’ve penetrated her entirely.
“Good girl,” I say, letting go of her wrists to stroke her cheek.
Her hands grab mine and squeeze it against her. I allow her that comfort, and keep my finger still, letting her get used to the sensation.
After a few moments, I begin to slowly thrust my finger in and out of her. She lets out a gasp. But she doesn’t move, so I go faster.She starts to squirm again, wincing with pain, her bottom clenching around the intrusion. But I keep going, faster still. Her reaction turns me on, and I hungrily lick up the salty tears that make their way down her face.
“My little pet,” I purr in her ear. “My little captive. I’m going to make you come now.”
I flip her onto her back, keeping my finger lodged in her bottom, and I’m surprised to see she’s soaking. She wasn’t kidding. My girl really does like pain.
I bring my tongue to her folds and suck the moisture away. The second my mouth leaves her pussy, she arches up for more, but the punishing finger in her bottom makes her cry out in pain. She falls back on the mattress, body clenching around my finger. If only she’d relax, it would be a lot less painful. But I guess that’s how she likes it.
I find her clit and roll it in my mouth, smirking as she jerks at the sensations overpowering her body. But every movement sharply reminds her of the intrusion. I can tell she’s torn between discomfort and desire.
I flit my tongue in her pussy, exploring her hot inner walls, finding the spot that makes her cry out with lust. She relaxes now for the first time, her mind entirely on my mouth, and I lap at her harder. She shudders with need.
I can’t take it anymore. My own cock is pulsing with arousal, and though I’ve already decided she’s not ready to take it yet, I need to do something to alleviate the pressure.
I guide her over me so that her pussy is on my face and her head on my crotch. My finger is still deep in her ass, but I twirl my free hand around her hair, forcing her head to remain down. The touch isn’t much, but it keeps me from being driven mad withfrustration.
I don’t want to go mad, but I do want to drivehercrazy.
My tongue flits in and out of her little entrance, tickling her G-spot before darting out to lap up her arousal. I alternate licking and sucking, drawing her clit into my mouth, toying with it as she squirms, occasionally using teeth if I feel like the pleasure is building too fast.
Not yet, my pet.
And every time she wriggles or moans with need, I punish her for it, finger fucking her ass so hard she cries.
At last, though, my own frustration gets the better of me. I don’t think I can survive another second of these blue balls. I suck her clit harder, and reach a leg over her neck to pin her down when she begins to wriggle uncontrollably above me. I push my tongue insistently over her G-spot as my lip stays glued to her clit, and I finger her hard.
The squirming gets more desperate, accompanied by breathless yelps, and finally, I feel her spasm around me. I drink up her sweet orgasm, drawing it out for as long as possible. Then she sags on top of me, drained of energy.
Quickly, I push her off me and unzip my pants. But I don’t fully make it. Thick, hot ropes of cum fall over her bottom, but the rest of it ends up in my boxers.
I can’t remember the last time that happened.
I take a mental snapshot of the glorious sight of half my arousal glistening on her pink cheeks. Then I jump up to grab a roll of paper towels from the kitchen. I try to clean myself as much as possible, but there’s a large wet stain on the front of my pants. I return to the bedroom and pat her bottom dry. She turns to me, her eyes foggy with pleasure.
“Stay with me?” she murmurs shyly.
I wish I could. I really wish I could. But right now, it’s not just work that calls me away. I creamed my pants like a teenager, and I need to go change before the boys see it.
I kiss her softly.
“Dinner tonight,” I promise her. “Be ready at eight.”
