Page 26 of Kenan's Mate
His fingers are everywhere, some in my pussy and at least two still teasing my asshole, rubbing and causing my pucker to clench and unclench every few seconds. The more I try to control it, the more out of control all sensation below my waist feels. I can’t prevent the gathering moisture any more than I can stop my anus from wincing at his gentle touches.
My arms ache from holding position, but I don’t dare remove my hands from my head. His threat of a spanking or a belt whipping is fresh in my mind. Besides, if I’m a good girl, maybe he’ll bring me to pleasure. If I don’t come soon, I’ll be unable to keep from stroking myself—and I can only imagine his displeasure if I break position to rub my clit without permission.
He withdraws from my pussy and asshole, finally releasing my bottom cheeks. I shut my eyes briefly and focus on remaining upright, though my legs tremble harder with each shaky breath. He rises and I hear the familiar sound of clothes being stripped off. My pulse quickens and I pray he’s preparing to fuck me now. I need his cock buried deep inside me, and I need to feel either his balls or his lower stomach impacting upon my clit while he drives into me hard and fast.
Erotic images parade through my mind and I struggle for air. I’m as breathless as after sex and he hasn’t even filled me up yet, hasn’t even given me one deliciously hard thrust.
“Get on the bed, Laylah. On your hands and knees.” His deep rumble sets me ablaze with anticipation, and I scramble to follow his orders.
Once I’ve taken up the new position, he says, “Very nice. Now lean down more, on your forearms, and lift your bottom high. Present your little pink human pussy to me. That’s it. Very good girl.”
Despite myself, I melt under his praising tone.
The mattress dips as he joins me on the bed. “I’m going to pound you hard, Laylah, and you’re going to take it, every single deep, rapid thrust, and when I’ve finished fucking you and filling you with my seed, you will keep holding this position until I say otherwise.”
Chapter Twelve
The first thrust of his huge cock into my pussy steals my breath.
I lean down on my forearms and grip the covers, needing something to hold while he sets a quick tempo of deep strokes into my aching center. I moan at the sensation of his heavy balls hitting my pulsing clit. It only takes seconds for my orgasm to approach, but I try to abstain from coming right away because I’m not sure if he will approve. During our previous times together, he has ordered me to come when it pleases him.
Mercifully, he seems to sense my budding frustration, because he says, “You can come whenever you wish, Laylah, and as many times as you wish.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me, each rapid drive pushing me closer to the precipice of a sweet release.
Dark spots dot my vision and I shut my eyes, only for a burst of white to appear as a hard, almost violent, orgasm rips through me, leaving me gasping and spent of all energy. I struggle to remain in place while Kenan continues his fast thrusts.
“Such a good little girl you are, for taking all of my cock like this.”
Again, I melt under his praising tone. I like pleasing him, more than I ought to.
Still keeping one hand on my hip, he grasps my hair and tugs, forcing my back to arch further and allowing his plunges to deepen. A second orgasm builds, and I’m helpless to stop it from sweeping me under. If he hadn’t given me permission to come, I would have probably disobeyed him twice already.
I’m a captive to the pleasure he’s inflicting upon me, the forceful thrusts that send heated tingles through my weakened limbs. I’m drowning in ecstasy, but I can’t honestly say I want to be rescued. I’m content to remain underneath him, my bottom high in the air while he claims what will always be his for the taking.
His deep growls echo in the room, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh grows louder. He’s going to come soon; I can feel it. His cock is swelling larger inside me and his balls feel heavier with each slam against my clit.
A third release pummels through me, and I clutch the covers in desperation. Surely, I’m going to collapse at any moment. I rest my cheek against the sheets and summon the last of my strength to keep my knees in place and my bottom lifted high for Kenan’s rough mating.
Then he erupts inside me, half-groaning, half-growling, as his warm seed shoots into the depths of my core. His harsh breaths tickle the back of my neck.
“Remember that you are to remain here, like this, until you have permission to move, little human.”
“Yes, Kenan,” I say, barely a whisper.
He withdraws from my center, and seconds later the first trickles of his cum escaping my pussy hits my inner thighs. A wave of heat courses through my body. I peek beneath my arms to see he’s staring at my privates, at the very moment his seed is leaking from me. As high as my bottom is lifted, I know he has an unhindered view of my asshole too. The cool breeze drifts inside to caress that particular part of me, reminding me of the exposure and I once again feel the involuntary clenching and unclenching of that secret pucker.
“Three orgasms, Laylah. That’s quite impressive.”
I hide my flushing face in the covers. My knees wobble on the mattress and I wonder how long he’s going to force me to endure this torment. I’m aware of each trickle of his semen escaping my pussy.
He touches my leg and smears his seed across my flesh. Then he dips into my core and smooths a drop of his cum upward, directly on my quivering anus. His satisfied groan resounds in the room, and despite myself, I actually lean into his touch.
“I must confess, little human, I like seeing my cum gleaming atop this cute puckering hole of yours.”
Spasms of heat besiege my sore pussy. I can’t believe the effect his words and his touch have on me. He continues tormenting me for several minutes, gliding more of his semen over my asshole, but to my relief, he doesn’t push a finger inside.
“You pussy is dark pink, swollen, and glistening with a mixture of your arousal and my cum. I think I’ll aim to keep you looking this way always—well-fucked and dripping with my seed.”
A shuddering gasp leaves me.Oh my God. His crass words alone are going to propel me into a fourth orgasm. I try to shut my brain off, but it doesn’t work. He’s created an incessant throb in my core that only he can quench. I lift my hips against his hand and whimper, pleading for his help. I’m exhausted and want nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep in his arms, but how could I possibly drift off until my needs have been sated? I didn’t think having two, let alone three, orgasms during one lovemaking session was possible, yet here I am begging for him to grant me a fourth release.
