I whimper, my hips rolling against his hand, desperate for more. He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my nipple, and then his fingers are sliding lower, two of them pressing inside me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my walls clenching around him. “Yes.”
He pumps his fingers in and out, slow at first, then faster, his thumb still working my clit. I can feel the orgasm building. “Garrison, I’m gonna—fuck?—”
“Come for me, baby,” he growls, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision white out. “Come all over my fingers.”
And I did.
My back arches off the bed, a broken cry tearing from my throat as the orgasm crashes over me. Garrison didn’t stop, his fingers still working me, drawing out every last shuddering wave of pleasure. When I finally collapse back onto the bed, boneless and spent, he pulled his fingers free, bringing them to his mouth.
“Mmm,” he hums, his eyes locked on mine as he licks my juices off his fingers. “Delicious.”
I whimper, my pussy clenching at the sight. “Garrison, please?—”
He didn’t make me wait.
He kneels between my thighs, his cock springing free from his pants. He is huge, thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. I lick my lips, my eyes lock on his cock as he strokes himself, slow and deliberate.
“You want this, baby?” he asks, his voice rough.
I nod, my breath hitching. “Yes. Please.”
He lines himself up with my entrance, the head of his cock pressing against my slick folds. I whimper, my hips lifting off the bed, desperate for him. He groans, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still.
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”
And then he pushes inside.
I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders as he stretches me open. He is big, bigger than I expected, and for a second, the burn is almost too much. But then he is all the way in, his hips flush against mine, and the stretch turns into something else—something good.
“Fuck,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine. “You feel amazing, baby.”
I whimper, my walls clenching around him. “More. Please.”
He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in. I cry out. He groans, his hips snapping against mine, his cock hitting that spot deep inside me that drives me wild.
“Garrison—fuck?—”
“You like that, baby?” he growls, his hips pistoning in and out, his cock slamming into me with every thrust. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my walls clenching around him. “Harder.”
He doesn’t hold back.
His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounds into me, his cock hitting that spot over and over again. I can feel another orgasm building.
“Garrison, my god?—”
“Come for me, baby,” he demands, his hips snapping against mine. “Come all over my cock.”
And I do.
A broken cry tears from my throat as the orgasm crashes over me. Garrison doesn’t stop, his cock still slamming into me, drawing out every last shuddering wave of pleasure. When I finally collapse back onto the bed, boneless and spent, he pulls out, his cock glistening with my juices.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he says, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking himself. “Get on your knees, baby. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
I do as he says.
