I love the way she reacts to me, it’s almost effortless, a stark contrast to the feistiness that is usually steeping from her.
I continue to pet her clit, rubbing circles around it, and watch the side of her face for her reaction. Dipping my fingers lower, I coat them in her wetness and use it as lube to continue teasing her clit. I want her close, on the verge of coming before I take it away.
What I want isn’t too far out of reach because soon her moans turn to pants and she’s fucking my fingers, doing everything she can to get my fingers down to her entrance. I give her what she craves, slouching just enough so I can bury two fingers to the hilt.
“Fuck, Easton.”
I slap her tit. “Quiet, amore.”
She clamps her mouth closed and places a palm on either of my thighs, squeezing me to keep from crying out. I smile, pride filling me from how well she’s taking this. But this is nothing, child’s play, a weak introduction into the type of pleasure and pain I can bring. She’ll either love me or be terrified, and there’s nothing better than when it’s both.
Her walls tighten around me, and I know she’s close to the edge. I find her G-spot and focus on it, hitting that spot over and over until she gives way in my hands. She can’t come yet, at least not without my dick being inside her.
Regret is already creeping into my mind because I know if I do this, if I fuck her like she’s begged of me, there’s no turning back. I drag my fingers out of her, and she cranes her neck to give me a questioning glance. I take her mouth again quickly, then break our kiss and roughly push her down on the green top.
Next, I yank her jeans and panties down in one swoop, taking a brief moment to admire her ass. It’s a little red from where I spanked her, so I rub the spot only to hit her again. Arloe flinches, her fingers gripping the sides of the pool table. I deliver another smack, groaning at the way her ass jiggles. I lean down to kiss the redness, and when I look up, she turns her head so she can see what I’m doing.
“Facedown, amore.”
She obeys without hesitation. I’m upright again, stroking my cock through my pants. My belt buckle sounds off as I undo it to get to my zipper. Arloe wiggles her ass at the same time as my pants pool to the floor.
I stare down and my length, the veins glaring back at me. He wants inside her, and I can’t wait to give him that.
“I’m not wearing a condom. I’m clean.”
She nods. “Me, too.”
I meet her nod, knowing she can’t see me and not caring that she spoke even though I told her not to.
I line myself up with her pussy and rub the head of my cock between her slit. The head pulses, precum oozing from the tip. I stroke myself as I brush against her clit, and she moans, the hum muffled by the pool table.
“What happens behind those curtains, amore”—I slap her ass while still using my dick to play with her clit— “will ruin you.” I groan and drag my cock to her hole.
Arloe’s back arches and I push into her.
“Sss,” I hiss from the tightness.
She gasps, and when I pull out without slipping back in, she cries.
I know my sweet, I think to myself.
I enter her again, this time a little deeper. “Delirium isn’t for you.”
I push even deeper.
“Mm,” she moans.
“Do you understand me?”
Deeper.
She’s quiet except for cries of pleasure.
“Delirium is sex.”
I pull out.
“Lust.”
