Page 314 of Phobia
His words no longer have an effect. The heat is gone, and I shiver in his hold.
Dom tilts his hips, his dick dragging against me until it rests at my core. Feeling how dry I am, he pushes two fingers into my mouth, then pulls them out. Moving down my body, his hands join his dick, and he pushes his wet fingers inside.
“I’m scared!” I jolt, but he doesn’t stop.
“I know.” His face lowers to mine, and his mouth starts exploring my lips. “Get out of your head, or I’ll force you out.”
Pulling in a deep breath, I try to calm down, relax and enjoy the feeling of his thrusting fingers.It’s just his fingers.
“That’s it,” he praises, “you’re getting wet for me again.” His head moves to my breasts, and he takes my right nipple into his mouth, clamping down with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue.
I force myself to focus on what I can feel—the burn of the bite, the cool air that follows for a split second before his tongue works its magic. I get in the zone, the repetition keeping me grounded so much so I don’t realise his fingers are sliding out.
“Oh, god!” I freeze. He’s in me. He’s pushed his bare cock all the way in and is pinning me in place. Tensing, I try to squeeze him out, but it’s impossible. He’s stronger than me, and his pained expression and pulsing dick tell me he likes the feel of my clenching pussy.
“What do you feel?” He’s already struggling for breath.
“Sc-”
“No!” Dom pulls out and slams into me hard, forcing the air from my body. “I don’t give a fuck about what’s going on in your head.” He starts to move his hips, rotating them slowly, eyes focused on me. “What do you feel?”
I’m freaking out!
I want to scream it, but that’s not what he wants to hear.
“Agh!” Dom slams into me again, causing my breaths to come short and sharp. “I… I feel you in me.”
“Not enough. Describe everything yourbodycan feel.”
“Dom… Fuck!” He slams into me again, harder than before, his hips pumping faster. Faster means he’ll come quicker. Shit… no… I need to try. I’ve got nine days of this; I need to fucking try.
“You’re stretching me… you’re so big,” I gasp. The confession sinking in, chipping away at my walls.
“Grip me with this tight cunt and tell me exactly how my big cock feels.”
Focus.
Closing my eyes, I try to tune out my mind, letting the sensations in—another awakening, another jolt of pleasure. “Warmer… it feels warmer than with a condom.”
“Better.” His eyes close, and he picks up the pace.
My fear beats at the door I’m trying to close in my brain, but then Dom pushes down on my pelvis, and I moan in appreciation.
“You like that?”
“Mmmm…”
“Tell me what you feel.”
Like I’m about to explode.“You’re hitting my g-spot every time you move. I think…”
“Tell me.”
Is this really happening?“I think I’m going to come.”
“Are you going to come on my big bare cock, Naomi?”
“Oh…” Dom’s thumb rubs circles against my clit, his large hands maintaining the pressure on my pelvis. My entire body burns up, every muscle tensing as the orgasm races through me. “Yes, Dom,” I cry, my hips thrusting in rhythm with his.
