He’s sobig.Thick but long, and I can’t hold myself up on my hands. That’s usually not an issue, but right now I have to drop to my elbows as I gasp and drop my head.
He’s right. My mind?Gone.
Rich starts moving, giving me long, deep strokes that steal my breath. It’s not the quick, short, sharp movements I’m used to from partners. These force me to take every inch of him over and over, his one hand digging into my hip and occasionally his nails scratch me as he fucks me.
When I think I finally have enough sense in my mind to get back on my hands and tease him as he thrusts, something touches my clit. It’s not skin, it feels like silicone -
I shriek when the toy turns on, the clit stimulation going right to my core and I feel my pussy clamp around him as I cum. It hits hard and all at once, and I can’t stop myself as I rock into him. His strokes get faster, and I cry out.
“Good girl,” he praises me, the hand on my hip disappearing. “My messy girl. Let’s see how long your clit can last, hmm? I bet I can get three more out of you.”
Three?He’s fucking lost it.
Then I feel his hand, snaking around my front, and Rich is tall enough compared to my shorter frame that he easily cups one of my breasts. “I can feel you squeezing me. Soaking my sheets. Your little pussy is weeping for me right now. I want to feel you soaking my cock, Dreamer. Can you do that for me?”
I swallow, unsure if he expects a response or not. He changes the setting, making my back arch, and I respond anyway when his hips slam harder into me. “Y-yes.”
“Good girl. I like hearing your voice struggle to speak through your orgasms. Feel how deep I am? You’re taking me so well.”
His hand moves, leaving my taut nipple alone as his hand slides down again, pressing to my stomach. I moan, feeling the spot where he’s hitting inside me, so deep I’m sure he’s going to break me.
“You feel too good around me,” he groans, adjusting the toy on my clit. That fucking thing is a menace, and it’s making it so hard to not cum again. “So full. You stretch so well around my cock. Whose name are we forgetting again? Can you even remember?”
I sputter, snapping my neck around to look at him. It’s hard to see much at this angle in the almost dark. “No one.”
He grins, flashing white teeth at me. He changes the setting again and I swear he’s going to let that toy suck the life out of me. “See? I told you, you won’t remember a thing. Now stop holding out on me. Your pussy is so tight around me, Kimber. Give me another one.”
He rocks the toy over my clit and I lose it, crying out when the orgasm sweeps through me again. Usually one is a good thing for me, so two or more is going to knock me out for the night.
I rock hard against him, matching his thrusts, and every time I cum that toy makes me ten times more sensitive. I shake around it, gasping as I grip the sheets. “T-too much.”
“Is it?” he asks, and I swear he’s teasing me. He keeps fucking me hard into the matress, the sounds of our hips snapping together filling the room, and presses his hand to my stomach. “Or are you just not used to getting off?”
When he puts it like that…
The toy changes again, and I’m going to lose it with the constant changes. “You’re here with me, Dreamer, coming on my cock and breaking apart in my bed. This pussy?Mine. Your orgasms?Mine. Until you’re out of this bed you belong to me, including your thoughts.”
He lifts the toy for a moment, and I almost sob at the sudden loss of stimulation. Then it’s back on my clit, pushing harder, and I swear it reminds me of a slap. “Mine, Kimber. Cum on my cock and stop thinking about anything else. Soak my fucking cock and break for me.”
I scream, and my pussy clenches around him. Rich keeps that goddamn toy where it is, helping me ride it out, and all I can do is rock with him as I try and ride through it.
Why the hell haven’t I fucked him before? I can’t remember what kept me from taking the leap.
His thrusts quicken, pushing me into the mattress as the toy stays in place. He’s rougher now, and I rake my nails down his ruined sheets before he slides his hand around, gripping my hip again, and suddenly bottoms out in me. His hips still, and I shudder beneath him.
Fuck me.I don’t care if my clit is tender in the morning, this is the kind of sex I’ve been looking for.
Rich moans, stroking his cock with my pussy a few times before withdrawing. I try to sag, but that toy is still in my way, on my clit. I take a shaking breath, ready to ask if he’s going to turn it off.
He grabs my leg, flipping me over onto my back. The bed is soaked beneath, but his eyes are focused on me as I rock against the toy. “One more. You’re done when I say you’re done.”
I look down, vaguely aware of the red toy pushing on my clit, and then gasp. He crouches before me, keeping the toy against me but sliding it up, before I feel something wet lapping at my pussy.
His tongue. I come apart right there, something about him going down on me after fucking me, condom or not, makes me shatter. My back arches on the bed, a cry slipping from my lips, and for a moment my hand finds his head and pushes him deeper into my pussy.
“Oh, god,” I mutter, and it’s so soft I’m not sure if I say it out loud.
Rich keeps licking me, taking his time like that toy isn’t slowly destroying my soul, and when I think it’s going to make me cry from overstimulation, he finally lets up and removes it. His tongue stays in place when I sob in relief, gently lapping at me as I shudder.
