Page 128 of Theta

I grind with her, driving my cock through the lips of her pussy. "This? You want this?”

She nods raggedly, desperately, gripping my cock as I circle her clit. "Please, baby. I need your big, fat cock all the way inside me.”

"Then come for me." I slick three fingers inside her, and she clenches around me as a tight-throated keening scream escapes her gritted teeth. "That's it, sweet thing. Let me feel this pussy squeeze me."

She arches backward as her orgasm slams through her, and her pussy vises down on my fingers, and she comes apart for me, wailing and screaming—loud, wild, and with total abandon. "Killian!"

I fit my tip to her seam. “Take me, Story. Now."

Still snarling through her orgasm, she pushes her forehead against mine, panting raggedly, and grips my cock, slips me between her lips, using her thighs' grip on my hips as leverage to lift up, and then, without so much as a pause, begins slowly sinking down onto me.

"Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck," she pants. "Killian, Jesus." She only makes it halfway before stopping, and she holds there, trembling. "Don't …don’t move." A pause, a whimpering breath. “Please. Just for a second.”

I support her weight with a double handful of her perfect ass. "You okay?"

She nods her forehead against mine. "Yep." It's a short, sharp word. "Just…you're so fucking big." She whimpers, rolling her hips in tiny, questing circles. "Oh fuck, you're so big. It's been a long time."

"I'm not—?”

She doesn't even let me finish. "You're not hurting me. I just need to get used to you. Just….oooh god, Killian." She cups my cheek and nuzzles her face against mine. "I'm not teasing you on purpose, I swear."

"I know," I answer.

She whines low in her throat, a quiet, desperate sound. Buries her face in my throat, and then bites down on my trapezius muscle with a feral snarl, slowly driving herself down my shaft. "Killy, Killy, ohmygod, baby. Do you have any fucking clue how incredible you feel?"

I brace one arm under her and cup her breast with the other, pinching her nipple until she whimpers—I feel her pussy pulse around me at the burst of arousal. "I have some idea," I growl.

She shakes her head. “No. You really don't." She slings both arms around my neck and holds on tight, hands threaded into my hair and clutching my head as she tilts her hips back and forth, sliding me in and out of her in small, delicate, exploratory thrusts. "I haven't even taken all of you yet."

"Trust me, I know."

She grips my head hard, panting, and then inhales, holds it. Pauses, utterly still, not even breathing.

And then she drives her ass down to take the rest of me inside her all at once, and we both let out identical breathless groans in unison.

"Killy!"

"Oh dear god, Story. So fucking tight." Every muscle burns with the effort of holding still when every instinct is telling me to go full Ramjet the Rookie.

She nods. "Because your cock is so big."

"And your pussy is so tight." I wedge my fingers between us and find her clit, and at my touch she spasms, wails, and her pussy clenches around me. "Come for me, Story."

She teases her hips against mine, taking me in a hint of a thrust. And when I speed my touch, her hips buck and roll faster, and then she’s quaking and panting, and her hips are driving hard and her tits are bouncing against my chest. "Killy! Oh god, Killy. I'm—oh god, I'm so close."

"I feel you, baby," I whisper. "Give it to me. Come for me."

She nods. "Yes, Killy. Anything for you." She whimpers as I slow my circling touch, and then she wails as I speed it up again, and I feel her walls clamping around me, and I need to move, to thrust, but I don't dare, not until she's ready.

"Now, baby,” I demand. “Come for me right now."

She screams as her body obeys me, head throwing back, and then she bites down on my trap again, hard enough to elicit a grunt from me, and then I feel her explode, feel her pussy flush wet and clench hard. "KILLIAN OH MY GOD!" She flies to pieces, then, and her hips buck and roll. "Killy, please."

"Please what?" I whisper.

"Move. Fuck me. Please." A quiet whimper as she sinks lower, taking me deeper. "Fuck me, baby. Take me to bed. Please."

I pivot and carry her inside, into the cool, dark interior of the hut. She's coming around me, and each spasming clench of her pussy around me makes my knees shake and threaten to give out. As it is, I barely make it to the bed, landing on it on a knee, gently lowering her to her back on the bed—which is a real double mattress on a basic wood platform.