Page 37 of Big Boss
She grinds against my mouth viciously and shudders against me as the orgasm stretches out. But even this isn’t enough for me. I want to make her mine completely, so that she never has sex again without thinking about how much better it was when she was with me.
I pull my fingers out and make her watch while I lick her flavor from my hand, and when she’s gasping, murmuring about how filthy I am, I slide my other hand underneath her and stroke her rear entrance.
Her eyes get wide and she starts to stiffen up, but I know I can show her how good it’s going to be. “I’m getting you ready for me, baby. Because I’m going to fuck you every single way I know how tonight, and you’re going to love every moment of it.”
With that, I slide a finger into her ass and then slide two into her pussy again. She’s unbelievably tight, her body so hot and slippery that it’s driving me crazy that I’m not burying my cock inside her yet. But I want her pleasure—all of her pleasure—to come from me alone before I sink inside her.
I leave her filled with my fingers for a moment, relishing the expression on her face. Then I start to fuck her with my hands, timing the movements of my fingers so I’m alternating between filling her ass and filling her pussy.
Her breaths come faster but more shallowly, and I can feel the wetness of her pleasure running down and coating her asshole. She’s going to come, but not just yet. I want this to last as long as possible.
When she starts moving to thrust against my hands, I pull the fingers from her pussy and put them in her mouth. Her eyes go wide and then she licks and sucks on my hand while I continue to fuck her ass with one finger of my other hand.
“See how good you taste? Let me know how much you love the taste of that delicious pussy, baby.”
She moans around my hand, and I pull my fingers from her mouth and start fucking both of her holes at once, moving my hands simultaneously. Empty. Full. Empty. Full. With each stroke, she makes the most perfect grunt of satisfaction.
“That’s right. Take it. I’m going to fuck you just like this, filling you up completely with pleasure while you beg me to let you come.”
Her eyes open again, and her mouth opens on a gasp. “Please, yes. Please make me come.”
“Mmmmm. I love it when you beg.” I slide toward her pussy, watching my fingers slide in and out of her body. “Do it again.”
“Please,” she murmurs, hips rocking against the quickening pace of my two hands. “Oh, please.”
“I can’t hear you, baby.” I speed up the pace of my hands again, and she’s sweating and quivering, and I don’t even have my mouth on her yet. “You’re going to have to be so much louder than that if you want me to believe you want it.”
I make my movements slow and she whines, pressing her body against me to fuck my hands. “Please!” she cries out, her voice hoarse. “Please, Donovan. I need you to let me come.”
I resume the pace that had her ready to go over the edge, and she hums in satisfaction. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? My Erica.”
And with that, I lower my mouth to her clit and suck hard and fast until a flood of arousal soaks my bedding and she’s screaming my name.
This time I let her rest for a moment, at least in part so that I can enjoy the sight of the ordinarily fierce Miss Erica Ridley undone and spent in my bed.
She squirted. I’ve never been so proud of myself as taking her to a place she’d obviously never been before.
I wash my hands and come back to bed to find her staring at me with a look somewhere between suspicion and wonder.
“I didn’t know it was like this,” she says softly.
I preen. “Only with me.” I give her a ridiculously happy grin and then go back to kissing her, softly this time, but no less purposefully than before.
But his time, I trace her shape with my fingers instead of my tongue, my mouth kissing and kissing hers, until she finally rouses again and presses her body against mine.
She rubs her stiff nipples against my chest, her hips rising and falling in the same cadence she used when she was riding my thigh to her first orgasm. And I can’t take it anymore, but I have to confess.
“Erica,” I mutter against her mouth. “I want you.”
She’s breathing heavily again, her pupils blown wide with the pleasure I’ve given her. She leans into my kiss, our tongues tangling, her fervor leaving me breathless.
“I want you too. So badly. Please.” Her confession leaves me ravenous, and I lose whatever semblance of control I’ve been exhibiting thus far.
“That’s right. Now beg me to fill you up with this cock, and then when I’ve made you come often enough, I’m going to take my pleasure and come all over your perfect tits.”
And she does beg. Pleading and writhing and moaning on my bed while I find a condom, and then going suddenly still while I put it on. Her eyes are wide, fixated on my apadravya piercing. I’m willing to bet she’s never seen or experienced one of these, but I know she’s going to like it. I’ll make certain of it.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her roughly. “I want you squirming as you take my cock.”
