“You’d hurt me?” I ask. I hate the fear in my voice. I know more about hurt than most people. The fact that Torch might be a man who would hurt another person twists inside of me.
He spanks me, harder this time, and then again. “I’d only stretch your limits and the things I do to you will always end in pleasure. But if you ask me such a horrible question again, sweet Holly, I’ll torture your body until you’re begging constantly to come, and I won’t let you. I won’t let your body have a release for hours and hours,” he says, delivering another blow.
“Hunter!” I cry out, and he does it again… and again. Each time, I know he’s taking care with me. His hand connects and then soothes the skin, and he spaces each spanking out. I register that, and it does something to the inside of me. At the same time, it hurts and the pain makes my body quake. He reaches around me. I see a quick blur of white and the next thing I know he’s lifting my ass up and pushing a pillow under my stomach. He angles my body by using the pillows from the bed and his hands. He gets me exactly where he wants me: head down and ass up in the air. Then, he pulls my legs apart and puts himself between them. I know because the rough material of his jeans brushes against my thighs. His hand moves over my ass, the skin cool and feeling good against my heated body. I moan when his lips touch the same places. His tongue follows the path and I grow louder in my appreciation.
“You like that, sweetness?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I can’t even deny it—not that it would help. I know he can tell by the way my body thrusts towards him, wanting more attention. When his tongue glides over my ass cheek to slide in the valley between, my body stiffens. “Hunter…”
“Shh,” he whispers, his hands pulling on my cheeks and widening the gap, and I know why because I feel his hot breath and his tongue slipping further towards the small round entrance to my ass. My body trembles. This is uncharted territory for me and I’m not sure what to expect. When his tongue darts around the opening and then plays just on the side, I instinctively tighten my muscles there to ward off his entrance. Surely he doesn’t mean to… I mean not… there. Then, when I feel his mouth attack me, I forget to question anything. He pulls my ass into him as he uses his lips and his tongue to torture my hole. Pushing his tongue inside a little deeper and licking all around the rim of the opening, he drags his teeth over the area and bites the flesh when he can. So much is hitting me at once. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and I’m pretty sure I never will again.
I don’t think I was prepared for Torch.
I hear myself, but I can’t stop it. It’s a one night stand for Christ’s sake. Still, I find myself fantasizing about keeping her longer. About fucking her longer. About teaching her how to please me… longer. It’s all in my head and it’s fucking with me. None of it is her fault, but motherfucker, I’m going to take my frustrations out on her body.
I work my tongue around the ring of her ass, coating it. I want to fuck her ass, but I can tell from her reaction that’s she’s never had a cock there before. My dick is wide and there’s no way I can fuck a virgin ass without preparing it. If I had more time…
I growl and bite into the check of her ass while pushing my fingers further down, finding her *. God, she’s so wet, it feels like she already came. I let my fingers play in her cream, petting her poor swollen clit. The fucker is pulsating it needs to come so bad. Next go around, I’m going to torture it with my mouth. Jesus, I bet I could almost drown from her orgasm when I’m eating out this juicy cunt.
I bring my fingers back to her ass, pulling my face away so I can watch as I paint that perfect little hole with the sweet liquid from her *. Fucking beautiful, and only more so when I take my index finger and thrust it into the small hole. The opening stretches, making way for it and tightening at the same time.
“Oh, God… What are you doing?” she moans.
“You like that, baby? Does it feel good? Do you like having my fingers ass-fucking you?”
I move my finger around on the inside of her as she slowly takes it in past my knuckle. Jesus, fuck. It’s so damned tight and it’s just my finger in there. Pre-cum pours off the head of my cock, begging me to let it inside her. How I wish I could.
“I have a *!” she growls. I grin because she’s testing me yet again. If I had more time, I would spend the whole night with her body on the brink of orgasm and never giving it to her.
More time…
Just thinking that pisses me off yet-the-fuck-again, so I thrust another finger inside her ass without warning.