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He took hold of my hand and pushed it down, sliding beneath my underwear. “Show me.”
I gasped and tried to pull back on him, but he was too strong.
“Show me,” he insisted, giving my nipple another hard pinch.
I relented and allowed him to guide my hand between my thighs. I slid my fingers, with his pressed behind them, between my folds. My middle finger led the way, rubbing across my clit and making me heady with arousal, down to my entrance. I was surprised to discover I was already wet. Did my body want him, even though my mind rebelled? Was he really going to make me finger myself with him up against my back, his breath hot in my ear?
He applied pressure on the back of my finger forcing me to penetrate myself. Soft wet pillows of heat surrounded me, and to my shock, his finger entered with mine. My legs almost buckled. I could feel him in there, our digits twisting around each other as they slid in and out of my pussy.
“That’s right, little girl,” he growled against my ear. “I can feel you, and you can feel me. So tight, and hot, and wet. You know I’m imagining that’s my cock inside you right now.”
He continued to twist and roll one of my nipples while he helped me finger myself. My stomach muscles were taut, my thighs trembling. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to remain standing.
He changed the angle of his hand slightly, so the ball of mine now hit my clit, giving me something to grind upon. The sensation of him all over me, towering over me from behind, his arms wrapped around me, his finger inside me and his other hand on my breast, overwhelmed me. I’d never felt so consumed by a man before, and yet he was still fully dressed, and I hadn’t even taken off my knickers. If he could do this to me with just one finger, I didn’t want to think about what he could do to me with his cock.
His movements grew faster inside me, and I went with him. My eyes slipped shut, and I focused on the erotic sensation of our fingers tangled together, surrounded by my pussy.
“That’s right, you’re coming. Give in to it. Let go, little girl.”
My pleasure built, higher and higher. I’d brought myself to orgasm before, but I’d never had a man involved. My breathing grew ragged, little gasps and moans escaping my lips.
“Good girl. Come now. Let me feel it.”
My heart pounded, and I struggled to catch my breath. I was close, so close. My climax broke free, and I almost folded in half, but he held me up. I cried out as I trembled and jerked in his arms. Every bit of strength ebbed from my muscles until I was left slumped in his grip.
His slipped his finger from my body, and I withdrew mine at the same time. A part of me felt disgusted at myself, but it wasn’t over yet. I heard the rasp of a zip, and the next thing I knew, Tam had twisted me around, and then forced me to my knees.
“You know how to suck cock, little girl?”
It was right there, in front of my face, the thing I’d been picturing in my head during the early hours when he’d been in the shower. I’d touched a handful of dicks before, no pun intended, when the boys I’d been with had been more than happy to get a hand job off me but hadn’t dared to take things further. This felt very different. For one, this thing was huge.
The second thing that was different was the way the owner of the giant cock was currently looking at me, with ferocity in his eyes and not even a glimmer of affection. He left me in no doubt that it was his turn now and I’d better make it good, or else.
He nudged his hips forward, and the smooth head of his cock bumped my chin. The musky, salty scent of him filled my senses, and a fresh quiver of desire lit inside me. No, I did not want to desire this man, did I? I needed to remember to keep my head. Our marriage was a business transaction, an arrangement. Where I’d imagined a possibility of romance with Harvey, and one day falling in love, I couldn’t think like that about his brother.
Tam was too old for me: too hard, too cold, tooeverything.
Yet I parted my lips for him and darted out my tongue to touch the slit. Salty, silky fluid coated my tastebuds, and above me, Tam groaned. He laced his fingers in my hair, and then went a step further, gathering up the strands to fist my hair into a ponytail.
“Open up, show me what my wife-to-be can do with her mouth.”
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slid my lips over the smooth head and down the shaft as far as I could go. He hit the back of my throat, and I instinctively pulled back, needing space. Tam wasn’t going to let me go that easily, however. His grip on my hair tightened, pain spiking through my scalp, and he thrust again. I let out a muffled groan of dismay and fought the urge to gag. He was using my mouth like it was just a hole he could get off in, like it didn’t belong to a woman who had feelings of her own. He stared down at me, his lower lip slack, his upper lip slightly curled, a wrinkle across his nose, his eyes narrowed. He looked brutish and cruel, and like there was only one need and desire on his mind—to finish what he’d started.
Tell him no. Tell him you want to go home.
“You can say it,” he grunted, as though he’d read my mind. “Say you want this to stop, and it will. You can go home to daddy any time you like.”
But I couldn’t. Instead, I wrapped my hand around the base of him and took back some of the control. He eased up just enough to allow me to pause at the head, swirling my tongue around it and then deliberately licking his slit. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I closed my lips back around him and sank down deep. His cock hit the back of my throat again, and I sucked air in through my nose, fighting not to gag. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes.
“Keep going, sweetheart. You’re getting it.”
His encouragement spurred me on, and I used my hand on his base to move up and down in timing with my mouth. With my other hand, I cupped balls that had drawn hard and tight into his body and rolled them with a gentleness he had not shown my nipples.
His fingers tightened in my hair, and his hips thrust forward, meeting my movements. He seemed to grow even bigger, swelling. He was a ball of unreleased tension, but he was almost there. The dark, angry expression never left his face, his jaw rigid, and teeth gritted.
“Ah, fuck, yes.”
He released his breath and at the same time, hot fluid spurted into my mouth. It caught me by surprise, both the speed and the volume of it, and I tried to pull away, but Tam wouldn’t let me. I had to swallow fast to keep up, and I sucked on him even as he grew soft between my lips.
