He batted me away. “Not yet.” He yanked off my knickers and then slid the plug from my body and placed it on the bedside cabinet. “If you’re going to take me, you’re going to need more room, not less.”
It was a strange sensation, no longer wearing the plug, but he quickly took my mind off it by pushing a finger inside my pussy and then adding a second. I let out a groan and arched my hips upwards.
His other hand wrapped around my throat, not squeezing, but pinning me in place. I gasped in shock.
“Trust me,” he said, still fingering me.
My breathing grew ragged, and I did my best not to focus on the tight arousal building at my core.
“How many can you take?”
For a second, I didn’t understand what he meant, but then he pushed a third finger inside me, stretching my inner walls. I let out a whimper, and he smiled.
“Oh, good girl. If you’re going to take my cock, Hallie, you’re going to have to be ready for it. A little virgin cunt with my dick inside it is going to be ruined unless I prepare you first.”
He leaned over me and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside drawer. He flicked open the cap and squeezed some onto my clit. The cold liquid sent my eyes rolling with pleasure, and as it heated, it dribbled down onto the spot where his fingers were jammed inside me.
“Think I can fit a fourth?
I felt so full and stretched, I didn’t think it was possible. The noises coming from both my mouth and between my thighs filled me with shame. My pussy was ready for him, wet and squelching, slurping noises filling the air.
His tone took on a wicked edge. “Maybe I could fit my whole fist in there.”
“Tam, please,” I cried, tears spilling to the corners of my eyes. “Please, just fuck me...” I was desperate and looked it, too, with my legs spread so wide, his hand around my throat, his other hand plunging in and out of my pussy while I trembled and shook beneath him. I could smell myself on the air. The grunts and moans that found their way from my mouth sounded inhuman.
“Okay, just the four then. I wouldn’t want to destroy your sweet little pussy just yet. Plenty of time for that.”
With four fingers inside me, he used his thumb to find my clit. It was like my whole cunt was getting a massage from the inside and out, and even though I was embarrassed, I couldn’t stop my climax from overtaking. My head spun, stars bursting in my vision.
Tam slipped his hand from me and licked off his fingers one by one. I couldn’t move, the room still spinning, all the energy gone from my limbs.
He gave me a moment, and then his hands went to his trousers. He toed off his shoes and pulled the trousers down, his cock springing free. But for once my gaze wasn’t locked on his dick.
A raised, twisted white scar ran across his thigh.
“Oh, Tam.”
“Ignore it, Hallie.
I suddenly realised where it was from. “You got that the night at the hotel, didn’t you? Three years ago.”
It had been from when he’d saved me during an attack on a central London hotel that we’d both happened to be at. That was the reason he popped pain pills the way he did, and that he ended up downing them with booze.
“It still hurts you.”
He spoke from between gritted teeth. “It always will.”
“God, I’m so sorry.”
He glanced away. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“But if I hadn’t been there that night...”
His tone hardened. “I said it wasn’t your fault, Hallie, got it? And if you really want to make me forget about my leg, I need you to get over here and suck my dick.”
I readily did as he demanded, scrambling onto all fours. His cock was already sticking up from the small patch of curls, the head reaching his navel. I held back my hair and ducked my head, covering the glans with my mouth and stretching my jaw wide. He groaned and laced his fingers in the back of my hair, his hips jerking forward to meet me.
I sucked him greedily, sliding my lips up and down his thick length, using my tongue to lap at the flat underside and to circle the head each time I reached the top. From the noises Tam was making, I could tell I was doing a good job. I only wanted to please him.