Page 30 of Pragma
His eyes are now gleaming with a predatory hunger I’ve never seen before.
“Don’t let them hear.” He glances at the door.
“Like they’d dare come in,” I’m barely able to say, as he keeps working my hole. Doing it with a dildo felt pleasant, more a means to an end. River’s insistent, long, warm fingers are on a whole different level.
“I don’t want them to hear you!” he barks.
Why is that sexy? I can’t help feeling these damn flutters inside my chest.
“Cover my mouth, then,” I let the order slip out. Fuck it! I’m not a submissive person, and he knows it. It’s a miracle that I let him be this bossy—and liked it. I feel him tense behind me before his palm presses against my lips. I instantly part them to lick it. I love the taste of him.
“Is this what you wanted? To be fingerfucked in a public place?” he suddenly asks me; his voice feels red-hot on my temple.
I’m impaling my hole on his fingers, thrusting my hips fast and hard, what does he think?
“Ahhh. So good,” I slur against his hand.
“Imagine my dick.” His tempting words fill me with explosive lust. I feel it then, hardening again against my back. Fuuuck, how much I want to feel those multiple beads inside me.
“Yes. Yes.” My cry is muffled by his palm. My chest is burning as if someone lit a fire in it.
“God, you’re such a slut for it, Aki. Better than I…”
Better than what?
He shifts behind me until I feel his dick sliding inside the boxer briefs, under my balls, and coming out of the lace between my legs. “Close your thighs.”
As soon as I do, he starts pumping his shaft between them while continuing with the finger fucking. The sensation of having him use me to get off, stroking himself half-inside my briefs is mind blowing. Where did he learn this? Has he done it before? With another man? A ball of possessiveness and jealousy rises inside my chest. I’m going to bite him so hard when we are done until he tells me dates, names, and addresses of every fucker he’s hooked up with.
His cock glides back and forth, rubbing my balls, making my dick throb and ache as the lace shifts with the movements, brushing against the sensitive skin, making my eyes cross.
The reflection of us in the mirror is almost orgasm-inducing. The vulgar sight of his wet cockhead punching its way out of my boxer briefs and between my thighs, those beads appearing and disappearing as my brain registers the feel of them against my skin, make me shiver. My dick jolting, looking all angry red, ready to weep. River keeps thrusting, letting out sexy groans near my ear. His hand is again around my neck, holding my face still.
“The lace feels so good. Fuck, but your skin is way softer. Tighten those legs and let me fuck them good.” More dirty words. I bite and suck on his palm as I do what he wants.
I feel like a helpless doll, my body is listening only to him. I fucking love it, him driving me over the edge with that intense, lusty expression on his face. What kind of kink could spawn from this? I’m eager to find out.
His fingers are hitting my prostate over and over, but I need more. My hips are frantically moving, chasing the invisible bliss hanging in front of me. So close. I lift my arms and grab his hair with both hands, pulling his head impossibly closer to mine.
“I need to touch my cock.” I move my eyes to his in the mirror, even though my sight has turned a little blurry. “Please, sir,” I moan the words shamelessly, knowing they will get me what I crave.
The hand on my mouth forces my head to the side and slides down my chest, pinching one nipple. Fuck! And as his lips start devouring me, his fingers wrap around my dick, making me jolt with anticipation.
I’m being attacked from all fronts—mouth, ass, cock, balls—and the ecstasy I’m feeling is indescribable. Every point of contact between us feels like it’s burning me. His hands branding me.
He suddenly hooks his fingers inside me just as his palm twists around the tip of my dick and his length stokes against my boiling balls. I let go of his tongue to give life to a long, loud moan which he promptly muffles with his mouth once again. My sight turns white as an ecstasy I’ve never thought could exist overwhelms me. My body arches as I feel blazing cum shooting out of me, my inner muscles clenching around his fingers. His sudden growl makes my lips vibrate, and I feel wetness hitting my balls and my ass. His warm cum keeps spurting on my skin, in my boxer briefs.
I can’t see him, but just imagining it forces more jizz out of me. The bliss is slowly subsiding, but River created a beast inside me. And it will soon be hungry for more.
I feel his fingers slowly sliding out of me. Fuck, I don’t like the sensation. It stings, and the emptiness is…strange. Like my body is already used to being filled by him.
A couple of minutes go by before he calls my name. “Aki.” His tone is heavy. I don’t like to hear it.
So I exclaim, “You ruined my lace boxer briefs!”
“I’ll buy you ten more,” River grumbles back. His forehead is pressing against my shoulder. He’s hiding his face from me.
“Then feel free to ruin all of them,” I tell him cheekily. Should I also tell him I bought them from his brother’s website?
