Page 31 of Little Paper Games
“I want your fingers inside of me,” she groaned, her thighs opening wider without a word from me.
“God yes,” I agreed, groaning as well. My fingers dipped inside of her; first one finger and then two sliding easily within her. “Tell me more.”
The way she clenched around me when I spoke had my cock acting jealous as fuck. I needed to be inside her. If at all possible.
“I need more,” she whined this time. Her eyes were closed, her back arched and her hips wiggling for more.
“Tell me, gorgeous,” I provoked. I wanted her words. I was desperate for them. My fingers crooked up and found her g-spot after a moment of searching. The way she groaned when I pressed against it was a heady fucking thing. It wasn’t any of those whimpering or soft moans.
It was primal. It was needy. It was perfection.
“Tell me,” I urged again, my lips finding her nipples, sucking them into my mouth one at a time and my teeth nibbling. My teeth added pressure until she gasped and groaned again.
“I need you inside me, Jude,” she pleaded. God, that was gorgeous.
“I am inside you,” I teased, wiggling my fingers against her g-spot again. Her frustrated little growl was adorable.
“No, inside me!” she pleaded again.
“I am inside you, though,” I reiterated, unable to keep the giant grin off my face.
“Motherfucking hell, Jude, fuck me!” she demanded, her eyes piercing into mine as I let go of her nipple with a softpop.
“Fucking gladly,” I groaned out, discarding my pants as fast as humanly possible and moving between her thighs. I swore as I fumbled with the condom. I lined myself up against her scorching heat. Her thighs lifted around my hips as the head of my cock slipped just inside of her wet pussy.
I gritted my teeth against the sinful sensation, needing to steel myself against cumming in two seconds flat like a teenager. She felt good. Too good.
“Please, Jude!” she begged. Jesus Christ, the begging. My ultimate weakness. A woman begging for me to fuck her.
That was heaven. But Kenna Clarke begging me to fuck her?! That was singularly the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life.
“Yes,” I groaned, sliding into her.
I moved slowly, making sure she felt no pain. She gasped as I stretched her but showed no signs of discomfort.
“More,” she begged on the hottest whimpering of a whine when my cock bottomed out inside of her.
“Gladly,” I growled before pulling back out and thrusting again. Her body arched harder, and I was addicted. Nothing else mattered but that arch, the tight heat of her pussy, and the sultry begging of her voice.
I thrust faster, harder, and she took every bit of it. Her thighs pulled me in, pulling me closer and deeper until her legs finally gave in and wrapped around me. I grabbed a hold under her knees and hitched her higher. On the next thrust, I could feel the head of my cock slide over her g-spot and, fuck me, if that didn’t disappoint. She arched hard, her whole upper body coming up off the bed and her hands grabbing for me.
“Christ, Kenna,” I groaned, an arm wrapping around her lower back and holding her to me. Her nails dug into the flesh of my arms, and I prayed she’d leave marks. I wanted marks from this.
From her. I wanted reminders of this for as long as I could have them. It was too good.
“Jude!” she cried out, her head tipping back as an unexpected orgasm took hold of her.
“Kenna! Jesus, fuck!” I cried, barely holding back my own orgasm as her pussy clenched around me, tight as a vice grip. Her wetness poured over my cock, and I felt my whole body vibrate with the sheer need to cum. She cried out beautifully, her orgasm ripping through her. As she came back down, I sped up again.
“Oh God! Oh God! Jude!” Beyond all imagination, she somehow wrapped tighter around me. I lifted her up until her hips were off the bed as I pushed into her harder, faster, gritting my teeth so hard I was surprised my teeth didn’t crack.
Her pussy trembled and pulsed around me. Another orgasm looming.
Just a little longer.
I shifted again, making sure to grind against her clit as I thrust harder.
“Just a little more, baby,” I goaded. “Give me just a little more.”
