“Oh . . . my . . . fuck.”
He wasn’t playing fair. A third finger nudged down, touching my asshole while his fingers were fucking my pussy. I swallowed hard, and commanded my hand to stay in place. I wanted to rub my clit as his finger began to intrude there, filling me full. My orgasms with anal were much more intense, but I wouldn’t get there on penetration alone.
I began to writhe when he had two fingers in each entrance. His languid pace was diabolical, and I pictured him bent over the table between my legs, propped up on one arm as he fucked me with the other. His gorgeous eyes would be watching my every move. Every gasp of breath I took.
My head turned and I moaned it into the side of my arm. “Oh, God, please.”
It was killing me not to set my fingers on my swollen clit. It would probably take me two circles of my frantic fingers and I’d come apart. He knew this. He was pushing me as he liked to do.
“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t stand it,” he said in his rough, deep voice.
I cried out in relief as his other hand cupped my pussy, his thumb rolling circles on the nub that was the center of my pleasure.
“Scream for me,” he commanded.
Holy shit, I did. It ripped from my throat and echoed in the soundproof room, so only he could hear how much ecstasy he’d drawn out of my body. I convulsed on his fingers as bliss tore me apart, and the sensation went on.
And on.
Oh my God.
I screamed again as the second wave of pleasure crashed into me, leaving my mind blank. All I could do was shudder and endure as my body took control. Flashes of white decorated my eyelids.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Your pussy’s gonna break my fingers.”
There was no response I could give. No biting remark. I had to focus on pulling air in through clenched teeth. He’d gotten me breathing so hard I’d come close to passing out. The hand slid away. His zipper rang out. The table shook as he climbed on it.
His voice was pure sex. “Here’s the cock you asked for.”
He didn’t give me any rest. His fat dick impaled me in a single thrust. My mouth fell open, but no sound came out and my heart refused to work properly. It slammed in my chest just as fast as he slammed into me, and it burned so good.
His clothed body pressed to my naked one, and my nipples rubbed against the cotton of his t-shirt. I loved feeling his weight on me. Then he shifted, taking it away for a moment, and when his body pressed back down, it was warm skin on mine. He’d pushed his shirt up so we could have delicious contact.
The fingers of my unbound wrist flexed and curled back into a fist. I yearned to touch him, or to push my blindfold up so I could watch as he fucked me. Whimpers flowed from my mouth. Desperate, pathetic noises that only seemed to make his cock harder and his thrusts deeper.
“You feel so fucking good,” I mumbled into the side of his neck. The flutters in my belly began once more, and I was quaking beneath him.
“You ready to come again?” His voice was corrupt.
My head bobbed up and down, nodding violently.
One hand slipped beneath me, grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing just to the edge of pain. He slammed his hips against me, driving his cock at a furious pace. “Then fucking do it.”
I moaned as he shoved me over the edge into euphoria. Another of my screams filled the room, but this one was followed by his loud groan, and it set off a series of jerks from him. His cock pulsed inside me, one wave after another of heated bliss.
The tense muscles pressed against mine began to relax as he recovered from his orgasm. “Shit, our American sex is epic.”
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bsp; A short laugh fell out of me. “Our Japanese sex isn’t a joke either.”
“We should teach classes.” He faked seriousness. “People could learn a lot from us.”
“Right. Like how not to lie about your fiancé’s car being yours.” A finger tugged the blindfold off and I blinked at my vision suddenly being restored.
“It’ll be mine eventually.” His voice was heavy with meaning and his eyes glinted.
He was right in every sense. He pushed me, always getting his way in the end, and I loved every minute of it.