Page 17 of Don't Run
But his fingers are back, massaging my walls and coaxing pleasure out of me I don’t think I have to give.
“Three,” I whisper hoarsely, back arched. My throat has no more sounds to give and my thighs are so slick with my completion, I feel filthy.
Satisfied but filthy.
I’m already a limp mess in this graveyard and I still haven’t had his dick inside of me.
On my knees, I try to crawl away from him but he captures me with ease, pulling me back by my waist and pumping his thick fingers in a “come here” motion inside my warm heat.
He’s on his knees too, keeping me close while he drives me past my breaking point.
I can’t even think about the tear tracks staining my face without more tears falling.
What is this man doing to me and why am I letting him?
All the while he works me over and I can’t shake the feeling that he knows my body better than I do. Like he’s memorized every part of me in preparation for this moment, even though I know it’s impossible.
“This pussy needed my attention, huh, pet?” he asks, almost reverently. “That’s why you keep coming for me?”
“Y-yess,” I moan.
“I wish you could see yourself right now; you look so damn pathetic on your knees for me.” His fingers push deeper. “Such a perfect little slut letting me use you like this.”
“I c-can’t. I can’t come any more.” My voice breaks around the words and so does my will to run from him.
“Why my fingers so wet then?” He fucks into me harder. “You want this shit. Stop playing with me.”
Knees in the dirt and a thousand immoral thoughts running through my head, I push myself up and let my eyes roll back when I feel yet another wave of pleasure descending on me.
“Give me a color, pet.”
“Green.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs before I hear soft rustling behind me. One minute he’s pulling his fingers out of me and in the next, the head of his dick is nudging me. “You on birth control?”
“Yes,” I answer brokenly.
“You want this dick?”
“Yes.” I’m nodding as my mouth hangs open. Turned the fuck out in a graveyard and the last thing I feel is shame. “Please give it to me.”
“You gon come for me if I give it to you or you gon run from me?”
He shoves an inch inside me, stopping abruptly.
“Tell me you not gone run from me, slut.”
“I’m not,” I promise, winding my hips. “I’m gonna take it like a good girl.”
“Fuck.”
One word and one thrust. He slams home until his heavy balls smack my pussy and I can’t think. Can hardly breathe. It feels so good. So fucking good I’d start crying if I wasn’t already.
It’s been so long since a man stretched me like this, my cunt sucks him in like he’s always supposed to be inside of me.
This is what I needed. What I’ve been craving.
A dick so thick it shuts me the hell up and makes me grateful I get to exist on the same timeline as him. If only to experience this moment.
