Scorch (Virtues & Lies 2)

I can’t take this anymore. I need to fuck her. I need to hear her scream my name to the fucking heavens.

Spitting on my index finger, I fuck her pussy with slow thrusts. My cock begs for more. Faster. Rougher. Deeper. Instead I hold the shallow pulse, all the while pressing my finger between hers. Spreading them apart. Stretching her. Her loud raspy pants build to choppy groans, and when I press my finger inside with hers, the tight muscle squeezing so hard that I feel its chokehold on my bones, her other hand stretches above her, clutching at the bedding with the thrashing of her head.

“Oh God…Oh God…Oh God…”

Drinking in her enraptured whines like clamour, I pull her fingers out before adding another of mine. The faster and harder I fuck her arse with my fingers, the more she rocks back, fucking herself on my dick. Our breathing crescendos to a climax that might break through the walls.

“Oh shit!” Her words bite with the squeeze of her pussy and her arse. “You’re going to make me come!”

“That’s the idea.”

Grabbing her waist, I pull her up, twisting my fingers deeper, until they’re completely buried inside her. My cock bottoms out to her loud moan. And the minute I drag the hand at her waist down to her clit, she detonates with the slightest brush, the force of her orgasm bearing down on my dick until I have no choice but to pull out. Her pleasure soaks the bedding, my dick, her thighs…

Removing my fingers form her arsehole, I collect as much of her wetness as I can, swiping it up her thighs and pussy, all the way to her clenching hole. Stroking my cock with my other hand, I get it as wet as possible.

After all this, I don’t even think I’ll last all that long. But fuck me if I won’t deliver on this one request of hers. Anchoring her trembling body on her hands, Arabella’s fevered pants slow to steadying breaths.

“How the hell have you not come yet?” she asks breathily, looking over shoulder at me. Her eyes rove down my chest to where my painfully hard erection sits on my stomach.

“Dirty socks.”

“Shut up,” she laughs. “You are not thinking of dirty socks while you’re fucking me.”

Definitely not. But the prospect of getting up in her arse is enough incentive to make sure I keep myself from bolting my load.

“Hmmm…” I lean back on one of my elbows with a shrug, stroking myself with my free hand. “You know, you really don’t want to get all dry again.”

Butting her arse to my groin again, she says, “After tonight, I don’t know if I’ll ever be dry again.”

A bright blush flushes her cheeks, creeping all the way to the tip of her nose and down her neck.

Fucking hell.

Reaching back, she closes her hand around mine on my shaft, gliding it all the way up until my dick bobs back to my belly with a wet slap. Letting go of my hand, she fists my cock, and bracing on her other hand, she leans forward, opening herself to me again. Holding me to her drenched pussy, she rubs herself on my dick, slowly coating me in her juices.

“Do you mind?” Glancing over her shoulder with a lick of her lips, she nods down at where our bodies meet.

“Not at all.” I spit on my fingers before rubbing them over the tip of my dick and then her arsehole.

There’s a slight tremble to her body as she guides me through her folds, to her tight hole.

A groan rumbles from my lips as she holds my cock to her, pressing herself down on it in shallow pulses.

“Fuck, you’re so tight…”

A giggle bubbles up from her, breathy and wanting. It’s been so long since I’ve heard that noise. That fucking schoolgirl giggle that makes my insides sigh.

The sound is so blissful that I’m ready to take the control back. I’m ready to forgo her arse and bury myself inside her quickly. So I can feel the glee inside her.

Feel it vibrate from her to me. But before I can change the direction, Arabella bears down on me. A shuddering gasp accompanies the tight heat that engulfs the tip of my dick as her tight hole chokes it.

“Oh fuck,” she cries softly. Her warmth sends frissons of want and need and reverence through me.

I want to fucking adulate every precious bit of her. And as she inches down my cock, my hands squeeze her arse cheeks, prying them apart, helping her ease herself over me.

The sight of my thick, straining dick stretching her tiny hole does things to me I can’t comprehend. I want to debase her even as I worship her.

Thrusting up into her, I push myself upright, until my front meets her back. The soles of her feet press to my glutes, her hands anchoring down on my hips as she moves over me. Her steady rhythm trips up every so often when I bottom out in her arse.