Page 16 of Don't Run
Then he shoves me forward, away from him and toward a tombstone I can barely see through the fog of my tears.
“Bend over, pet. Grab your ankles.”
Without another second wasted, I do what I’m told and it feels so good to obey. Like I was made to take orders from him and love it.
Bent over, a shudder sweeps through me when my soaked thong is yanked to the side. All I get is his thumb at first, teasing me with strokes against my swollen lips.
“I owe you seven orgasms,” he says, slipping a finger past my folds.
My whimper is all that surrounds us. And he does it again and again and again.
“Let’s see how many times I can make this pussy cream for me before I deep stroke you with this dick.”
My heart skips a beat in my chest but the pulse between my legs thrums with renewed intensity.
Yes.
Finally. I’m getting what I want. What I deserve.
Two fingers deep, he praises me for how well I’m taking it and my pussy responds by gripping him tight. It takes effort for him to pull his fingers out of me and a stinging smack lights up my skin in the aftermath.
It doesn’t hurt, it only intensifies the pleasure coursing through me and I want more.
“What the fuck you got between your legs?”
My grip on my ankles and reality is slipping by the time he starts stroking me again, his knuckles grazing my clit from the back with every thrust of his hand.
I can’t help the needy little wine of my hips or the way I start pushing back on him.
“I asked you a question, pet.” He sounds far away and I don’t know if it’s because of my position or the rush of blood in my ears. “Why the fuck your pussy feel this good around my fingers?”
“Because I need you,” I cry, shameless and proud when another smack lands on my ass. “Fuck!”
His fingers speed up and it’s all I can do to grab the tombstone a foot from me for leverage.
I’m so wet, my pussy gushes with every intrusion.
And then I’m coming, my legs shaking and my throat raw from the screams I let out.
Lifting my head, I focus on the manor in front of us, noting the amber glow filling each window. A thrill runs through me at the thought of someone watching us like this.
Pussy throbbing, I start throwing it back harder, riding his hand like it’s the only thing I’m good for. Right now, it is.
And I’m on the brink of coming again when his hard timbre cuts through the air.
“Count for me, pet.” He stops finger fucking me but keeps his fingers deep inside of me, stretching me and filling me. “Every time you come, I want you to tell me what number it is.”
“O-one,” I stammer.
“Six more to go.”
PLOTS AND BACKSHOTS PT. 2
Red.Yellow. Green.
Those are the only words I can keep in my head as my third orgasm rolls through me, making my knees buckle.
The last time he checked in with me, I sobbedgreenand came for him without his fingers anywhere near my pussy. All he did was spank me while whispering how much of a good slut I was, and that was the only thing I needed to unravel.
