“There you are,” he says, his voice as rich as cream. “So obedient. So exquisite. All for me.”
I feel him come to the end of the bed, his shadow looming over me, his presence overwhelming. The bonfire smell floods my senses and I’m squeezing my thighs together.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” he murmurs. “How you’ve changed, fairy girl. So unsure at first, and now you can’t get enough of me, can’t get it fast enough. But I’m in control here, not you. I’m the one who decides when you’ll get it.”
I hear the buckle of his pants as they’re undone.
“And how you’ll get it,” he adds huskily.
I hold my breath as I wait for his touch.
“Soft?” he goes on, his voice gentle. “Will I give it to you softly, slowly?”
I gasp as he touches me, a tentative slide of his fingertips along my waist, back to my hips, my ass, my thighs, and then back up again, all the while his breath gets shorter, louder, like he’s already struggling to remain in control.
He begins to slowly massage my hips, my ass, his gloves feeling extra grippy today as he kneads my flesh, almost to the point of pain. He does this for a while, taking his time, torturing me. Then adjusts his position, and I know what’s coming next.
I don’t fight it.
I want it.
More than I’ve ever wanted anything.
I suck in my breath and feel the thick wet lap of his tongue as it slides up and down each cheek. I shiver from the sensation, wanting desperately for him to go lower, to where I already feel the pressure building. I start to move my hips back, trying to guide him.
He chuckles wickedly.
“Look at you,” he purrs. “You’re begging for me.”
“I’m not begging,” I manage to say against the sheets.
“Then what are you doing? Asking politely?” He gives me a hard squeeze until I cry out in pain. “Is this what you want?” His fingers go lower and slip between my folds, stroking them. “Is it?”
I nod, taking in a deep breath, the pain melting to pleasure.
“I need to hear it,” he commands. “I like to hear it.”
I swallow thickly. “Yes.”
“Yes, my God.”
Oh hell.
“Say it,” he says sharply. “Yes, my God.”
I nod. “Yes. Yes, my God.”
He groans. “You don’t know what that sounds like,” he says. “Like the fucking spirits are singing just for me.”
He thrusts his fingers up inside me and I gulp, my body going stiff.
“Did you think you’d be so wet for me?” he asks, briefly teasing my clit before plunging his fingers inside me again. “Does it surprise you, how much you’ve wanted this? Wanted me?”
Do not give him a bigger ego, I warn myself, but then my thoughts dissolve as he starts pressing against my G-spot.
Holy hell.
I need to come and I need to come now.
He lets out an amused huff of air, and I hear him unbuckle his pants further, hear the thwack of his heavy cock against his gloved palm, a most erotic sound that makes my nipples ache.
I want…I need…I’m dying here.
There’s a moment’s pause, and then the swollen head of his cock slides up and down my ass, and his hands go back to gripping my hips and he moves me over an inch and back into him. He eases the tip of his dick inside me and then pushes a hand between my shoulder blades so my ass is raised, the angle all the higher for him.
Death lets out a primal moan as he sinks into me, and I can’t help but respond in the same way. From this angle, he’s packed in so incredibly tight, nearly pressing against my cervix. It’s borderline uncomfortable, but then the sensation gives way to pleasure. I’ve never felt so full before, like his cock was always made to fit inside me.
Like I belong.
He slowly begins to slide out and then pushes back in, holding me in place until I start to slip forward. I grip the sheets, my face pressed against the bed as he slams into me again and again.
And again.
I pant for breath, trying to hold on and wanting to let go, while a gloved hand goes for my clit, rubbing wild and messy, making me moan, while the other one goes back to my ass, searching, exploring, testing me.
Yes, yes, please.
I groan loudly, wanting more, so much more.
Who am I right now?
What have I become?
An animal, just full of base instincts?
“You like that, don’t you?” he growls. “Your eagerness is showing.”
He pushes his thumb all the way in and I gasp.
“If you could see what I see,” he murmurs, making a raw, primitive sound from somewhere deep inside. “How you cream around my cock, how tight you grip me.”
And just like that, his finger presses down in one slick motion and I can feel how wet I am and how every inch of me feels so damn full and I’m coming.