Page 11 of Tonight's the Night
“I want you to be my first,” I whisper. This makes his cock twitch against my belly and a sinister laugh break through his chest. “Please, Mr. Stevens. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help myselfanymore.”
“Before I fuck you,” he says, tipping my chin up so I’m peering into his deep, possessive eyes, “I want my dick up your pussy and I want you to squirm and squeal and beg me in that sweet little voice ofyours.”
My whole body lights up like a Christmas tree, every nerve ending glowing and bursting withheat.
“I want you to cry because you want me to fuck you so bad. I want to kiss away your tears and play around with your clit and only fuck you after you’ve had three orgasms with my cock shoved up in that sweet little innocent cunt with your ears between your knees. And then I would hold you still and make you take it until your throat was raw from screaming. And when I take your cherry, I amkeeping it. You’remine.”
He gives me a sexy, dirtysmile.
My heart is hammering a million thumps a minute as his thick hand slides down my thigh and then comes up under the layers of my skirt. I cannot believe this is happening and Itrulycannot believe that his feelings for me travel as deep as mine do for him. I want to cry. I want to scream and run around in a circle like a dog chasing her tail, giddy in the knowledge that what I want is right there and just waiting for me to grab it, teasing me with its distance and torturing me with its proximity. I already knew that he cared about me. I thought he loved me, in a way. Now I know he wants more. I can tell that what he described is only the tip of theiceberg.
When his fingers connect with the thin, delicate untouched skin of my inner thigh, he growls because he can feel how wet I am. My panties are soaked and my inner thighs are sticky. My nipples peak and twist into tight, erect buds as his fingers find the edge of mypanties.
“Jesus, you’re wet,” he growls. Pleasure shoots through me at the introduction of the lightest touch through my black silk panties. They’re matted to my slit and I feel so exposed knowing that he can feel every valley and crevice of my pussy. Heat gathers where his finger touches me, but the fabric doesn’t dampen the effect. It heightens it, making friction gather at his fingertip. I hold back an orgasm, gasping for breath and forcing myself to notscream.
“You’re going to make me come if you’re not careful, Mr. Stevens,” I whine, my voice only muffled by his lips. I feel his lips curl into a grin and he kisses me, past my neck and the modest swell of my breast, making my eyelids flutter closed. My eyelids shoot open when his hand clamps over mymouth.
“Don’t make a sound,” he rasps against my ear. He slides his finger up and down my slit, capturing my clit behind the wet fabric. His machinations are soft, light, quick, designed purely to torture me and make my clitoris burn. The pleasure edges against the line of pain until my eyes are erupting with tears and I’m choking against the clamp over my mouth. I can only suck in shallow breaths through my nose and when I think I can’t take anymore, he wiggles his finger around the edge of mypanties.
I don’t know what’s happening. The pleasure is suddenly brand-new, the friction of the material now replaced with the sliding of his finger against my buzzing, exposed clit. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest and he’s telling me I’m a good girl for taking what I’ve been asking for, and when I’m the precipice of something great, he slides two fingers up into me, barely breaching my tight virginhole.
“Oh God!” I gasp as he takes his hand from my mouth and crushes his lips to mine. He kisses me ravenously. Deep waves travel the valleys and peaks of my belly as he brings his fingers out of me and then puts my panties back into place. His fingers sink into my hips but now I am a hot mess of tears andsweat.
“Go to my office,” he rasps against my ear. “Take the back entrance into the house. Sit on the sofa and wait for me. I will be theresoon.”
I nod and he gives me one long, finalkiss.
