I looked at him through my half-lidded eyes as he nipped on the corner of my inner thigh. Touch me, my mind screamed.
“Show me, Blake—want me—punish me—I don’t care I—”
I stopped begging as he plunged his tongue inside me. Moaning as he flickered on the nub and inserted a finger inside me. My body was hot and it was humming beautifully from his orchestration. My eyes rolled to the back of my eye when he inserted another finger inside me. Pulling in and out of me, circling and hooking it to spot where it was critical for my orgasm.
My body quaked, I panted his name loudly.
“Not yet,” as he pulled his fingers out and traced those wet fingers on my lips and stuck it in my mouth and sucked it hard, stroking his fingers with my tongue like it was his cock. He moaned, “How you drive me crazy, woman.”
I pulled his belt and pants down followed with his boxers. I hungered for him— taste him. I want it all.
His erect, swollen enormous c**k sprung free and my hand gripped it boldly, greedily. I stroked him slowly and replaced my hand with tongue, twirling it up and down, wetting him slowly. I gazed at him as I swallowed it entirely in my mouth. Controlling my gag reflex as I took it all the way until it hit the back of my mouth. “Jesus!” he rasped through gritted teeth, fascinated.
Still holding eye contact, I stoked him with my tongue and lips with ardent speed. He grabbed my head, clutching my hair he pushing me down more—I did as he wished. Giving him all I’ve got—until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He pulled me up towards him and laid me gently on bed. “I want you—” he declared as I scratched his nipple with my nails. Growling, he went on his knees as he parted my legs. He massaged my nub and grabbed his c**k at the same time—stroking it, sliding it back and forth from my slick wet folds.
I’m dying from pleasure, begging him to take me while I massaged my boob and slightly pinched my nipple. The head of his c**k was teasing on my entrance. I spread my legs even wider, silently begging him to end my misery.
I moaned his name. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to regret it. I promised to wait—I want you to be sure,” he panted while his c**k teased on my opening. I groaned, this man is killing me.
“Blake—I want you—please—” heaving as he inserted his engorged head—gently inside of me. I stopped breathing. He was filling me slowly, but his size was much bigger than what I’m used to.
Nervous, I clenched my vagina muscles unintentionally. “Jesus baby—Fuck! Don’t do that—you’re impossibly tight. I might just explode—” his neck veins were showing, strained as he closed his eyes like he’s restraining himself, savoring his sweet agony.
“Bloody f**k—you feel—so beautiful,” inching himself a little bit deeper. He folded my legs and pinned them down with his hands. Thrusting his hips as his c**k went deeper inside. He was enormous and my insides were stretched to the tip, raw—with no room left. I flinched from the pain it caused. He halted as his c**k pulsed thickly inside me, “are you okay? I can stop of you want,” shaking my head urging him on.
He started to move again. I placed a finger on my clit and massaged it, making me wetter, making it easier for him to glide his c**k freely. I moaned as he picked up his thrusting speed—taking everything he could. He pounded and pummeled my pu**y hard “you like being f**ked by me, Sienna?”he questioned as he placed my legs on his shoulder. The arch of my hip made it easier for him to access me with thrusting speed. I moaned his name—urging him on to f**k me harder—as my orgasm shattered through my body. It came in waves and my convulsing body quivered as he pounded a few more times. He yelled my name through gritted teeth as his own orgasm rocked him, spilling his cum inside me, clenching and squeezing my muscles—milking him to the very last drop.
We both panted heavily, loving his weight on me. He pulled himself on his elbows and looked at me with a huge grin, “That was out of this world, my Sienna,” kissing me softly, “now I know what’s it like with you—I’m never letting you go—ever,” kissing me harder this time, full of promise.
Rolling to our sides, he gathered me towards him. “Sorry I came inside you…I couldn’t help it. Are you on a pill?” I nodded and smiled at him, “why?”
“So, I can have you anytime tonight—I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon—I wish I can stay here with you all weekend in bed,”
Nuzzling his neck as he hugged me closer, skimming my arm gently, he spoke. “What made you change your mind tonight? I thought you wanted to wait on sex?”
I stiffened from his question but he had the right to know. “I’ve always wanted you. From the moment I saw you, I was in trouble. I realized what was at stake—when you walked away from me—” I swallowed, “regrets can be damning to one’s soul—the ‘what if’ scenario to haunt me forever if I don’t give you a chance—to see where this is going to lead,” sitting up, fidgeting on the blanket that was held dearly to my chest, I went on. “I have issues—Blake with trust and being vulnerable. When dad died, everything I knew and loved was taken away from me. My home was sold, my friends, love and security…my dad’s sister took me in. They didn’t appreciate my interruption in their lives. Her husband and daughter both resented my presence in their home.”
My voice shook, but I had to keep going, “I was taunted, threatened, beaten up and tortured by all of them. If I was late waking up for school, they would douse me with a bucket of water during sleep. When I didn’t finish my meal—I was beaten with a shotgun cleaner. If I do something that infuriates them—they make me kneel for six to eight hours on a pebbled floor—sometimes more—only in my undergarments. I got my hair pulled, dragged, and slapped in whatever way you can imagine,” heaving a heavy sigh, “never once I fought back. I was helpless and I was at their mercy. I was seven it was either live with them or go to social services.”
“Didn’t any of your teachers know about this? Didn’t they notice your bruises?” his voice wavered as he spoke. “Not in the beginning, but this once incident—I had a lot of cuts on my legs from the shotgun metal cleaner they used—I was bruised badly and the cuts were deep so the blood gushed profusely—I only had bandaids to cover them—but it wasn’t big enough. The blood oozed of my legs and stained my socks—that’s when the teachers noticed. My aunt and uncle were called in school—but they negotiated with them I guess. They had power and money after all—none of the teachers or the principal ever bothered to mention it again.”