"That's it," Dom growls. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
"So good," I moan. "Your fingers feel so fucking good inside me."
Dom fucks me harder with his fingers, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the van. His thumb works my clit relentlessly, and I can feel the orgasm building again, stronger this time, threatening to overwhelm me.
"Please," I beg. "Please let me cum. I need to cum so badly."
"Not yet," Dom says, but there is a hint of mercy in his voice now. He reaches for the lollipop again, bringing it back to my clit while his fingers continue to pump inside me. The dual sensation is almost too much, the hard candy on my clit, his fingers deep in my pussy, stretching me, filling me. Fucking ruining me for anyone else.
"You're going to cum for me now," Dom commands. "You're going to come all over my fingers while I rub this lollipop on your clit. And you're going to scream my name when you do. Understand?"
"Yes!" I say, begging for this release to happen. "Yes, please, make me cum!"
Dom increases the pressure and speed of both the lollipop and his fingers, driving me higher and higher. My whole body is shaking, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, my clit throbbing under the relentless stimulation of the candy.
"Cum," Dom growls. "Cum for me now, Roxy. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my fingers."
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with devastating force. I scream Dom's name, my back arching completely off the mattress, my thighs clamping around his hand as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. My pussy spasms around his fingers, gushing wetness, as Dom works me through it, not letting up until I am sobbing with the intensity of it.
"That's my good girl," he murmurs, finally slowing his movements, easing me down from the peak. "Such a good girl, cumming so hard for me."
I lay trembling on the mattress, my body slick with sweat as my pussy is still pulsing with aftershocks. Dom removes his fingers slowly and brings them to my mouth.
"Taste yourself," he says. "Taste how sweet you are."
I open my mouth obediently, sucking his fingers clean, tasting my arousal mixed with the lingering sweetness of the lollipop. Dom watches me with dark, satisfied eyes.
"We're not done yet," he says, his voice promising more pleasure, more intensity. "That was just the beginning."
What the fuck?
He stands and removes all of his clothes. His cock is mouthwatering. He’s thick, a perfect length, and cut. A long vein pulses down the side of his shaft that my tongue wants to trace. His eyes fixate on my tits. I’m a big breasted girl so there is plenty to feast on. He lays on top of me and squeezes my tits hard before he moves down to my chest and uses his mouth, his thick tongue circling my nipple before he bites down just hard enough to make me cry out.
"Dom!"
"Say it again."
"Dom, please…I don’t know if I can take any more."
“You can.”
He switches to my other breast, his hand now sliding between my thighs, pressing against my swollen clit that’s beyond sensitive. Before I know it, he flips us over so that I’m straddling him and I can feel him at my entrance.
"Look at me," he commands.
I do as he tells me, meeting his eyes in the fairy-light glow, the want, the recognition of what we are to each other.
"You're fucking mine," he says.
"Yes, and you’re mine too," I say, with the very last ounce of energy I have.
He pulls me down onto him in one hard thrust and I cry out, my head falling back. He's big, the stretch is almost too much, but the burn feels amazing. It feels right.
"Fuck, Roxy," he moans, his voice strained and his grip on my hips bruising. "You feel so fucking tight and wet."
The exhaustion from before has now disappeared, and has been replaced with needing his cock, to feel him properly inside of me. I start to move, rolling my hips, finding a rhythm. His hands guide me, controlling me, and I let him. I allow him to set the pace, let him take what he needs, because I need it too, this intensity, the rawness, and the complete absence of pretense.
One of his hands slides up to wrap around my throat, and he squeezes, enough to take my breath away but not too hard. It’s a claiming touch and the gesture sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
