Emmaline shivers to my touch, trembling with need. I can’t hold back on this girl anymore. I need to give her everything I have, if only for tonight. I can’t imagine ever touching another woman after her. If this was my last ever fuck, I wouldn’t be surprised. She’s all I think about, all I want. I only feel alive when her scent is in the air around me, filling every void in my being with her. She’s my light in the darkness, and what makes me feel like I’m not alone anymore.
And we’ve only got tonight.
I bring down both of my palms to her ass, one on each cheek. She yelps,
and I pause for a second to see if she’ll use a safe word. She doesn’t. I bring my hands down again and, to the same spot, and a little bit harder. Emmaline’s skin is getting hot to the touch, and there’s no hint of her telling me she wants me to stop.
“I’m going to keep going. Let go and give yourself to me. The intensity may be, will be, overwhelming,” I tell her. I stroke her hair on her back, and I lean to kiss the small of her back.
Then I slap my hands to her ass in that same reddening spot, again and again. She’s yelping now, and her pussy is so wet. I sink my teeth into one of her abused ass cheeks and I slide three fingers into her pussy. She’s achingly wet and I stretch her to accommodate my fingers fucking into her. Emmaline slides her ass back with me, fucking herself on my fingers and making it clear that she needs so much more.
I lick her ass cheek where I bit her, and then I rub my palm there. Then I drag my fingers over her clit and bring her right up to an orgasm, and instead of denying her, I can’t do that to her now. I give her everything I can, pumping her pussy and working her clit. When the orgasm finally hits her, I sink my teeth into the other ass cheek and deepen the sensations.
“Ethan, fuck, yes, god,” she cries out.
Yes, Emmaline, say my name. “Cum hard for me, don’t hold back,” I command her.
And she obeys beautifully. Her pussy is clamping around my fingers hard enough that they could break, and that’s what I want from her.
When she comes down from the high, I get down on the floor with her and I kiss her on the lips, soft. “Sit up for me. Undress me,” I tell her.
Breathlessly, she slides her body onto my lap and starts to unbutton my shirt. She’s such a sweet little kitten. Sitting on my lap. The way she obeys me. Emmaline is more than I could have ever hoped for, and I can’t believe that I’ll have to give her up after tonight.
With my shirt off, she moves herself off my lap and undoes my pants.
I stand and remove them, and she looks up at me from on her knees.
Fuck, her in that position, I want to bury my cock in her mouth, feel those soft lips touch me like that, her soft tongue sweep over it. But I can’t do that right now. I need to be in her pussy. I lift her up and carry her to my leather chair. I know the cool feel of the leather against her ass is going make her body tingle and then I’ll slide my cock into her, a position that is not too deep to start. She’s never taken a cock before, and I’m enormous, so I’ll need to work her up to it.
We’re on the accelerated schedule, but that means no blow job, not that I’m about to break her with my cock. Not like that, at least. I know she’ll be ruined for other cock once she’s had a taste of me. And that doesn’t make me feel smug right now. It makes me wish for more from us.
Emmaline
Ethan carries me to his chair and spreads my legs apart. The cool air on my wet pussy and the cool leather on my well-loved ass make me shiver but I keep my legs spread.
His cock is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and sure I’ve only seen cocks on the internet, but, like, I thought they would be the bigger ones. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen a sex toy that long and that wide. It is beautiful, like every inch of him. And there are a lot of gorgeous inches there.
“I don’t want to overwhelm you. I’ll take this slow as we can, because it shouldn’t hurt, even with my size,” Ethan says. The concern on his face wars with the need pulsing through him.
Ethan’s hands trail down my body. His hands slip lower, squeezing my ass and lifting me up, easily. Automatically, I pull my legs up, wrapping them around his waist and using the leverage to grind myself against his hard dick.
Ethan groans, nipping at me my lips as I grind against him. I sway my hips faster, whipping both of us deeper into the frenzy of lust.
“Fuck,” Ethan says.
“I want you so much,” I whimper.
“You have no idea how much I need you,” Ethan says. The truth ringing out in his voice reverberates through my body like the electric current sparking between us.
I wiggle myself on him, and instead of pushing me back into the chair, Ethan leans forward and holds me against his chest. I feel manhandled and worshiped all at once like some kind of revered fuck toy, and I love it. He slides me down on his cock, slowly sliding just the head of himself into me. I tremble, but I want this. I feel him stretching me and I gasp out.
“More, please, more, I can’t wait,” I beg. I don’t realize I am saying it until Ethan is already reacting. He pulls me down on him, his huge cock filling every inch of me and making me cry out. He eats my cries, kissing me hard and swallowing every sound with his own possessive growl over my mouth. The kiss is bruising, passionate, and intense. I feel him pour every ounce of himself into me and I return the same amount of need and longing into him.
“You’re mine,” Ethan whispers into my mouth. I can’t believe the words I’m hearing, and they’re so faint that I don’t know if he meant to say that when I broke the kiss, gasping for air. There’s something so utterly possessive about Ethan, and it speaks to everything in me. His mouth closes over mine again, and he grabs both of my hands.
Ethan brings us to the ground and he holds my hands over my head. He lifts up, squeezing my hands and stroking his cock back and then sliding into me again, thrusting deep and hard. The sensation of him filling me up, stroking within me and touching places no one and nothing has ever been makes my eyes roll back in their orbits.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. I need him so much and I’m aching for this. How can I be getting everything I need and then craving it so much, craving more? I’m weak, desperate for more, rolling my hips while I’m pinned beneath him. Ethan’s mouth releases mine, and he moans against my jawline before he starts to nibble down my neck. His tongue licks the sweat from my breasts and his mouth closes over one of my nipples. My back arches to meet him, to draw every bit of me that can be Ethan’s into him. I want his cock deep inside me. I want his mouth all over my breasts. I need him, skin against skin, soul against soul.