Christine holds my gaze as she licks her thumb clean, and my core throbs with need, rewarding her with a whimper.
A smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth as she adjusts her hips, gripping her cock and drifting the head around the same path her thumb traced.
Pleasure soon gives way to impatience.
“You don’t have to gothatslowly,” I grumble.
“I know.”
The next throb at my core is so intense, it hurts. That feverish ache spreads fast across my limbs, as if my nerves can’t decide whether it’s time for pleasure or pain.
I open my mouth to beg, but she’s already sensed the change, and she presses her tip against my rim.
I choke on the breath in my lungs, head tipping back. “Oh, god…”
She slides in, and the stretch is painful, so much more intense than her tongue.
“This is never going to work,” I whimper. “You’re too big, it’s not?—”
She eases in a little more, and some of the pain turns to heat.
“I don’t think it’s poss?—”
The stretch deepens, followed by another wave of relaxation.
“Ohhhh,fuck…”
It’s like she’s tearing me open in the best possible way, sliding inch by inch. My muscles resist then yield, resist then yield, and I can feel the change in my joints as the flood of hormones makes me even more flexible than usual.
“F-fuck that’s a lot…”
“That’s not even half,” Christine purrs.
“What?!” My ass clenches reflexively, earning a grunt from Christine.
“God, you’re tight…”
Fear and need rise in my chest again, fluttering frantically. “Tee, I can’t, I?—”
Her eyes catch mine, blazing azure cut with purest black. A subtle growl laces through her words. “You’re going to take itall.”
As her words melt my brain, she shoves in.
“Fuck!” My cry rings out across the hillside, with no one but cows and gulls to hear it. My nerves turn to lightning, crackling on the edge of pain. Every muscle tenses—and then releases in a sudden wave. My cock fountains across my stomach, and my wrists pull against Christine’s grip as my body shudders through a violent climax.
When my breathing finally regulates again, I feel viscerally, incomprehensiblyfull.
“Thank god that’s over,” I sigh.
Christine gives a sultry, breathy laugh. “I can’t believe you forgot about my knot so quickly.”
“There can’t possibly be more…”
Christine shifts her hips slightly, and another pulse of cum surges from my cock, spilling to join the rest.
Her hips twitch again, then pull into a long, slow thrust.
“No… No, please, I can’t, there’s too—Oh… Oh,fuck…” The first stroke, I can barely tolerate. The second burns, but not unpleasantly. The third turns to pleasure. The fourth ignites into aching, blazing need. “Oh, yes,yes?—”
