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My breathing hitches at the word, no matter how much I’d like to hide my reaction. “Punish me, how?”
“I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to move without thinking of me. I’ll fill your little cunt with my dick until that becomes your only thought. But first, I’ll start with this…” He slaps his hand against my wet folds. I hear the sound before the sting registers.
I gasp, my thighs trembling, but there’s something different, a tingling, clenching awareness I’ve never felt before.
“Are you going to open, or should I repeat?” He bits down on my nipple, hard.
A whimper-moan leaves my lips as my legs fall open of their own accord.
“Good princess.”
Kyle slides his fingers down my wet folds, and I close my eyes at the intimacy of it, at how well he knows my body in just the span of a few weeks, when I never took the time to learn it myself.
He thrusts two fingers inside me in one go, then curls them within me. I don’t know if it’s that or the earlier simulation or a combination of both, but I can feel the storm that’s about to rattle my world.
“Even though I’ve been preparing you all this time, your cunt is still so fucking tight,” Kyle says against my earlobe before he nibbles on the skin. “How are you going to take my dick?”
A moan is my only answer. All I want right now is the thing he’s building inside me: release, gratification. It’s never felt this way, not by my own hand, and definitely not by someone else’s.
All my life, I looked at men as rivals or allies. I never once considered any of them as someone who belongs in my night fantasies.
It hits me then, the realization that I never wanted it to be true. It wouldn’t have been the same if it were someone other than Kyle.
He is the one eliciting all these foreign emotions from me.
He is the one for whom my body resurrects from the ashes like a phoenix.
And that reality is dooming.
Just when I’m about to come, Kyle removes his fingers from inside me and replaces them with his other hand.
Something musky with arousal is at my lips. My eyes shoot open to find the same fingers that were inside me at my mouth.
“Suck yourself off me. I want my fingers clean.”
“Wha—” My word is cut off when he thrusts his fingers inside my mouth at the same time he scissors his fingers inside me.
I’m a goner. I come with a shudder that invades my entire body.
Kyle doesn’t stop his double assault, his fingers curling inside me and his other fingers gliding back and forth against my tongue.
Tasting myself on him is a different type of intimacy altogether, but that’s not the one thing that holds me hostage, even when I’m fighting with the remnants of my orgasm. It’s the utter possessiveness in the sparkling blue sea of his eyes.
“This cunt and these lips belong to me. You belong to me.”
I don’t have the chance to speak with his fingers pressed against my tongue, not that I have any response to his words. At this moment, when I’m trapped against the wall by his strong body, I can only feel.
Just let go and feel.
Kyle pulls his fingers from inside me, letting me ride the aftershocks of my orgasm.
The sound of a belt opening ripples in the air as he undoes it with one hand. His pants hit the ground with a whoosh and his boxer briefs follow. I stare down with heavy-lidded eyes, unable to look away.
Even though I’ve already had a full view of his cock a few times, the thing still manages to surprise me. Kyle wasn’t kidding when he said he’s huge.
He is, and when fully erect like right now, the veins visible with how hard he is, it’s like he’s ready to break something.
Not something—me.
He lifts one of my legs up then wraps it around his hip.
It’s then that it hits me. I mumble against his fingers so he’ll let me speak, but he presses his middle finger against my tongue.
Unintelligible sounds leave my lips as I push at his shoulder. I’m getting lightheaded, and it’s probably because I’m not taking in enough oxygen.
He finally lets go of my mouth, my saliva clinging to his finger in a line as it separates from me.
I gasp as if I’m a newborn breathing for the first time. Kyle doesn’t wait for what I have to say, though. He aligns his cock with my entrance, the head nudging inside.
My hand bunches his shirt, nails digging into the cloth. “C-condom.”
“Fuck condoms.” His thick brows draw over darkened blue eyes. “You just have to trust that I’m clean and would never hurt you that way.”
“It’s not that…” My words come out in a needy pant, and for a second, it feels like I’ve lost complete track of what my brain was trying to communicate just now.
