“It will squirt out. You’ll swallow it, or I’ll pull out of your mouth and let it hit your breasts. I can’t wait to see my seed dripping off your nipples. I can’t wait to watch you rub it into your tits. I can’t wait for you to gather it up and suck it from your fingers while I watch.” Fuck, she’s precious.
Her eyes are wide. She blinks and licks her lips. None of my suggestions are turning her off.
I reach up and cup her cheek, stroking with my thumb. “Sometimes, my cock will be a comfort inside your cunt, but other times you might find comfort in suckling it.”
Rebekah’s breathing grows more erratic. She holds my gaze, not looking away. Her chest rises and falls, her little nipples hard points. I lower my hands and bring both of them to her tits, pinching the buds slightly until she arches and whimpers.
She doesn’t bat me away, and she seems to enjoy the slight pain. Taking my cue from her reaction, I pinch her tips harder and give a slight tug. I haven’t gotten to spend enough time worshipping these little berries yet.
I flip my hands over, capture the buds between my fingers, and hold them captive while I flick them with my thumbs.
“That feels good,” she breathes out.
I smile. “I’m glad, sweetheart. I intend to devote a lot of time to your pretty nipples. I’ll suckle them often, that way it won’t hurt as much when they need expressing.”
“Adam…” She squeezes my cock. She likes my dirty talk. It embarrasses her, but at the same time, my words make her horny. With every moment that I get to know her better, she grows more endearing to me.
“I need you again,” she boldly confesses.
“I’m not going to put my cock inside you again tonight, sweetheart. You’re too sore. But I’ll let you come another way. Look down at my cock. Watch as you stroke it until I come.” I want her eyes on my shaft. I want to feel her gaze as she learns every inch of my body. “I’ll reward you after my seed fills your hand.”
She smiles as she goes to work. Her enthusiasm is delightful. I love how she experiments with all the ways to touch me and my reactions. I don’t interrupt her. There’s no reason. There’s nothing I need her to do differently. I could come from her gaze alone. With the addition of her small hands, nothing else matters. Watching her hold me makes my dick ten times harder.
It only takes another minute for me to come, and I groan deeply as my seed squirts out, the white semen bursting into the water.
When she lifts her head, she’s grinning with satisfaction.
“Good girl.” I’m breathless as I cup her face. After a few seconds, I say, “Are you ready for your reward?”
“Yes.” Her voice is gravelly with anticipation.
“Bring your fingers to your clit, sweetheart. I want to watch as you learn what feels good.”
Her cheeks turn pink. I knew they would. She’s adorable. “T-touch myself?”
“Yes. Sometimes, I’ll instruct you to finger yourself, sweetheart. You’ll come without my help.” I tap her nose. “What you may not do is touch yourself without permission. Your orgasms are mine. If your little pussy gets needy, you’ll tell me. If you want my cock, you’ll ask for it. If you want to finger your pussy, you’ll come to me and request permission.”
Her mouth hangs open. I love shocking her, especially with my dirty words. She reacts so strongly when I make demands. I would never insist she do something she didn’t enjoy, but I will always incorporate filthy sex talk into our lives now that I know how flustered she will get.
She swallows. “I-I don’t know how.”
“You’ll learn.” I take her hand and bring her fingers to her center, angling her middle finger directly over the swollen nub. “Stroke your pretty clit, sweetheart. Sometimes, I’ll let you thrust your fingers into your cunt, but not tonight. You’re too sore. You’ll make yourself come from playing with your little nub. Do whatever feels good. Circle it. Flick it. Pinch it. Twist it. Figure out what you like.”
I press down on her finger, pushing it against the bundle of nerves until she gasps. Then I remove my hand and watch between her legs.
My firecracker hesitates for only a moment before she strokes herself. Sexy as fuck, especially when she arches her chest. Her nipples are hard and needy.
“Bring your other hand to your tit, sweetheart,” I instruct. “Play with it, too. Same options. Flick, circle, pinch, twist, pull on it. Whatever feels good.”
Trembling, she obeys me, and I can see how focused she is for a while until she finds her rhythm. When she does, she meets my gaze. Her face is flushed, and she’s biting down on her bottom lip.
“Let it feel good, sweetheart. When you’re ready, come for me.”
She rocks forward and backward, probably unaware that her body is making the motion of thrusting as she would with me inside her. Finally, she freezes, her lip falling free from captivity, her eyes rolling back.
There is no greater sight in the world than my girl’s body pulsing as her release consumes her. As she comes back down to Earth, she slumps forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, heaving for oxygen. “I had no idea,” she whispers.
I kiss her neck and hold her tight. “Now you know, firecracker. Now you know.”
