Pulling the dress down, he exposes my breasts to the cool evening air, and both nipples turn hard as he takes them between his fingers to gently squeeze and play with them.
A soft moan of pleasure spills from my mouth.
It causes his cock to throb, and I gasp at the effect it has on me.
Teasing.
Tempting.
I can’t wait any longer. I want to feel him inside me.
“I need you,” I whisper as my fingers tug at his pants, pulling the belt off, fighting with the buckle. I tug at the button, and it springs open. His pants fall open, and I lift my ass high enough to reach in and grab his monstrous cock, pulling it free of the fabric restraints. My fingers press against the thick veins that pulse over his shaft, and I bite my lip, realizing how hard he really is.
Josiah slips his hand down my back again, behind me, over my ass, between my legs. His fingers move against my silk panties, slipping beneath them, pulling them aside.
My entire body melts against him when he gently, slowly, pushes one finger into my pussy.
My lips part as I tilt my head backwards and arch my back to push harder against his touch. My hands dig into his shoulders because I fear if I don’t hold on, I will drift away and lose my mind.
He pushes his finger deeper, curling it against the most sensitive spot inside me, and my entire body shudders, ready to explode so quickly.He still remembers.
As though he can read my thoughts, he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my ear close against his mouth. He speaks with a low growl as though he is threatening me, as though he is warning me.
“I remember every inch of you, beautiful girl. I remember every piece of you and everything that drives you wild. At night, when I’m alone, I still think about you. Your perfection. Your lips. Your beautiful little pink pussy that I would open like aflower and tease for hours.” He pushes another finger into me and I can barely breathe. “I would think about you, and in the dark, in the quiet night, I would fuck you in my mind. I would take you over and over again and I could never get enough…” he says dangerously. I picture him, year after year apart from me, stalking me in his mind. Owning me in his thoughts.
His words are dark whispers of obsession. As though I am his compulsion. pushing him into a manic state of constant need.
“Josiah,” I say softly, wrapping my hands around his jaw and pulling his face up towards mine. “Do whatever you want to me,” I whisper as my warm honey of desire coats his fingers.
He growls and reaches between us, grabbing his cock in his hand.
He lifts me with his finger still inside me and he drops me down onto his rock-hard cock. The tip pushes against my opening. My nails dig into his shoulder. He thrusts upwards and I cry out as his cock slips inside me, pushing against my walls, spreading me open, yet still he doesn’t pull his finger out of my pussy.
It’s too much, but it’s not enough, because I still want more. I want him to rip me apart with his love. I want to feel the words he told me. I want them inside my bones, knotted in my soul.
I can’t stop loving you.
I cry out in pleasure as he fucks me harder with his finger curled against my secret spot.
Desperation and urgency flow back and forth between us as we claw at each other, pressing our lips together, writhing and pulling. Moving as one.
But I can’t hold back anymore. He plays my body like an instrument, and who am I to fight the pleasure that he gives me?
My legs start to shake, wrapped around him, and my breathing catches in my throat.
He grabs my jaw and forces me to look at him.
His eyes are locked onto me like prey. My heart races even faster at the intensity of his gaze.
“Who do you belong to, beautiful girl?” he snarls.
“You,” I answer without thinking. “I’ve always belonged to you,” I gasp.
The orgasm slams into me at a million miles an hour. And it doesn’t stop. My pussy waves and pulses over him as every muscle in my body contracts and shivers in ecstasy.
He thrusts deeper into me and explodes, causing a second orgasm to hit me before the first has subsided.
By the end of it, I can’t breathe, and I am holding onto him as though he is my lifeline.
