him know she accepted it, his knees butted hers open. His hips came down in the space he’d made, his body as hot as a barbecue.
His grip tightened painfully on her wrists as he probed between her labia with his cock. He must not have wanted to release her hands. After a push or two he found her entrance, grunted into her mouth, then slung inside in one hard thrust.
She was so wet, so hungry that all she felt at his roughness was relief.
He gasped her name, tearing free of her mouth.
That was all the pause she got before he started fucking her like a maniac. A second later, she was meeting him with abandon, her hips bucking up at his. They went at each other so hard it felt like they were fighting.
“Yes,” she groaned, hitching up her knees and spreading her thighs wider. He shifted both her wrists into one big hand, then shoved the other under her bottom, controlling her thrusts to move her in better synch with him. She quivered so close to coming she knew she didn’t have much time to do what she still wanted.
“Let go of my right hand,” she said, trying to tug it free.
He shook his head and pumped into her harder.
“Yes,” she insisted. “I’m your queen, and I’ll do to you what I please.”
“Liv,” he said miserably.
She didn’t care. She knew he wanted this. The next time she tugged, her hand flew free of his. She spit on two fingers, then decided three would be better. His breath grew choppy as he watched her.
He closed his eyes and shuddered when she pushed all three into him.
He loved it. That was clear from the way his spine arched and his expression grew dreamy. The fact that he’d wanted to hide how much he craved this
sweetened her victory. She began to move her fingers inside of him.
The look on his face grew truly beatific.
“I’m fucking you,” she whispered, some demon genius taking control of her vocal chords. “I’m fucking you like a man.”
“Oh God!” he cried.
Suddenly, he was fucking her twice as hard, really slamming into her, as wild and desperate as if the only way to save both their souls was by coming in the next ten seconds. Maybe the rubber band did make it more difficult to ejaculate.
He seemed like he was reaching for it hard and couldn’t quite get there. The twisting of his facial muscles pushed more of her buttons than needed it. She started to go, and finally he did as well. She moved her fingers faster and was rewarded by a ragged shout of pleasure.
The shout was only the beginning. His ejaculation gushed heat inside her as he strained to hold as deep as he could. She felt herself clamp around him, and that made them both come harder. The orgasm felt like pleasure was stabbing through her womb - no subtlety to it, just a hard-core explosion of sexual nerves.
Olivia made a sound like she was sobbing. Maybe she was. Even though he’d come, James had started thrusting again, taking advantage before his cock softened. Helpless to stop her sex from reacting, she went over a second time.
Half a dozen jabs more, and it was all over.
“Jesus,” she gasped as he sagged down on her. She felt like a hurricane had blown through her, one that swept everything before it with a storm surge of ecstasy. When she tugged her fingers from James’s body, her hand and arm were shaking. He shivered, and she wasn’t certain it was with pleasure. “God, James.
Did I hurt you?”
He moaned, his sweaty face turning back and forth across the crook of her neck. “You -” He stopped for air. “You did that perfectly.”
How did he know? Had he been finger fucked before? She’d been singularly inexperienced when they met in college, but she’d heard young men sometimes experimented, just like young women did. Maybe he hadn’t been fucked by
fingers . Maybe he was comparing what she’d done to something else entirely.
She pressed her lips to his temple, unable - or, she guessed, unwilling - to ask him to clarify. Did she want to hear his answer?
He lifted
His grip tightened painfully on her wrists as he probed between her labia with his cock. He must not have wanted to release her hands. After a push or two he found her entrance, grunted into her mouth, then slung inside in one hard thrust.
She was so wet, so hungry that all she felt at his roughness was relief.
He gasped her name, tearing free of her mouth.
That was all the pause she got before he started fucking her like a maniac. A second later, she was meeting him with abandon, her hips bucking up at his. They went at each other so hard it felt like they were fighting.
“Yes,” she groaned, hitching up her knees and spreading her thighs wider. He shifted both her wrists into one big hand, then shoved the other under her bottom, controlling her thrusts to move her in better synch with him. She quivered so close to coming she knew she didn’t have much time to do what she still wanted.
“Let go of my right hand,” she said, trying to tug it free.
He shook his head and pumped into her harder.
“Yes,” she insisted. “I’m your queen, and I’ll do to you what I please.”
“Liv,” he said miserably.
She didn’t care. She knew he wanted this. The next time she tugged, her hand flew free of his. She spit on two fingers, then decided three would be better. His breath grew choppy as he watched her.
He closed his eyes and shuddered when she pushed all three into him.
He loved it. That was clear from the way his spine arched and his expression grew dreamy. The fact that he’d wanted to hide how much he craved this
sweetened her victory. She began to move her fingers inside of him.
The look on his face grew truly beatific.
“I’m fucking you,” she whispered, some demon genius taking control of her vocal chords. “I’m fucking you like a man.”
“Oh God!” he cried.
Suddenly, he was fucking her twice as hard, really slamming into her, as wild and desperate as if the only way to save both their souls was by coming in the next ten seconds. Maybe the rubber band did make it more difficult to ejaculate.
He seemed like he was reaching for it hard and couldn’t quite get there. The twisting of his facial muscles pushed more of her buttons than needed it. She started to go, and finally he did as well. She moved her fingers faster and was rewarded by a ragged shout of pleasure.
The shout was only the beginning. His ejaculation gushed heat inside her as he strained to hold as deep as he could. She felt herself clamp around him, and that made them both come harder. The orgasm felt like pleasure was stabbing through her womb - no subtlety to it, just a hard-core explosion of sexual nerves.
Olivia made a sound like she was sobbing. Maybe she was. Even though he’d come, James had started thrusting again, taking advantage before his cock softened. Helpless to stop her sex from reacting, she went over a second time.
Half a dozen jabs more, and it was all over.
“Jesus,” she gasped as he sagged down on her. She felt like a hurricane had blown through her, one that swept everything before it with a storm surge of ecstasy. When she tugged her fingers from James’s body, her hand and arm were shaking. He shivered, and she wasn’t certain it was with pleasure. “God, James.
Did I hurt you?”
He moaned, his sweaty face turning back and forth across the crook of her neck. “You -” He stopped for air. “You did that perfectly.”
How did he know? Had he been finger fucked before? She’d been singularly inexperienced when they met in college, but she’d heard young men sometimes experimented, just like young women did. Maybe he hadn’t been fucked by
fingers . Maybe he was comparing what she’d done to something else entirely.
She pressed her lips to his temple, unable - or, she guessed, unwilling - to ask him to clarify. Did she want to hear his answer?
He lifted
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