Page 57 of Web of Lies
She nods.
I grab her wrist and pull her hand to my hard on and close my eyes when she wraps her slender fingers around it. She squeezes and gives me the smallest, little stroke, and I groan before pulling her hand away and pressing it to the couch beside her. “I'll give you all the time in the world to jerk me off if you want to, Larken. But right now, I want to fuck you, need to fuck you. If that’s what you want too. Are you ready for me to fuck you Larken?”
She nods again, smiling. “Yes. I'm ready.”
I barely let her get the words out before I push the blunt head of my cock inside her, reminding myself to be careful. Going fast, being rough, those things won't help her. She might like that another time, but if this is the first time she's been fucked in a long while, she doesn't need me wildly shoving my dick in her, regardless of the fact that it's all I want to do. I can give her careful. I can take this slow and make it what she needs.
If she starts begging me to fuck her hard, though? We'll see how strong my resolve is then.
I use small, shallow thrusts to work my length into her. I'm not holding her down. I'm leaning over her, catching every sound she makes as I kiss her. Her hands are roaming across my back and down my sides, over my hips and even my ass. She's touching me every bit as much as I'm touching her. When I nuzzle into her neck to nip and suck down to her shoulder, she turns her head to give me better access and moans.
“More, Shaun. I can take more. Please.”
Oh god. She's going to do it. I know it. She's going to start begging me to fuck her harder. She's going to want it as hard and as fast as I can. That's what I get for assuming what she needs. I'll fuck her as hard as she needs me to as long as she isn't hurting.
I tilt my hips, pushing a little deeper inside. She moves against me, groaning and taking more. “Please, Shaun.”
“I don't want to hurt you,” I tell her, drawing a nipple into my mouth.
Her fingertips turn into nails that scratch across my skin. “I need everything. Right now. Please don't make me beg you for it.”
I roll my eyes up to meet hers as I roll my hips and release her nipple with a softpop. I want to watch her face when I thrust all the way inside. Raising up onto my knees, I slide my hands up her thighs and grip them firmly, my fingertips making indents into her soft flesh. Then I slowly and deliberately push the rest of me inside her, not stopping until I'm buried.
“Oh god,” she pants. “Oh god, Shaun.” Her eyes are closed now and her mouth is hanging open.
I pull back and snap my hips, watching her breasts bounce with my deep thrust.
“Yes!” she cries.
I do it again. And again. Until her whole body is rocking back and forth with my thrusts and her nails are digging into my hips. There is a dull slap every time my hips meet her ass and she cries out every single time. I hope Wyatt walks in right now. He might lose his shit, but I bet he'd still come over and sit next to her to talk her through cumming all over me.
The thought of him watching her cum while I fuck her makes my balls draw up and I grind my hips on the next thrust. I need her with me. I lick my thumb and spread my fingers across her lower stomach, above her pubic bone, then I press my thumb against her clit. She sucks in a breath as I start circling it in time with my strokes. Her body clenches and she clutches me, lifting her hips to meet mine.
“You gonna cum for me again?” I ask, pushing deep and stilling for a few beats.
She nods, her eyes wide. “Don't stop.”
I fuck her, still not too fast, still steady, firm thrusts until her back arches and her eyes roll back as she moans long and loud. I stay inside her, giving her shallow movements and keeping gentle pressure with my thumb until her eyes open again, blinking up at me as she smiles.
“Good job, baby,” I tell her. “You going to give me one more?”
Her eyes widen and I laugh at her scandalized expression. “I ... I don't think I can.”
“We'll see.” I grin down at her and pick up my pace. I don't know if she's able to get off again so quickly, but I'm about to try regardless. If she wants me to make her cum again today, I've got all kinds of tricks to get the job done without involving my dick. I've been thinking about fucking her and what she'd feel like since I helped her in the shower. I'm surprised I didn't get off when she did just now.
She lets out sharp little gasps and cries every time I bottom out inside her. I watch the way she trembles and shakes with every movement and soon I feel the tingling ache that precedes my release. “I'm going to cum,” I warn as my hips start to stutter.
“Wait!” she calls.
It almost hurts but I slow down.
“On me,” she says quietly and then covers her flaming face with her hands.
It takes a few long seconds to process what she means, but when I realize what she wants, a wicked grin spreads across my face. “Ooohhh, you're anaughtygirl.”
I pull out of her abruptly and start jerking my cock, leaning forward to lean against her spread thighs and soaked and tender pussy to grasp one of her breasts. My fist moves over my length in quick, firm strokes and I grunt as my balls tighten viciously when the first ropes of cum land on her soft lower abdomen.
I glance up to see her reaction to it, but she's not looking at me. She's looking at the pearly streaks on her stomach and biting that lip again.
