He made me want to come until I couldn’t come again and?—
I mewled when his dick settled against my folds. Not having heard him unzip his fly, it came as a surprise but the best kind. Then, that blunt, thick, fat motherfucker of a head was right at my core. Suddenly, those three fingers from before seemed small as he pushed into me.
I was wet. But there was no evading his size.
I quivered, tauter than a bow, as, with every inch he claimed, his teeth burrowed harder into my skin.
Sure, he’d draw blood, but I found I just didn’t care.
I wasn’t a nurse here. Just Kitty. Hisduci.
Another shudder wreaked havoc on my central nervous system as he pumped into me, shallow thrusts that stoked a fire as it tripped every trigger my pussy possessed.
Panting, grateful for the breeze in my face, I stared blindly at a koi fish that fluttered around the lake’s edge as he rocked deeper still.
Then, his fingers returned to my clit.
He replicated my earlier instructions. Ordinarily, I’d applaud his memory, but this time, I winced as the new position changed too much, made it?—
“I’m so fucking sensitive. Fuck. Slower. Oh, god, Stan, hell. Please! Stan! I-I want to scream. I—” My words broke off as tears flooded my eyes.
This hurt so good.
He was so deep.
I was so full of him.
He was everywhere.
I couldn’t breathe.
But I didn’t want to.
I had no idea what I wanted aside from him. All of him. Forever.
My head bowed, dangling on my neck as holding it up was too strenuous. My vision blurred as I keened through the final couple inches of his claiming. His fingers swirled around my clit, giving me what I needed, but when he sucked instead of bit at my pulse point, and when he thrust instead of rocking into me, I knew I could no longer contain the scream building inside me.
My skin felt too tight.
My lungs too small for my body.
Coping with the gamut of sensations he urged out of me was beyond my expertise. He played my body as if he were a virtuoso and I was his instrument—I’d never experienced anything like it before in my goddamn life.
When he came with low grunts and throbbing moans that vibrated along my throat thanks to the teeth he’d burrowed there, I wailed, thinking he’d stop, that he’d leave me.
But he didn’t.
His teeth did—they shifted to nip at my earlobe before sucking on it.
I relaxed when he didn’t pull out. If anything, his softening made it easier for me to hold him inside.
His hot breath rushed over my ear. “Can you feel me, Kitty?”
“I-I can,” I cried as he gently spanked my clit, jerking me onto tiptoe.
“Can you feel what you do to me? How you drive me insane? How I can’t hold it longer than five minutes when I’m inside you? Your pussy is like heaven. I never want to leave it. You hold me so fucking perfectly,duci. So fucking tight. Somine.You are mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I sobbed as his hips moved faster, and now, with the extra lubricant of his cum and the faint softening of his shaft, there was less friction and more pleasure.
