“Yes,” I said. “I love your hands. I want you to touch me.”
He pumped his finger back and forth gently, too gently, making me cry out with need.
“You want it bad,” he said, each word accompanied by a thrust of his finger, going deeper and deeper. “I can tell. You’re dying for me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I begged, my hips thrusting, my juices wetting his whole hand. “Please fuck me, Stefan. I can’t be—” I gasped out a breath as he curled his finger to tap my G-spot. “Oh fuck, that’s good. Don’t stop. I can’t be without you.”
He repositioned us so that I was face down on the mattress and he was on top of me, his finger still fucking me. I grinded against his hand faster, fucking his finger, moaning into the sheets as the pleasure sparked through me. When he withdrew, I practically whimpered.
“I need more,” I said.
“You’re gonna get more,” Stefan replied.
With rough hands against my hips, he pulled my ass up off the bed. I was exposed to him, tense with anticipation. He slid his hand along the curve of my ass cheek before drawing his hand back and slapping me hard, right there. I gasped at the sting against my skin, the wash of heat afterward, shocked by the way my pussy clenched in response.
“God, yes,” I said. “Again.”
I loved it. I wanted more.
“You like that?” he asked and spanked me again. This time I moaned, my hips bucking. He did it again and I could feel my wetness dripping down the inside of my thigh.
“Stefan,” I begged, choking out the words. “I can’t wait. I’m ready now.”
“You want my cock?” he demanded, stroking my ass tenderly.
“Yes,” I agreed. “Now.”
Gripping my hip with one hand, he nudged my knees further apart with his thigh and then I felt the head of his cock against my wet slit, sliding up and down, teasing me. I sighed, already feeling the first hints of an orgasm.
“You’re mine,” Stefan said, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Only mine.”
He tapped his dick with his finger as he pressed the tip of his cock right up against me, so I could feel the vibrations in my pussy. It was so good. So perfect.
Tears returned to my eyes.
“I’m yours,” I said, echoing his words. “Give it to me.”
“I’m not gonna go easy on you,” he growled, and I felt another flush of heat spread between my thighs.
Then he slammed into me, hard and deep, claiming me as his own.
I cried out at the exquisite pleasure, at how right it felt, and for a moment we stayed like that, connected, his cock so tight and thick I could feel it throbbing inside me. I could have come like that, but then he grabbed my hair, tugging my head back, and started fucking me fast and hard. The friction was incredible, every thrust coaxing high-pitched moans from my throat. His fingers dug into my skin as he braced himself with his other hand on my hip, and I hoped he would leave a mark. That tomorrow morning, I’d have something visible on my body to remember him by.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, leaning into it, my breasts bouncing hard with each thrust.
He went back to teasing me again, easing his pace until I begged him to go faster, then pumping into me so hard and quick I had to beg him to slow down. I loved every second of it. My face was pressed into a pillow, the sheets crumpled tight in my fists as each swing of his cock pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“I love the way you feel,” Stefan groaned, his hand slapping my ass again. “I love how tight your wet little pussy is around my cock.”
“Yes,” I panted, spreading my knees as far apart as I could, opening my body even wider to him, wanting to feel him even deeper. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fuck me hard.”
“You’re perfect for me.” Stefan gripped my ass harder, groaning as he pounded into me. “You’re mine.”
His words made me even wetter, my entire body shuddering with the waves of pleasure he sent crashing through me. It still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. Wanted to feel every last inch of him inside me.
“Harder,” I begged, needing this, knowing it might be my last chance to give myself to him. Knowing this might be goodbye. “I need more.”
Stefan pulled out and flipped me over onto my back. Then he turned on the small bedside lamp so he could rake his gaze over my naked body in the dim light, and when our eyes locked I could see the lust gleaming in his.
