“You’re an animal,” I half sigh, half squeak as he does it a second time.
“Blondie, you have no idea.”
Three fingers plunge into my already clenching channel, pumping hard and fast.
I want his dick in me. I want to be fucked, but he wants me to not only orgasm, he expects me to—to squirt?
It’s vulgar. It’s unthinkable.
I love sex with a compatible partner, but statistically speaking, most of my orgasms are sponsored by a sex toy and none of them did. . . that.
There is absolutely no faefuckingway—
The pressure inside me builds and builds until it’s almost unbearable. Sweat pours off me as I clench and keen on his hand.
Slightly curled fingers furiously fuck me as he coaches me. “Tilt your hips up. Yeah, just like that. Feel that, blondie. Feel it building? You’re going to come for me. You are going to come so hard, you are going to fountain for me like a goddess.”
I could ask what the hell he’s talking about, but the pressure leaves me breathless. I’m there. I’m really there. “Oh faelords,” I cry out as I feel the first sign of my orgasm.
“You’re so damn tight, blondie,” he rasps.
As if my body had a mind of its own, I move my ass up and down, meeting his hand, feeling the fiery friction while I build. I start to shake as the sensation burgeons, my eyes clamping tight as I try to hold onto the feeling. Just as I know I’m about to break, he slaps my clit. Hard.
My hips buck up, and I scream. A roaring wave of sensation floods me, ripping apart my control. The orgasm doesn’t just wash through me, it pours out of me and I do exactly what he said I would do.
Some part of me is completely self-conscious, another is shocked, and the last part is consumed by the spasms rocking my senses. I shake and rattle until I’m a limp ragdoll.
“Oh fuck,” he groans.
I can hardly hear him, barely feel him. I’m completely lost in the waves of pleasure that are still rippling through me. He’s still pumping those fingers in my pussy, My ass is still moving in time with his thrusts, as I ride it out.
“That’s it, cream puff. You did itjustright,” he says through a groan. “Soaking my bed like a good girl.”
The words are tiny electric shocks, singeing my already red hot flesh.
“See?” He pulls back, licking his fingers clean of my juices. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I try to answer but all that comes out is a moan full of blissful exhaustion as the tremors of my orgasm slowly fade away. My head is spinning and I’m not sure what to think.
I’m not sure Icanthink. My brain has melted and I’m never going to be able to get up again.
An incoherent sound escapes me.
Then he grins at me. It was the first time I’d ever seen him smile, and it fucking pulls the floor out from under me.
When scowling, he’s a rugged, handsome man. When he smiles, it devastates, leaving nothing in its wake.
I’m still fighting to get control of my breathing when the smile slips off his lips and uncertainty flickers in his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“Am I okay?” I sputter. He has to be completely fucking joking after that.
Chapter31
Three Baby Bears
GOLDIE
