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“Never.”
His fingers curled, finding my g-spot and pressing into me with every thrust. His pinky found my tight rosebud, circling and tickling until I was gasping on the precipice of release.
“Cum for me. Give me your pleasure. Flood me.” His words, punctuated by teeth grazing over my clit, pushed me over the edge. My orgasm wracked my body, pulling every muscle tighter and tighter until I arched like a bowstring, careening into pleasure like an arrow loosed straight towards the sun. My fists tightened in his hair, holding him to me as he licked me back down to Earth again.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He groaned, his hands wrapping around my thighs. Before I could utter a word, still swimming in the hazy pleasure of his tongue, he flipped me over onto my stomach in a quick, rough motion that left me gasping.
He tugged, pulling me up onto my knees as he knelt behind me. His hands moved over my ass, spreading my cheeks as he dove with his tongue, licking at my backdoor with a wild need that left me panting, gasping in shock, and groaning in pleasure. I had never been licked there before, but fuck, it was good. I pushed back into him, losing myself as he rimmed, circled, flicked, and pressed into the tight circle without a thought for anything but pleasure.
I rocked into him, grinding against his mouth. His fingers tightened to the point of bruising as he explored me, tasted me, and pushed me deeper.
“Thatcher!” I gasped as I sought more from him. I needed more. I needed everything.
His hands moved up over my hips, finding the curve of my back and pulling, deepening my arch and opening me wider for him. I ached, I dripped, I clenched with a need to be filled.
“Fuck!” he groaned, pulling his mouth away, leaving me whimpering as he smacked his hand against the curve of my ass. His fingers slipped inside of me again. One finger, then two.
“How much can you take, baby? Can you take more?”
I nodded, unable to find words as I grasped onto the blanket beneath me, burying my face into the softness of it as he slowly stretched my aching cunt. He moved away from me for only a moment, to the bedside table, before returning. His fingers found my core again, this time slickened with lubricant.
Two fingers became three. Three became four.
“Open up for me, baby. Let me see just how much you can take.” His words lit a fire in me, pushing back into him as he slowly stretched me. I enjoyed stretching, but did not do it often, and never with anyone else. It was new, it was exciting, and it overtook every thought in my head until nothing existed but him.
“Thatcher! Fuck!” I cried out, his fingers opening up inside of me as he worked me into a frenzy. I felt his fingers pull together, working in slow, methodical circles as he worked his thumb in, opening me to the widest part of his hand. He was going to fist me. I panted out my breaths, relaxing my body to accept him as pleasure threatened to take over, the pain pushing me ever higher, the pressure filling my every thought as my body slowly accepted his invading appendage.
“Come on, baby. That’s it. Take it for me. You can do it.” His praise washed over me, my vision blurring until I had to close my eyes against the dizzying pleasure he forced upon me.
“Oh God,” I cried out, the stretch as excruciating as it was pleasurable.
“Here we go, baby. One big push.” I squinted my eyes shut tightly, relaxing as much as I could as he pushed slowly, purposefully, the knuckles of his hand pushing past my opening until he slid inside of me with such a beautifully painful pleasure that it left me sobbing with need, with want, with relief, and with agonizing beauty. I sobbed, I cried, every emotion simmering just under the surface of my skin until my orgasm came crashing over me as he thrust slowly, twisting and turning inside of me as I clenched down.
“Yes! Baby, that’s it! Cum for me!” His words, screaming with praise, pushed me over the edge. I flooded him. My orgasm hit with so much force, my body shook with the intensity of it, leaving me weak, sated, and somehow aching for more.
His hand pulled out of me slowly, the stretch leaving me gasping with shuddering breaths. I collapsed onto the bed, his hands running over the length of my thighs as he guided me back down from my ecstatic bliss. Kisses rained over my ass and thighs, then up the nodules of my spine until he was lying next to me, gathering me into his arms, whispering praise and quiet sounds of comfort.
As my breathing slowed and my thoughts began to settle back into reality, my hunger only grew for him. My lips found his, pulling his face to mine as I kissed him greedily, needily, tempting him with teeth tugging, tongue tasting. I pushed him onto his back, straddling him on still shaky legs, our lips never parting as I ground my hips against his. I explored him, my hands trailing over the muscles of his chest, following the newly familiar lines of muscle and sinew.
My lips followed, tracing over the lines of his inked skin, licking, flicking, tasting, and teasing every inch I found with an exuberant hunger that refused to be satiated. His breath hitched, hissing through clenched teeth as I kissed down below his navel, skirting my way around the hard length of his dripping cock, the pre-cum glistening over the mushroomed head of him as it bobbed, seeking my ministrations. Ministrations he would have to wait for.
I was nothing if not an edging master.
“What do you want?” I asked him, teasing with my words as my nails dug into his muscular thighs, dragging down his skin as I kissed along the hollow of his hipbones, letting my warm breath fan out over the length of his cock.
“I want you, Sadie.”
“Tell me what you want me to do. What is your desire?”
“I just want you.” His hands found my hair, fingers threading through the strands and wrapping the tresses around his hand as he urged me closer to his aching cock.
“Beg for me,” I purred, a smirk playing at my lips as I kissed closer, ever nearer to where he wanted me most.
Suddenly, he jerked my head back, making me gasp as my gaze found his, my eyes wide with surprise.
“No.” The word was firm, his brow furrowed as he refused to release me or my gaze.
“What?”
