“Don’t,” I said.
He laughed and pressed his fingers back inside me, moving deep in and out. I groaned, spreading my legs wider, and leaned back on my hands. He kissed my neck, fucking my pussy, rolling his fingers out along my clit and back inside me.
“This body was built for sex,” he whispered. “Every inch of you was made to take this cock.”
I was losing myself in the blissful intensity as he pushed me to the edge. He kept working my pussy with his fingers, whispering in my ear.
“Your tight pussy is begging to get fucked; you know that? You want to get filled up by some dangerous cock. I know you want this big, bad dick.”
“Just don’t stop,” I said.
“I can’t stop. Once I get a taste of this cunt, I can’t ever stop.”
He suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled it off me, tossing it aside. My hair spilled down around my shoulders as he kissed my chest, teased my nipples, and found my clit again with his fingers.
“God, this fucking body,” he said. “I want to see you sweat. I want to watch you come.”
He pushed me back, moving my hands out from behind me. He moved on top of me, pinning me down, and kissed my neck.
“Are you worried?” he asked.
“About what?”
“That once you get a taste of what I can do to you, maybe you’ll never be able to give it up.”
I gasped as his fingers pressed inside me, my back arching.
Yes, I wanted to say yes. I was afraid. I was afraid that I already knew I couldn’t stop myself around him, even when I needed to control it.
But I couldn’t say that. Instead, I just moaned his name as his lips moved down my body, toward my stomach.
“You’re terrified that I can make you come as easy as breathing,” he said. “And truth is, I can. I know how to work your body, Janine, and you’ll never forget it.”
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him. I gasped as he spread my legs and then pressed his mouth against my soaking, dripping pussy and began to suck my clit.
“Clutch,” I moaned. “Oh my god.”
He sucked and licked my clit like an animal, eating me ferociously. My whole body went stiff, and I sat back up on my hands, watching his rugged, handsome face licking my clit.
His other hand reached up toward my pussy, and he pressed a finger deep inside me, making me gasp with pleasure. He pushed it deeper and kept licking my clit, working me, sucking and eating me. He began to fuck my pussy while he licked my clit, his hands and mouth so practiced, so strong.
I stared at him, shocked at the pleasure moving through me. I wanted him, wanted him so fucking badly. His mouth was incredible as he worked me, eating my clit and sucking me while his fingers fucked me.
I reached down and pulled his hair, moving his mouth back.
“Stop,” I gasped. “Stop. I’m going to come.”
“Good,” he growled. “That’s what I fucking want.”
He grabbed my hands and pinned them down at my sides as he pressed his mouth between my legs. He held me there, his mouth on my clit, hands holding me tight.
I couldn’t fight him, couldn’t move him even if I wanted to. I wanted to feel his cock, but I couldn’t stop this. He was determined to make me come, and if that was what he wanted, that was what he was going to get.
His tongue roamed my pussy, pushing deep inside me and then back up to my clit, working me, sucking and licking. I moaned and he held me there, his hands like two iron grips, keeping me from struggling away. I opened my legs wide for him as he ate me, working his tongue along me, sucking and licking, and pleasure rocketed through my body.
I began to work my hips in time to his mouth, rolling my hips against his face, his handsome face. He responded by eating me faster, his practiced mouth and tongue working my pussy, his hands holding mine down at my sides.
“Clutch,” I said, over and over. “Oh my god, Clutch. That feels so good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t.”
I could feel it coming closer and closer, heavy and strong. He held me there and worked me, and I was totally powerless to what he wanted. My soaking pussy was his to control, and he worked me with his mouth.
I felt the orgasm tip and then push through me, rolling along me. I came hard on his mouth, and he held me there, never letting up. Even when I thought the orgasm was over, he kept working me, kept pushing me, and I felt myself come harder and deeper than I ever had before.
Finally, slowly, he began to finish, the orgasm passing through me. His hands released mine, and he pulled back from my dripping pussy, grinning at me.
I couldn’t help but smile back. Bliss was running through my mind.
“You’re delicious,” he said. “Fucking delicious.”
“Holy shit, Clutch,” I panted at him. “That was amazing.”
“Damn right it was, girl,” he said. “And just the start.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m not sure I can handle more.”