Page 19 of Bray
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I felt my cheeks heat, and not from desire. “Why do you have to make me say it again?” I wailed.
He picked me up and carried me the few steps to my bed. He sat down and set me on his lap. He didn’t seem to care that his dick was out and hard between us or that my lower half was bare.
“I’m not disappointed in you,” he said. “I wish you’d have told me you were a virgin. I’d have done it differently.”
“I don’t think doing it differently is going to make you any smaller, Bray,” I replied meekly.
He chuckled. “No, but I could have prepared you better. Used my fingers and opened you up.”
I lifted my eyes to meet his. “Oh.”
“What’s this about you being broken?”
“You don’t fit. I mean, I knew it would probably hurt, but you didn’t even get inside.”
His eyes took on a dark gleam. “Oh, I’ll get inside. My new mission in life is to make you come all over my dick.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not like other women, I–”
He cupped my face in his hands and I had no choice but to meet his blue eyes. “No, you’re not likeother women. You’re more. You’re everything. You’re mine. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay. I’ll just get dressed and we can forget this ever happened.”
I tried to get up, but Bray’s hands gripped my waist and held me on his lap so he could kiss me. It was as if his mouth on mine was like a drug because quickly I succumbed to the feel of his firm lips. The tantalizing swirl of his tongue.
Eventually, when I was no longer tense, he pulled back. “We’re not done. We’re just gonna do it a little differently.” He grabbed the hem of my tank top and lifted it up. I raised my arms so he could get it off, just following along. My pussy throbbed from the discomfort of that huge dick being jammed in there. It cut my arousal down, but I was still needy. I still wanted more with Bray. Was it stupid of me to go along with him?
I blinked. “We… we’re not done?” I asked, as he shed me of my bra with deft fingers. I was too confused to stop him.
He shook his head and his eyes dropped to my mouth, then lower to my bare breasts. He groaned.
“Different, how?” I added, when he didn’t say more.
He easily lifted me and maneuvered me so I was still on his lap, but now straddling his hips, my knees resting on the bed on either side of him.
A hand slid down over my butt, then moved between us.
I gasped when his fingers slid over my pussy. I was still wet and sensitive.
I kept my eyes on his. “First, I’m going to use my fingers on you. Stretch your snug little pussy open. You’re going to come a few times–”
“A few times?” I squeaked, then moaned as one blunt finger slipped a tiny way into me. I’d only ever made myself come once with my vibrator, satisfied after the one-and-done. I’d never come with a man, nor had sex and Bray expected me to come more than once?
“–and then you’re going to fuck yourself on me.”
My head fell back when that one finger slid in further and moved in some delicious way. Slowly, he fucked me with it. Nothing more, just a slow in and out. Not going too deep, which at first I was thankful about but soon enough became a torture.
I rolled my hips a little to get him to go deeper, to do more.
All the while, he talked to me when he wasn’t sucking on my nipples, alternating between them.That’s it. Such a perfect little pussy. Just for me. It’s gonna be molded to my dick. You’ll take all of me. You just got wetter from the dirty talk or is it because I put my finger right… there?
On and on he praised me. Told me what he was going to do, what he liked about me. I had no idea how long he spent with one finger inside me, then two. By the time he got a third finger into me, I’d come twice and he was finger fucking me almost roughly.
Before I could come again, he pulled out with a loud squelch.
“No!” My eyes flew open and I reached down to grip his wrist. “Don’t you dare stop!”
