Page 66 of The Taskmaster
“Isaidput your fingertips on either side of your pussy lips and pull them open for me. I want to see everything.”
I did as he said, my fingers pulling me open, baring myself to him.
“Do you want me to fuck myself with my fingers?” I asked, but he shook his head.
“Not yet. Give me a minute to enjoy this.”
He stroked himself as he stared at me, holding myself open for him, then in a gruff voice he said, “Show me how you get yourself off. I want to see your fingers circling your clit, rubbing it, and then show me how you use your fingers to fuck that tight little hole.” He paused and added, “I say, and you do, got it?”
I nodded and then focused on his face as I started to stroke my fingers along the wetness of my pussy, soaking my fingertips, and then circling my clit. The way his skin flushed and his breath hitched as I rubbed and stroked my clit made the flutters in my core build faster and stronger. I couldn’t help letting out low breaths of pleasure as I lay back a little, propped up by the pillows behind me as I rolled my fingers over my sensitive nub, my hips rocking as I coaxed the sparks and aches to build in their intensity.
“So fucking sexy,” he moaned, stroking his cock as he enjoyed the show I was putting on for him.
My fingers played in places I wanted him to be, to touch, to stroke, to lick, to fuck hard and fast and make me fucking scream.
I was close to orgasm, and I pushed a finger inside my pussy, stroking my walls as they started to throb and contract. I pressed the heel of my palm against my clit and rocked my hips againstmy hand, fucking myself as I started to moan louder. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, savouring the strength of my impending orgasm, willing the sensations to last forever.
I could hear him gasping too, and the sound of him stroking himself faster made me open my eyes. The minute I saw him standing at the edge of the bed, his rock-hard cock in his hand, as he looked at me with hooded eyes, made me lose control completely. My hips shot upwards as my orgasm hit, and a rush of warmth flooded my pussy as I cried out and came on my fingers, squeezing them as my walls contracted hard.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he came too, spurting white ropes of cum all over his hand and the end of my bed. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
I bit my lip, watching him milk his own orgasm as I pressed my hand against my pussy and clit, and savoured every last drop of mine.
My pussy was soaked, swollen and sensitive as hell, but when he dropped his head and stared at me under his lashes and asked, “Do you want to feel what’s it like to be fucked by a magic cross?” all I could do was nod, as my mind screamed,do it, fuck me as hard as you can.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling towards me like a predator. I gave a barely audible squeal as he grabbed my knees and pulled me down, so I lay flat on my back. Then he pushed my legs even further apart and leaned down. His face hovered between my legs, and I peered down at him as he made me wait.
“I know you’re going to taste fucking delicious,” he teased as his warm breath tickled my hot skin.
“Taste me then,” I begged, and he smirked.
“You didn’t say please.”
“Please,” I gasped, and before I’d even had chance to take my next breath, he pushed his mouth against my clit and startedto lick, stroking me in slow, painfully torturous curls with his tongue.
I threw my head back and moaned out loud. I had to. It felt too good.
Over and over, he licked, stroking my clit and sucking it into his mouth, making my walls clench and my pussy throb.
I panted each breath, struggling to breathe as he sucked me, his warm mouth coaxing sensations stronger than I’d ever felt before from my body. The sparks were more intense, the contractions building inside made my legs shake, and I gripped the bed linen in my fists as I rocked my hips against his face.
He moaned and gripped my thighs as he tasted and teased me. Then, when I was just about to come, he moved his mouth away from my clit, breathed a gentle blow onto my hot, throbbing skin, and then he speared his tongue and pushed it deep into my pussy.
The sensation of his mouth, his chin, his whole face pressed hard between my legs as his tongue licked and stroked my walls was all too much, and I cried out as my hips jerked, and my fists almost ripped into the fabric of the bed linen I was anchored to.
I came hard on his face, my walls clenching tightly as they went into spasm, contracting against the softness of his tongue. And he kept fucking me, licking, sucking every last drop of my orgasm as my body shook with pleasure.
My pussy was still throbbing as he pulled back, his face glistening with my cum as he knelt between my legs and took his cock in his hand.
“That was fucking delicious, but now I want to feel that tight pussy around my cock,” he moaned as he pushed his cock against my entrance.
Then, he slid it up towards my clit, massaging the piercings over it in a slow, circular motion. I circled my hips slowly too, loving the feel of the metal against my ridiculously sensitivenerves, knowing that if he kept this up, I would be coming again very soon.
“That’s it,” he said, his eyes on his cock, and where he was pleasuring me. “Ride my cock like the good girl I know you can be for me, Little Killer.” And I bit my lip, chasing the high he was creating all over again.
“I’m gonna come,” I said as the metal piercings stimulated my clit in the most sublime way. I couldn’t get enough.
I begged him to keep going. I never wanted him to stop. And then I started to pulse again, my pussy flooding with warmth as my walls crashed into another blissfully hard and intense orgasm.
