Page 152 of The Goat in the Bedroom
I lay back and let my sweet girl take care of me. I trusted her completely and that filled my heart almost as much as the love.
She stroked my cock with one lubed hand, working her way lower with the other, till she was circling my hole. She paused momentarily to add more lube before pressing one finger in.
I let out a small moan at the invasion, but this wasn’t an entirely new sensation. I had definitely fingered myself before, but it felt so much better when it was Artie doing it.
“Aw, fuck, Artie. More, please,” I begged.
She slipped in another finger and stroked upward, and lightning shot through me. “Oh my god, baby, please.”
“Mmm... you like that?” she smiled devilishly.
“Fuck yes,” I whimpered, my head tossed back and my hips canting to chase the sensation. She hummed a sound that showed me how much she was enjoying this too while she rubbed circles deep inside me, sending electricity firing all over my body.
I could fucking feel my dick already leaking precum onto my stomach, twitching madly even though it had hardly been touched. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come and this is going to be over before it starts. Baby, please I need you in me. I need you to fuck me.”
Artie gently slipped out her fingers and lubed her pretty pink cock before pressing it against my back entrance. “My favorite part of this toy, besides how unbelievably hot you look about to be impaled on it, is that my clit grinds against this pad so we can both play with our favorite spots. Oh, and this.”
She hit a button on the side of the toy. Low vibrations rumbled through my taint, increasing and changing pattern tillshe found the one she liked. Her eyes flutter closed in pleasure. “Mmm, that’s the one.”
Slowly she pressed inside of me, the faintest burning passing quickly into pleasure with each gentle back and forth of her hips.
Then she pushed slowly forward until she was seated fully inside me, her hips pressed against mine.
“God, you're filling me so fucking good, babe.”
“Do you like it?” she asked, and there was still some hesitancy in her voice.
“More than I expected,” I replied soothingly. I grabbed her face and pulled her down for a hard kiss. “Now fuck me, sweetheart. Take me apart.”
She thrust deep into me, her powerful, beautiful thighs flexing again and again, tagging my p-spot coming and going. There is nothing I could do but go for the ride.
I clung desperately to the sheets with one hand and reached for my cock with the other, desperate to do anything to ease the overwhelming sensations inside of me. The friction and the vibrations pulled me under to a place where I was nothing more than electricity and feelings.
“No,” Artie says, smacking my hand away. “You’ll come on my cock or not at all.”
My eyes shot open and I stared up at her, my goddess.
“I don’t know if I can.” My voice was barely a whimper.
“You can and you will.” Her face was set in that determined face I'd only seen on the field.
She continued to move in me, making sure she was grinding on me in all the right ways until I was a whimpering mess, leaking everywhere. It was only when her own moans began to match mine and she called out, “Now, Gryff, come with me now,” that I let myself go.
The orgasm ripped through me, and my cum shot out hard, spurting onto me and Artie.
She collapsed on top of me, both of us sticky and satisfied.
“Whoa,” I said, unable to form any high level of thought or words.
“Definitely whoa,” Artie answered, draped across my chest.
Once we both returned to earth, she kissed me long and languidly. “Come on, lover boy. Let me get you cleaned up and tucked into bed where I get to be the big spoon tonight.”
I let her. She took care of me, like no one else in the world, in the universe. She was the only one I'd ever be this vulnerable with. We'd take care of each other, protect the other as best we could, and love, so incredibly deeply, for the rest of our lives.
EPILOGUE: THE GOAT
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