“Goddamn,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “What in the hell has you so wet, girl? Couldn’t have been all that prison talk.”
“No,” she whispers, her eyes turning more and more glazed as I stroke her delicious flesh from the back. “I’m wet because I know you need to be loved. And that’s my job.”
An alarm bell peals in the back of my head. A loud, clanging one. But the pounding of my heart threatens to drown it out. “I need to befucked, you mean.”
Nothing. No response. Just a pump of my cock in her fist.
A knowing flash of those blue eyes.
She lifts onto her knees and interlocks her mouth with mine, slipping the head of my throbbing cock through the drenched valley of her pussy…slowly, slowly…and now my thighs are tremoring, too. “Billie.”
“Shhh.” She strangles a shout out of me when she lowers her ultra-tight cunt down, down, down to my balls, making me strain and tense beneath her, fighting that now familiar need to ejaculate as soon as I’m inside of her. “I’m going to ride you slow,” she whispers against my mouth. “Sit back, Daddy. I’m going to love you slow.”
I’m sinking. Drowning. “It’s…no, we’re fucking…”
“Mmmm,” she hums, plastering her tits to my chest, teasing my lips into a torrid kiss while she rolls her hips, slicking her snug passage up and down my aching inches. Up. Down. Up. Keeping my tongue busy while she addicts my body more, more, with every scoop of her hips. “You’re so big for me. You’re so sweet to me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Uh-huh.”
I can’t respond, because she goes and rides me harder, gripping my shoulders and leaning back with her thighs impossible wide, letting me watch as she works my cock in and out of her stretched hole, squeezing the fat size of me into herbody, moaning over the full sensation, grinding, before releasing me.
I’ve never been treated to such a fucking feast of pleasure.
How is this only the second time she’s had sex?
“I don’t want to bust yet,” I pant. “Don’t make me bust.”
“I don’t know h-how to s-stop,” she moans, lunging forward again to lick my chest hungrily, as if she’s just obeying instinct, her tongue leaving a shiny path from nipple to throat. She bites her way up my neck, pulling on my hair, until I’m back to devouring her mouth, my hands in a bruising grip on her ass. Urging her to go faster. Squeezing.
“God.God.” My tone is loud, strangled. “You’re killing me. I’m dying!”
“I’m here with you,” she murmurs in between hiccups. “You’re not alone. You never have to be alone.”
My eyes fly open in alarm to meet hers, my pleasure mounting at the most dangerous time. No. No. I’m on the verge of spending inside of her and she’s whispering words to me. Loving words. Words that act like sledgehammers to my hard exterior, cracking plaster and knocking them down.
“Come inside me,” she says, holding my head in her arms now.
Whispering in my ear. Rocking on me. Rocking and scooting in a tight pattern that’s going to end my life, surely, her warm juices bathing my balls.
This is heaven.
“Show me how good it feels,” she says, licking the seam of my panting mouth. “Don’t hide from me.”
“Ican’t, goddamn you”
“You can be strong and solitary all the time,” she breathes, grinding down on my cock and seizing up the walls of her cunt, making me yell like a madman, my legs kicking straight out, toesflexed in my shoes, a barrage of hot semen firing upward from the pit of my loins. “Be weak for me. Go weak for me.”
“FUCK!”
I have no choice.
She cements our eye contact as she reaches down and plays with her clit, joining me as I climax violently, her pupils expanding to the size of dimes, my name being chanted in her husky twang, my dick going off like a fucking geyser inside of her clenched sex. It’s filth and lust and chemistry, yes, but I’m further arrested by the terrifying feeling of togetherness. It’s inescapable, the way she draws me under her spell and feeds me something my soul has been missing.
God help me, it’s care. Love. Affection.
How did I let her do this to me?
