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My hand started to move again, but it wasn’t long before I noticed her arms starting to droop again, mostly likely due to fatigue than disobedience.
“I think you need a little help,” I said, wrapping my hand around her wrists and holding them against the door, feeling her relax in my hold. “Wrap your leg around my waist.”
She eagerly complied, her actions keeping her pussy open to me. Her easy acquiescence made me feel powerful and desperate.
My finger slid out and rubbed her clit again, ratcheting her pleasure back up before sliding back inside her. I was so focused on her pussy, I almost didn’t notice her wrists pulling against the restraint of my hand, a clear signal she was tired of me teasing her.
I lightly circled her clit. “You want to come, Emmy?” I asked, moving my lips against her neck, under her ear. She moaned and nodded vigorously, perhaps too shy to answer verbally.
A thought that turned me the fuck on.
“Answer me,” I said with intentional gruffness.
She bit her lip, as if physically stopping the words from leaving her mouth. Her blue eyes full of desire and erotic embarrassment. I gave her clit a light pinch. “Answer, Emmy.”
“Yes, okay! Yes, of course, I do,” she burst out.
“Yes, what?”
She frowned up at me, her lips slightly pursed in aggravation.
“Tell me,” I commanded, continuing to press her.
“I want to come,” she blurted out quickly, then buried her face in my chest, her forehead leaning against my shoulder. Her bashful, desperate response sent a wave of affection flooding through me.
I’d never found a sexual partner endearing in my life, but I was having a hard time not giving into the foreign impulse to praise her for being so good when I was being such a dick.
“If you keep pulling your hands free, I can’t focus on what I’m doing to your pussy, and if I can’t focus on your pussy, you don’t get to come,” I said, though it wasn’t particularly true. Her pulling against my grip wasn’t a distraction because my strength overpowered hers effortlessly. I simply enjoyed instructing her like this.
She gave a muffled gasp, but I wasn’t sure if that was due to my dirty language or the threat.
“Do you understand?” I asked, giving her clit another light pinch.
She choked out a groan. “Yes, yes, I understand,” she said softly and started to move her hips against my hand in a frantic attempt to re-engage my touch.
After one more tweak to her clit, my finger slid down and once again sank deep into the soft, wet recesses of her body, my breath nearly catching my throat as I felt her muscles tighten, as if trying to keep me inside her. My finger started moving in a faster rhythm, careful to keep my palm grinding against her eager clit.
Her wrists once again pulled at my hand, but I was certain she wasn’t aware of it. She was utterly lost in the sensation of me owning her body.
I maneuvered another finger inside of her and started finger fucking her in earnest, addicted to the sound of her breathy, ecstatic moans and the feel of her soft, delicate flesh squeezing my fingers.
I buried my face in her neck, sucking on the delicate skin below her ear and dedicating myself to the task of making her body burn with pleasure. My actions soon paid off as her hips started absolutely hammering against my hand and I could tell by how her pussy started to pulse and flutter against my fingers that she was close.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she groaned over and over as she reached for ecstasy.
“Fuck yes, Emmy. You’re so close, baby,” I whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to bury my face in that tight pussy and feel it squeeze my tongue the way you’re squeezing my fingers.”
My hotly worded promise pushed her over. She let out a short scream and tightened her thighs around my hand as her body shook as if jolted with electricity.
My hand slid wetly against her flesh, my dick felt like a piece of granite in my pants, desperate to replace my fingers. Emmy continued to swivel her hips seeking the last echoes of pleasure from my fingers.
Jesus Christ, she fucked me up.
I slid my hand from her panties and released her wrists, a little concerned that I may have left marks on them. I hadn’t been paying attention to how much strength I was using at the end.
She collapsed against me, her head laying heavily against my shoulder and I was certain she would have slid to the floor if I hadn't kept my hand on her.
I wasn’t sure what to do, so I focused on helping her put her pants back on, going so far as to zip and button them, uncertain her uncoordinated fingers could handle the task.
