“Harlow,” Butch warns as he wraps his hand tight around the screwdriver. I don’t let go and he doesn’t try any harder to pull it from my hand.
I lick my dry lips and wonder what he tastes like. More than anything I want to move my hips so I can feel his hard length against my clit. God, he’s big, but he looked like he would be. Now that I have my legs spread over him I can feel every hard inch and I’m not sure he’ll fit inside me. The idea of trying has me wiggling against him and he lets out a low groan that rumbles through his body. His hard cock jerks against me and I shift against him, needing more friction. His cock seems to be enjoying it and he isn’t stopping me yet. I put my other hand on his hard chest because I need to brace myself. I want to grind down on him where I need it most.
“Fuck,” Butch growls when I dig my fingers into his chest. He lets go of the screwdriver and his hands go to my hips to stop my motion. I whimper as the need to cum becomes unbearable. I’ve touched myself before, but this is so different and I can’t stop. “Does it ache?”
I nod my head quickly. “It hurts.” This kind of pain is heaven and hell, but I don’t know how much longer I can survive.
“I’ll fix it.” His big hands grip me harder and I gasp. “Only this once,” he adds with a warning.
I want to tell him I already know I’ll need this again, but he starts to rock my hips for me and all thoughts drain out of me. I really wish I’d taken my shorts off before I sat down on him, but I couldn’t muster the courage. I already went without panties and the shorts are thin so I’ll have to make do.
The roughness of his jeans on the inside of my thighs feels so good against my skin. It’s tough and raw like he is and I want to feel it all over my body. I bet his fingers would be rough against my clit, and I moan thinking about him putting his hand down my shorts.
“You’re a dirty little girl. I know what you’re thinking.” My face heats and I wonder if he really does. Would he guess I’m thinking about his big dick fitting inside of me? Butch looks like a man who can read someone and know everything they’re thinking. “You think I should give you what you want just because you sat down on my cock?”
“Please.” I rock with him and try to move faster but he has all the control. Oh god, I’m going to cum already and I’m mad it’s so fast. I don’t want this to be over because he might hold true to his word of only doing this one time. I need to savor it but his dirty words have me grinding down harder.
I drop the screwdriver from my hand and brace myself with both my palms on his chest. I know this orgasm is going to rock my whole world and I dig my fingers into his shirt as I feel it get closer. My eyes lock with his as I search for something. I’m so close but I need more and I don’t know why I’m not cumming. At first I thought I was going to go over instantly, but now I’m teetering on this edge and can’t go over it.
“Good girl.” His words are my undoing and the unknown thing I was looking for was his approval. That’s all I needed for him to push me over the edge and send me into pure pleasure. I cry out his name and my whole body shakes as warmth swallows me. I close my eyes. I fall into it and let it take me over as a peace I’ve never felt blankets me.
“You okay?” Butch’s hands move up and down my back, rubbing me softly. His voice is deeper now and I open my eyes to see we aren’t in the kitchen. How had I not felt us move? I’m still in his lap and my thighs are straddling him but we’re on the sofa and my face is pressed to his chest.
“Yeah.” I close my eyes again because I never want to move. We sit in silence together for so long I know I’m going to have to say something, but I also know he’s likely going to bolt when I do. I pull back and look into his eyes, but his expression is unreadable. Not that I’m great with reading people, but I think he was jealous when he showed up this morning and saw another man at my place. I could be wrong though.