He looks right at me and flicks my clit with his tongue, brushing it with the soft inner lining of his lips. I feel his fingers press into me and wait, only an inch deep. Turning and exploring just the very entrance. “Does my princess want two deep fingers in her cunt?”
“Yes,” I sob.
He snarls a little as he tucks his big digits as deep as they’ll go.
Jiggling roughly.
I feel the action all the way in my tummy.
As if he hits a switch, a valve twists below my navel and I explode.
It’s a good thing he has his free hand behind my head and the mirror, because I might have broken it otherwise. My back arches like I’ve been possessed and I scream in a way I never have before. It’s horny and exultant and abandoned. My thighs hug the sides of his face and tremble for a long moment, my inner walls contracting without cease until I cry out in pain and finally, finally they release, bringing with them a tide of pleasure so vast and translucent, all I can do is float.
I watch through drowsy eyes as Barry heaves himself to his feet, a flushed giant, laboring to breathe while looking down at his handiwork. He unzips his pants just time for his erection to tumble out into his fist, milky white cream fountaining from the engorged head. He aims the eruption at the juncture of my thighs, coating me in stripes of sperm, bellowing his pleasure like an animal. There is so much milk that it runs in rivulets down my slit, continuing down, down, to fill the split of my backside.
“Goddammit,” he roars. “I want towreckthat smooth little kitty.”
“I know you do, baby.” I widen my thighs as he continues to spurt onto my flesh, his whole-body straining, his jaw slack. “I want that, too.”
He crams himself between my folds, not entering me, but staying right on the cusp of filling me. Jacking, jacking, jacking himself, while he speaks in a growl against my lips. “I’ll fill this little fuckhole, then sit back and watch my load drip out.”
“Mmm.Baby.”
The endearment earns me another hot pump of semen. A shaky moan.
And finally, he stumbles back and hits the wall, his huge chest heaving. I’m shaken, to be honest, because so much happened that I need to process. Such as the whip of triumph I experienced when Barry manhandled me. My gratification when he let me boss him around. How much I…
How much I want to be held and rocked right now.
Because what does all of this mean about me? Who I am?
Who are…we?Isthere a we?
Or did he just make a big mistake, at least in his eyes?
Despite my need to resolve the emotional peak I find myself stranded on, I’ve been listening to my sisters for years and Iknow, I know that I’m not supposed to be needy. I’m the service provider.
I’m the good time.
So even though I want to have a discussion about everything that just happened, even though I want to throw myself into his arms and cry happy tears over my first orgasm and ask if I’m special to him, the way he’s special to me, I smile and hop off the sink, using a towel to clean myself off and smoothing my skirt back into place.
“Well, I don’t know about you,” I murmur, wincing when my voice shakes, hot moisture crowding the backs of my eyelids. “But I’m ready to party.”
six
Barry
Petraand I stand outside of the glitzy resort gastropub, side by side.
To the right of the door is a sign heralding tomorrow’s wedding and welcome the guests. My legs feel like they’ve been taken out from under me.
I haven’t even calmed down enough to berate myself for eating out a nineteen-year-old girl. No, my fucking pulse is still going a hundred miles an hour. How am I supposed to cope with the mental image of her opening her legs wider while I unloaded? How am I supposed to eat regular food after consuming such succulence?
God. I’llneverstop obsessing over the taste of her.
Pure, cinnamon magic between her thighs, I swear on everything holy.
My goose is cooked. I’ve just resigned myself to a fate where this girl haunts me for the rest of my natural life. Not only because she tasted so sweet…
