“Konflict what? Where’s all that big talk now, Serenity? You think you run shit around here? You know you’ve got no power, baby. Not when I touch you like this.”
My hand slid up her thigh, slipping beneath her skirt, then slowly gliding along her warm skin until I found the entrance to her pussy.
“You know who owns this pussy, Serenity. You know she misses me. I can hear her crying my name,” I said, stroking her through the thin fabric of her panties. The wetness soaking her thong told me everything I needed to know.
“Look how wet you are. You want me, don’t you? You want me, baby?”
“Konflict… fuck… please…” she whimpered against my lips, her breath short as my finger circled her clit through the fabric.
“Please what, Mama? What do you want?”
I traced the line of her slit, teasing her through that last barrier of cloth. Serenity writhed in my arms. Her need was spiking fast, and so was mine. My dick strained in my pants, desperate to get back home, back inside where it belonged after three weeks in exile.
“Hmmm… oh God… just… please… Konflict… I need… hmm…”
“You need what, Serenity? Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it.”
“Please put your fingers inside me,” she finally begged.
“Hmmm… Is that what this pussy craves? You want my fingers inside? Like this?” I murmured, sliding her thong aside and sinking a finger into her heat.
Her pussy was soaked, so hot and tight I thought my dick might snap from how badly I needed to be inside her. Precum was already leaking, and all I could think about was how fucking good she felt.
“Hmmm… Venus, this is what you want? One finger inside this drenched pussy? Tell me how you want me to touch you, Mama.”
I pushed deeper, twisting inside to stroke every part of her, never stopping the low whisper in her ear. Serenity clung to my arm, dragging me closer, making me go even deeper.
“Oh… fuck… I… I want more, Konflict… please…”
“You want more? How many fingers, beautiful? How many do you want in this pussy?”
I added a second finger, working her deep. Her pussy gripped my fingers, squeezing tight and getting wetter and wetter. Her moans were tempting my patience. I was about to crack.
“Fuck… you’re so tight. Look at how you’re gripping my fingers. You like that, Mama? You like it when I touch you like this? You want it nice and slow, or hard and deep?”
My mouth found her neck. Electricity shot through her as I kissed her skin and I kept giving her more with my fingers.
“Oh… Konflict… fuck me… I… Jesus Christ…”
“You want me to fuck you, Serenity? You miss me? You miss my dick inside this pussy?”
“Y-Yes…”
“Then why aren’t you back home, where you belong?”
I slid a third finger in, stretching her wide. When I started moving faster and deeper, her breath caught.
“Do you forgive me, baby?”
“N-No… I don’t…”
Thrust… thrust… thrust.
“Why? Why can’t you forgive me, Serenity?”
“B-Because I hate you,” she whimpered.
Her words cut deep. I’d known she hated me for what I did, but hearing her say it stung in a way nothing else could. I pumped my fingers faster, dragging her toward the edge.
