“You think you can bargain with sex?”
I moan again as he reaches around to play with my clit. “Yes?”
I’m trying to form a clear thought, to speak actual words. To not prove him right—that I am a dirty, filthy siren whothoughtshe could bargain with sex. But I know the only way I’ll win this right now is if I use my safe word. But with that solution, neither of us wins.
And oh, god, I want the orgasm that’s building within me.
But we’re definitely finishing this conversation.
Later.
I push back against him as he moves his finger in me.
“That’s it, beautiful.” He leans over and bites my shoulder,hard. “Fuck, you’re stunning, working yourself on my finger. Fucking it into your ass.”
His vulgar, filthy talk is going to be the end of me.
“Imagine this as my cock. How it’s going to feel as your ass stretches to take me here.”
I’m trying to talk—maybe to agree, maybe to disagree, I’m not entirely sure—but all that comes out are incoherent groans and animalistic sounds.
“I wish we had lube so I could prep you properly.”
Oh God, does UberEats deliver sex toys and supplies?
I’d laugh at the thought, but as it turns out, an orgasm wallops me out of left field, and I come like a rocket.
“Hayes!” I scream, my head and torso lifting off the bed, and my back bows as he assaults my clit and pushes his finger deep in my ass, just holding it there. Every wave, every contraction that squeezes my walls makes me aware of him inside me.
My body sags, then collapses onto the bed, and Hayes is there, kissing me deeply and passionately. I reach for him and grip his cock. Then he lifts my hand to his mouth, spits in my palm, and guides it back to his shaft. My eyes damn near roll back in my head at the crude, filthy act, and damn it to hell, do I want him to spit on my pussy before he hammers his dick into me. Bare.
I have enough presence of mind to keep those thoughts to myself, though. Instead, I stare at his gorgeous, beautiful face as I work his gorgeous, beautiful cock.
He wraps his hand around my nape, holding me close to him, and pushes two fingers into my drenched pussy. The sounds of my wetness, mixed with our guttural gasps and moans, and me using his spit and my own arousal to keep his shaft slick is dirty as hell.
But doing all that while staring deeply into each other’s eyes? Soul-connecting and soul-completing.
“Watch me come all over you,” he orders roughly.
I look down and watch as cum spurts out of his cock and hits my stomach.
“I love seeing my cum on your skin,” he groans and grunts as he paints my skin. “The only thing I’d love more is to come deep in you and watch it drip out of your soaked cunt.”
He smears his cum over my lower belly, getting dangerously close to my pussy. Holding my gaze, making sure I’m not going to spiral into panic, he rubs his cum-coated fingers over my mound.
He doesn’t push his fingers and cum into me, but he gets close.
Frantic panic leaps up with me, fearful that I’m going to get pregnant from this act. But I work on calming myself, remembering that I’m on birth control. That I take itreligiously,every day, at the same time.
He keeps me locked in his gaze as he slowly re-wets his fingers with his sticky cum and moves to my entrance. My heart thunders, but I don’t safe word or tell him to stop.
Slowly, so achingly slowly, he pushes his coated fingers inside me. And the sound he makes…it ruins me. The only thing I want and need right now is his cum inside me.
“Again,” I beg.
He drags his fingers through his sticky cum on my skin, transferring my wetness there before pushing them back in. He repeats this multiple times, and the thought of him fucking his cum into me sends me spiralling off the cliff.
I come for the third time, a sweaty, sticky mess.
