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A high-pitched whine comes from my throat as I reach my hands up to entwine in his golden hair. His finger is curious and exploring, and thick, and everywhere—
Which is good because I can’t manage a single word.
All I can do is twitch around him as he rubs up and down, monitoring my reactions. When he finds my clit and sees how I hump up on him and grab at his hair, he explores until I’m a heaving, sopping mess on top of him.
“Not yet,” he rumbles, and I groan. How did he know how close to coming I was? I was trying to be quiet about it.
He makes little grunts of satisfaction, and I feel his cock jump every so often between us.
And then his finger drops down to explore more, sliding down my slit and probing at the soft walls of my entrance.
I’m so primed and crazy by now, I mewl and actually manage words. “Yes. Stick it in. Stick it in.”
I mean his cock, but maybe he thinks I mean his fingers—
But he does neither. Just continues to tease around the flesh of my entrance, pressing and massaging and then retreating.
“Please, oh god, please stick it in,” I beg, restlessly moving my hips up and down.
“You want that?” he growls. “You want to feel my finger inside? You want to feel me rubbing you here?” He presses down on the lowest flesh of my entrance, where it meets my backside. “Giving you release?”
“God, yes. Please. Please,” I groan from the back of my throat. “I’m begging you.”
“I like the sound of your voice when you beg me,” he hisses in my ear. “Now beg me some more.”
And the fingers of another hand come to strum and tease my clit while he continues to tease and press all around my entrance, stretching but never entering.
I’ve never felt so mad wanting someone inside me.
“Please!” I howl. “Please, please.”
And then, because I can’t think of anything else to do and the mounting pleasure feels so tortuously good but like it’s on a terrible precipice that won’t go any higher or back off, I open my mouth to wail and sink my teeth into his throat.
One of his thick fingers, covered in my juices, finally slips inside the channel of my pussy.
I can’t help it. I come on his finger while he strums my clit, and his cock preses against me, pulsing—
“Did I say you could release?” he growls.
Oh shit. I blink, but before I’ve come down fully, he’s pushing in with a second finger. And that’s when any and all thoughts are obliterated by sensation. It’s just the tips of the two fingers at first, and he feels all along my entrance with the second fingertip.
With the knuckles of the fingers inside me, he presses low against the flesh of my entrance, down near my anus, and my eyes roll back in my head with pleasure.
“Your cock,” I rasp, my voice box barely managing sound. Eyes squeezed shut because the sensations are so much, I manage, “Can I please have your cock?”
For a second, he freezes. I don’t know if I’ve shocked him or said something wrong. I shift my hips restlessly against him. “Don’t stop,” I whine, full of aching need.
“Yes,” he says, and the word sounds a bit strangled. His fingers pull out of me, and I want to cry at the loss.
But then I feel something else replace them. Something hard, long, hot, and big.
His cock.
Oh my god. We’re actually about to fuck.
“This time,” he growls in my ear, “you come around my cock. I have stretched you to take me.”
I clench my arms tighter around his neck and nod. If he was a normal man, I might worry that I was strangling him, but with Kharon, I doubt the pressure is anything. He’s so strong. Yet gentle at the same time. I want this intimacy. I want this closeness and connection more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
As I cling tighter, I think, oh shit, this will ruin me for anyone else forever. Already, it’s been too good.
I want it so much I pry one of my arms from around his neck so I can reach down and feel him again. I need to put my hand on his unbelievable cock. I can barely fit my arm between us, we’re sandwiched so tightly together. But he sucks in his abdominal muscles when he feels me trying to squeeze my hand down, and then I’m touching him.
I wrap my hand around him or try to. My fingers can’t encircle his huge circumference, but I love the feel as I squeeze him and line him up at my entrance, feeding him into myself.
He’s so thick he fills up my pussy completely, pressing everywhere at once. My eyes are still squeezed shut—the sensory information input is so overwhelming, I’m struggling to handle it all. But it feels so good—Oh!
