Pink. Wet. Untouched.
She pushed the thong further away bringing her tight arsehole into view. My cock welcomed the vision of me dipping him into that hole.
“Beautiful, my pet. I’m going to fuck that arsehole too. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” her response salivated with shock, her body quivering.
She teased her pussy, sliding the phallus up and down her wet entrance, brushing it over her clit and each time she did, her hips jerked upward. From here, I could hear her raspy breathing, her uncontrolled moans, her squeals of discovery. If she continued, she was likely to come any time soon.
I wanted to stop her, I didn’t. Waiting, watching, stroking my cock.
And just when I thought she wouldn’t do it, she pushed the toy into her overly wet entrance, letting out a soft cry. The sound jack-knifed my arousal. I’d never been this turned on just watching. As if she were experimenting with the toy, she pushed in an out while changing slants until she found the right one then she began thrusting the phallus inside, keeping it at that angle, her movements growing wilder. The girl was dripping, her hot arousal rolling down from her pussy to her anus.
“Careful, pet, I want that virgin hole for my cock,” I warned, my voice hoarse with need.
Immediately, her movements slowed before she pulled out the toy. I expected her to stop, to tell me enough. But she didn’t. With two fingers of her free hand on her clit, rubbing, she rolled the head of the phallus down her soaked entrance then blindsided me once more. Her movements awkward, she positioned the head at her rear entrance and pushed in ever so slightly, her moan reaching my ears.
Well, I’ll be fucking damned. My orgasm sprinted down my spine and I squeezed my cock. Rising, I moved to the bed and stood over her. Her eyes, filled with unbridled lust, met mine.
“Take it slow, relax your body, it will slide in easier.”
She took in several deep breaths, closing her eyes and rocking her body. The head of the phallus slipped in. She gasped and stopped, her eyes flying open, looking to me for guidance.
“Fuck, you’re a beauty,” I rasped, holding onto a thin edge of restraint that sight stimulated. “Don’t push any further, fuck yourself slowly with just the head.” Breaking contact with my cock for just a second, I gripped her thighs bringing her closer to the edge of the bed. “Rub that clit, pet. Make me come,” I growled, spitting into my palm before wrapping it around my cock. My eyes on her, I kept a firm grip on her thigh while I fucked my other hand, something I hadn’t anticipated tonight. Her fingers circling her clit, she closed her eyes and fucked her rear hole. “Eyes on me,” I demanded, keen to see the pleasure in her eyes when she gave into that climax that hovered close by.
She opened them, her breathing sped, her movement on her clit turned frantic. “Oh, God,” she panted.
“That’s it. Fuck that hole,” I coaxed. A debased groan vibrated from my chest, my heart hammering to keep pace with my strokes. And just when I felt the bulbous head distend, I slipped a finger into her pussy.
“Holy hell.” She came with massive shudder, her choked cry was my undoing.
“Fuck, yes.”
My orgasm broke and I unloaded warm jets off cum over her pussy, her stomach, her tits. When I was sure I’d emptied myself completely, I stuffed my cock back into my trousers, aware it was still hard and ready to fuck this girl into oblivion. Her breathing slowing, she dropped the phallus and regarded me shyly.
“You’re fucking stunning.” I rolled a finger over my cum on her stomach, loving the glistening effect against her creamy skin. She sucked her bottom lip making me harder. “Have you sucked a cock before, pet?”
“No.”
“Open your mouth,” I ordered and when she did, I rolled my cum soaked finger around her lips. Her eyes widened and I smiled loving her reaction. “Suck.” I slid my finger into her mouth. She didn’t cringe like I expected. But locked onto my finger like it was her goddamn favourite ice cream. The hot, wet tongue giving me all sorts of ideas of how I’d like to use it. “I’m going to fuck your pussy now.”
She gasped, releasing my finger. Slowly, my fingertips teasing, I rubbed my cum into her skin.
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I asked, waiting for the sir to fall from her lips.
She licked her lips once more as if enjoying the taste of my cum on them. “Yes, please.”
A chuckle burst out of my chest. Her cheekiness was refreshing. She smiled and suddenly I wanted more. I’d broken a few rules tonight and I was about to break one more. Leaning forward, I rested my palms on either side of her body, her warm skin shivered against mine. I hovered above her and offered a smile she couldn’t see.
“Remove your mask, pet.”
I wanted to see who I was fucking, wanted to know the girl who fucked with my mind and played hide and seek with the bastard in me. Tonight, for the first time in our history, a Sinclair man was going to see the face of the virgin he took, and I prayed like hell the consequences were favourable because oddly, I’d never felt this fire in my blood to possess and keep before. Keep, being the essential element.
Her trembling fingers slipped behind her head and anticipation burned on my skin, rolled in my gut and rumbled in my chest, drawing out a faster breath. Done, she cupped the mask and slowly removed it. I felt her fear, her excitement in her trembling body, her flushed skin, flow into me.
