“I’m going to fill this pretty pussy up.” A faint crinkling sounded behind me. “Fuck you so hard you can’t speak.”
I braced myself for what I knew was coming. A moment later, I felt contact. But to my surprise, it wasn’t a thrust that came next. It was Mitchell’s tongue, hot and wet, lashing across my wet slit.
I cried out, bucking under him.
“More delicious than I imagined.” That was Mitchell now, his voice almost reverent, his breath hot on my cool skin and wet, exposed opening. His tongue dove into me, dipping right into my entrance. He curled it in and out, fucking me with his tongue. My body clenched around him, my upper half still pinned down. I cried out at the sensation, and the shocking intimacy of the act.
It felt so,sogood. I pushed backward, desperate for him to continue, needing more, more,more.
But he pulled out of me, and I cried out, bereft. Only to feel his lips and teeth gently capture my clit, his tongue pressing my most sensitive spot. I screamed. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt. “Mitchell,fuck.”
He flicked his tongue, making a wave of pure electric pressure rush toward me. I’d never been quick to come. Never. Not even with myself. But Mitchell was about to tumble me over the edge in seconds.
But he abruptly stopped, giving my pussy a gentle slap. “Not yet.” He straightened up, notching his cock at my slit. I could feel the hot pressure of his head teasing me, the tip nearly enveloped in my heat.
I nearly gagged from the intensity of the sensations.
“Last chance, Winona.” Mitchell’s hands wrapped around my hips. He was still making sure this was how I wanted our first time together.
I never would have dreamed it could be like this.
I wanted it all the way. Full stop. “Fucking do it,” Igrunted, my voice primal. “Or are you chickening out? Do you?—”
He cut me off with one thunderous, punishing thrust.
His thickness was unexpected. I stretched this close to painfully around him as he rammed full-tilt inside of me. Pleasure so exquisite ripped through me, the sound choking to silence in my throat as I tried to breathe through it. Mitchell’s hand slid over the back of my head, grasping my hair and tugging my face back. “That’s right,” he growled as his other hand held me in place. He withdrew and slammed into me once more. “Take this cock like the good little slut you are.”
Those were Vyke’s words. I’d made myself come to them countless times before, always wondering afterward why degradation did it for me. But as Mitchell slammed into me, delicious dirty words spilling from his lips, I finally understood. This was the unraveling of the stitching I used to hold myself so tight together. A final relinquishment of my iron grip on myself.
And Mitchell knew. He checked in, got my okay, but never backed down. He did exactly what I needed, and felt me respond in kind.
“Say it again,” I said, my throat constricted from the angle of my head tipped back, the relentless thrusting of Mitchell’s cock inside of me. He felt enormous, like a rutting monster. I felt like I was dying somehow; some part of me falling away to become more raw and vulnerable than I’d ever been. I lost that weak, feeble part of me as I screamed. “Again!”
“My little slut’s pussy is so fucking greedy for this cock,” Mitchell ground out. Was he restraining himself? “I think you want to be my plaything, don’t you, little bunny? Mine to fuck when I need to come? However I want?”
“Yes,” I cried. I was going to come.
I think he knew, because he drew me up, settling back on his haunches, taking me with him. His hand held my throat,tipping my face up. He rocked as he spoke, his cock’s movements languid inside of me. “I’m taking what I need this time, Winona,” Mitchell breathed in my ear. “I’m going to come inside you, and you’re going to take it. But this is the last time like this tonight. Okay?”
“You won’t fuck me again?”
“Oh, I’ll fuck you,” he said. “But not until I make you come so many times you can’t speak. Are we clear?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me you won’t come right now.”
“I’ll try.”
“Not good enough.”
“Please,” I begged.
He folded me back down to my hands and knees, thrusting into me once more.
I felt giddy, like he couldn’t win this one. I reached down to touch myself, but Mitchell grabbed my arm, pinning it gently behind my hips.
A sting exploded across my ass as his other hand made contact. “Try it again, and you’ll get another one.”
