Accidental Pregnancy - Page 49

“Not yet,” Lyle hums.

He reaches out and circles my entrance with one long finger. I dip my head back and close my eyes. My legs are twitching now and my body is trembling. I press my hips downward, desperate to feel more, but Lyle just moves his finger back. I groan in frustration.

“Please,” I beg.

“Look at you, you’re completely wrecked,” Lyle says in a low voice. “How does it feel?”

“Amazing,” I gasp out, hoping that will prompt him to do something.

Lyle reaches out with his finger again. I’m just about to beg him again when the tip of it sinks into my body. My hips buck at the sensation and Lyle pauses, so I force my body to remain still as he slowly wriggles the entire digit into me.

It’s too thin, much thinner than what I actually want. But I can feel it crooking inside me, exploring the inside and caressing the muscles.

The Lyle begins to pump his finger in and out of me. Slowly at first, so we can both get used to it, and then faster, angling his hand different in a search. At some point, he’s slipped a second and a third finger in there, thrusting in and out and scissoring his fingers slightly.

Then he hits my g-spot. My entire body shudders as I cry out at the suddenness of the sensation, panting and so overwhelmed that I can’t speak.

“You look so good like this,” Lyle says. “Your body so eagerly sucks up my fingers, trying to take them as deep as they’ll go, and you’re clenching around them so tightly. I can only imagine what this will feel like around my cock.”

I groan at his words and fall backward, pushing his pencil holder out of the way. It clatters across the desk and falls to the floor, pens and pencils scattering everywhere. I briefly entertain a thought for the cleaners who will come this afternoon and likely believe that there was a fight. Then Lyle thrusts his fingers on my g-spot again and I decide that I really don’t care what they think.

“Fuck, so good, please, more, keep going,” I babble, writhing on the desk. My hands, slick from sweat, slip on the wood, making it difficult to find purchase.

“I think that’s enough,” Lyle says.

He pulls his fingers out. I feel a moment of relief, because surely that means he’s finally going to fuck me properly. But then he leans in and his tongue darts out to touch my entrance.

I can’t breathe. That felt… I don’t even know how to describe it. My body goes limp as his tongue, hot and moist, pokes at my entrance again, and then the tip slips inside. The tongue is a lot shorter the fingers, and Lyle only wriggles some of it inside, but I can barely move from the sensation. To add to the torture, Lyle begins wriggling his tongue around a little, sending electric sparks throughout my entire body.

I can hear sounds leaving my lips, but I’m not sure if they’re actual words, or whether I’ve started babbling meaninglessly at this point. I choke and writhe. It’s too much, far too much.

I’m tipping over the edge, my entire body tensing in preparation, when Lyle suddenly pulls away. A sob rips itself from my throat… I was so close! Through bleary eyes, I watch Lyle stand and move toward me, stepping between my legs and gently pushing my knees further apart. He leans in.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” he asks.

“Yes!” I cry.

I want it so badly that I can’t even put my desire into words anymore. Lyle has brought me to the brink of release and then pulled me back. I need to feel him in me.

Lyle lines himself up. I feel him breach my entrance, and my muscles latch onto him, unwilling to allow him to leave again. Lyle groans as he pushes in further, shaking at the feeling.

He’s moving too slowly, though. He has just teased me right to the edge. I have no more time for teasing.

“Faster!” I beg.

“Are you sure?” Lyle pants.

I look up at him.

“Fast and hard, please,” I breathe.

He grins and, in one swift movement, fully sheaths himself inside me. My entire body jolts and I cry out as black spots momentarily cross my vision. Lyle holds himself as still as possible, waiting for me to adjust, but the trembling of his body makes his cock shift with me, making electricity fly across my over-sensitive skin.

Finally, I’ve had enough. I don’t care if this is short or if I don’t last much longer.

“Move,” I hiss.

Lyle pulls outs and then thrusts back in. I clench around him, reminding him that I want it hard and fast; I want to feel every bit of him as he thrusts into my body.

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