He cocks a brow at my question. “Excuse me?”
“Sir,” I squeak.
“Better.” He shifts his hips above me and his cock just volleys between my thighs. “Be careful with that mouth. Itwillget you in trouble.”
“Please, Sir,” I whine.
“Nowthat, I like.” He slides down my body and I groan at the distance he’s put between our parts. “Keep begging like that and maybe I’ll forgive you for being such a brat.”
He makes quick work of placing my legs over his shoulders, exposing everything to him. When his mouth lands directly against my aching clit, I can’t even stop the moan that escapes my lips. The last time I felt something like this–.
His mouth breaks contact for just a moment, long enough for him to plunge what feels like all of his fingers inside of me.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight. Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”
“I’m… sure… Sir…,” I pant between each thrust of his fingers. When he curls them to stroke my g-spot and returns his mouth to my clit, I see stars. If he keeps that up, I’m going to come.
My inner walls clench tightly around his fingers. He pauses. “Don’t you dare come yet.”
“Fuck. I don’t know if I can hold it,” I whimper.
“You better hold it. Or else.” He smirks, then resumes his wicked assault and I no longer believe he’snota sadist. He’s enjoying this.Asshole.
I lose track of how many times we repeat the same cycle. Clench. Pause. Clench. Pause. Clench.
Mother.
Fucking.
Pause.
I can’t take it anymore.“P-Please, S-Sir. I’m begging you. I don’t think I can stop it. I’m so close.” My plea is hurried and desperate and my head is light as I try to find more words to accurately convey to him how much I need this. “I… pl… ohhhh.”
“Come for me. Right fucking now.” He’s back on my clit, alternating between nibbling and sucking and I’m suddenly sure this is how I go. RIP me. I had a good run.
I lift my head to watch him devour me, his wavy locks brushing against me with every stroke of his expert tongue. What I wouldn’t give to run my hands through it right about now. My vision blurs as waves of ecstasy rush through me. My legs jerk with every continued stroke of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. I can’t stop my hips from undulating into his mouth so I can ride what’s left of my release, but he doesn’t let me have it. Instead he’s up and kneeling, rolling a condom over his monstrous shaft. I’m honestly surprised the condom even fits.
Oh, fuck. I’m really about to do this.
“Don’t look so scared, Little Pixie. It’ll fit just fine.” Then he lines himself up at my soaked entrance and thrusts his hips until he’s bottomed out inside of me.
I’m not prepared for the sudden stretch and I release a loud gasp. He stills and all I feel is his unyieldingly hard cock throbbing and pulsating against my innerwalls. It doesn’t take long before my muscles relax, adjusting to the stretch I’m not at all used to.
“See?” There’s that cocky smirk again. “Told you.”
His hips retract and my legs wrap around his back instinctively, in a failed attempt to bring him back. But he doesn’t make me wait long before he pistons his hips forward again, slowly repeating the process.
“Christ. I love how fucking tight your pretty little cunt is,” he hisses. “Tell me you’re good because I’m not going to last much longer. I nearly came just from eating you.”
“I’m good, Sir. P-please, show me how good you can make me feel.”
My words spur him on and he grabs one of my legs to press it toward my chest, leaving my other to rest against his side. The position allows him deeper and has my core twisting in knots every time he bottoms out.
He picks up speed and we both moan in unison. I’ve been fucked with a lot of fake cocks before, but nothing could compare to this. The real fucking thing.
His pelvis slaps against mine, my entire body dwarfed by his as he consumes me whole.
“Please can I come?” I beg. He better say yes, because the train is coming and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m not sure what happens if I come before he allows it, but at this point, I don’t think I care. I’ll accept the consequences when it feels so fucking good.
