I reach down between my legs with my free hand and start stroking along my clit and folds. touching both of us with gentle yet effective swipes.
“I need you ready for me,” he purrs.
“I thought you said you would give me pain?” I ask innocently.
To be honest I’m not sure I can handle the pain–not when he’s thick like a water bottle and his nails could shred me like paper.
“I could rip you in half Minnie,” he tells me, as if he’s read my mind. “But I don’t want to break you. I want tomakeyou: foster your rage, your masochism, your wicked ways…”
I slip my fingers inside my cunt, fucking myself on his words. My hold on his cock tightens as well.
Rosier shuts his eyes, and his head rolls back. “You’re my Queen, Minnie.”
He takes my breath away, and we’ve only just started. “Kiss me,” I order him, and he does, his forked tongue exploring my mouth.
Pinning me down with his lips, he grabs my arms and holds them against the bed, but only for a short while before he grabs my thighs and spreads them open. The head of his cock rub against my cunt, and he moans into the kiss.
I keep waiting for him to thrust his hips, to feel him inside me, but he teases me with the head of his cock over and over. His wet ridges running over my clit are better than any toy. Slick pours past my folds and down my cheeks, my body practically begging for him. His lips are still locked on mine, and I whimper, begging for him to take me.
Rosier grabs my hips and flips us around, laying flat on his back while I’m straddling his hips, his cock flush against my stomach.
“I want to watch every inch sink inside you.”
I shiver. “What if I can’t take it all?”
Despite my hesitation, I lift my hips and guide him to where I want. The head slips inside me no problem, and Rosier and I both hum with pleasure, practically harmonizing. I slide further down, starting to feel the bumps along his length.
“Such a perfectly wet cunt,” Rosier praises.
His words urge me to sink further down. Soon, I’m stretched more than I’ve ever been before. I slow my descent, worried I’ll tear something, afraid I’m not going to make it despite the pain not being any worse than when he’d spanked me. Rosier takes a hold of my hips, his fingers digging into them. It reminds me of when I rode his knee till I orgasmed, something I also thought was impossible.
“Relax,” Rosier warns me, his voice breathy.
I sigh, letting my shoulders and hips ease. Roiser pushes me down and lifts his hips, pressing further inside me.
My bottom lip quivers, and Rosier smiles at me like I’ve said something clever, like I’ve done something amazing. One of his hands releases my hip and goes between my legs.
“Careful,” I squeak, his claws still making me uneasy.
He balls his hand and then extends a closed finger, rubbing my clit with the backside of his digit. My body grips around his cock, and I can feel every bump and curve as wavering moans leave my lips.
“Already I feel like I could finish,” he admonishes. I tilt my head to try and see how much of him is left to take inside me, but he’s faster, grabbing my chin and forcing me to only look at his face. “Move your hips,” he commands. It’s an order I only need to hear once before I start rocking my body against him.
Rosier’s lips part as heavy, hot breaths make his chest rise and fall. The head of his cock rocks against my sensitive spot, his knuckle rubbing me in deep circles, and his nails threatening to pierce my cheeks. Then there’s a sharp slap against my ass, the sound of flesh against flesh. I gasp as another slap makes me double over, bracing myself against his chest. My eyes strain to the corner of my sight, barely seeing Rosier’s tail sway cheekily, before smacking me again.
This time I let out a sob. “Don’t stop,” I beg him.
“Never.”
My whole body feels like it’s burning up, and I love it. I don’t even realize how close I am ‘til I sink a little lower down his cock and feel a new row of ridges.
“Fuck,” I breath as my thighs shake.
He keeps touching me through my orgasm, not letting up even as I whimper and shut my eyes. I push my thighs together, rubbing the girth that isn’t yet inside me, trapping his hand against my clit.
“Good girl,” he coos. “That’s what I want to see.”
His knuckle presses harder into my clit, and the hand around my chin slips down to my neck. I start rolling my hips again, whimpering and crying openly. Rosier squeezes the sides of my neck, and my voice become hoarse. I wrap my hands around his forearm to steady myself as my hips buck, now hungry for him, no longer afraid of any possible pain. The tip of his tail draws little circles on my ass, outlining my bruises.
