Damn, I like it.
“Are you trying to butter me up?”
“Is it working?”
I tip the lube over her folds, letting it spill down till it reaches her ass and where I plan on sinking into next.
“You were very good before.” I dip my finger into the thick liquid this time. “I suppose you can, but only when both of your holes are stuffed.”
Rubbing my two fingers together, I wink at her, enjoying the way her body reacts.
She whines when I pinch her clit, my hand drifting down to the place nobody else has ever touched. A rush of satisfaction spreads through me, knowing I’m the only one who will.
Slowly, I trace teasing circles around her hole before pushing a finger in. Her mouth pops open, her legs jerking, trying to shut, but I pin them down.
“Deep breaths, baby. It might feel a little weird at first… but it's going to feel so damn good, I promise. I'll make it so good for you.”
Her legs finally stop struggling, giving me full access. I sink in knuckle deep, feeling her tight warmth cling to me, then tip more lube over her and slide my fingers to her piercing, rubbing it in quick, small circles.
“I… I love when you do that,” she stammers, hips grinding against my hand.
Oh, I know she does. And I love it too. Watching her body take everything I give her is a pleasure I cherish and need.
Another finger slips inside, stretching her tight walls. She accepts it, breathing through it, every nerve alive with sensation.I let her hips roll slightly, encouraging the stimulation, knowing it's driving her wild.
I reach for the dildo, flick it on, and notch it at her entrance. She's already so drenched she doesn't even need more lube as I push it in, letting the vibration fill her.
Her neck arches, fingers grasp my wrist as she swallows.
I keep sliding it in and out, my eyes locked on her, mesmerised. The sight of her is addictive, almost hypnotic. Pulling my fingers free, unable to wait any longer. She's already a moaning mess, so I drag the tip against her dripping hole. Her cries scrape against my nerve endings.
“Relax for me,” I murmur, slow and commanding, as I push the head of my cock inside her. I pull back just enough to feel her walls clench around me, teasing me, then push in again, moving my hips harder.
“Elijah,” she cries, voice ragged with pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
I bite my lip, concentrating, thrusting harder, letting the vibrations keep her on the edge as I drive deep into her. My chest hitches. My head spins. Fuck. Her walls are so tight, gripping me like she never wants to let go.
Her legs snap open as I hit a certain spot. I manoeuvre my legs under hers, grinding my hips.
“Please, Elijah… move,” she pleads.
I nod, just a stutter, letting her words drive me. My hands grip her hips, pulling her flush against me, and I slam into her, letting my cock claim every part of her.
Her body arches, nails raking through her hair as her sounds fill the room like a beautiful symphony.
“You're mine,” I hiss as I slam in again. “Every inch of you.”
Her gasp for air is filled with desperation. “Yes, fuck… yes, I am.”
She's squirming, needy, trying to chase her own release, but I’m the only one in control. Every time she tries to tilt her hips, I remind her of that.
“Not yet, baby. Only I get to make you come. Only I decide when.”
I’m delirious at this point.
Our skin is damp, warm, and the room smells of sex, and it's intoxicating.
“You like being stretched, don't you? Used?” I tease.
