Snatched

I can’t stop the disappointed sound that rises from my throat— I haven’t even seen his cock, but I know I want it in me, I know I want him to fuck me— a thought that pops into my head in exactly those words, words I’ve never thought about anyone before, much less someone who looks like he could easily hurt me, if he weren’t careful.

“We’re not in a rush,” I remind him in a whisper, and his eyes flash hungrily and then leans down to kiss me on the mouth. I can feel his cock pressing against my stomach, hard and long and thick and I need it, I need it now, even if I can’t have him buried inside my pussy. Who am I, thinking these things?

Finn pulls away from the kiss, arrogant and pleased. He sits back up onto his knees, takes my hand, and returns it to the hem of his boxers.

“Take out my cock,” he commands, and I shudder excitedly at his dirty words and what’s to come. I tug down one side of his boxers, than the other, until his erection springs out.

“Oh my god,” I say involuntarily. Finn’s cock is huge— just like the rest of him, so it stands to reason, I guess, but I still wasn’t prepared for this. It has to been eight or nine inches, at least, but it’s also thick in a way that makes my pussy ache to feel it in me. I reach forward, now nervous, not convinced I know what to do with something this size; when I look back up at Finn, he’s watching me.

When my fingers dance along his shaft, he moans and flexes forward the smallest bit. It’s enough to give me confidence; I sit up, rolling over me knees so that I’m kneeling before him. I take his cock in both hands— he’s longer than my fists put together, and begin to pump them, rocking my body forward and backward as I do. Finn groans and put his hands on my shoulders as I press with my fingertips along the underside of his shaft, letting my fingers brush against the head with each push.

“Suck on me,” Finn says through pleasure-gritted teeth.

I press my lips together worriedly. “I’ve never —”

“Kenley,” Finn says, panting, “Suck on my cock right now.”

I fall down to my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows so that I’m the perfect height to wrap my lips around his cock.

I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before, and even if I had, there’s no way it could have prepared me for something as enormous and intimidating as Finn’s dick.

But I’m so, so eager to feel Finn in my mouth that my nerves are ebbing away. I lick my lips and look up at his eyes; Finn puts a hand gently on the back of my head, guiding my mouth forward. My lips arrive at the head of his cock, and he pushes himself into my mouth, filling it, hot cock pressed against my tongue, dangerously close to the back of my throat.

He’s barely in me halfway, and for a moment, I worry he’ll want me to deep throat him— I don’t even know the logistics of that. But Finn is patient, and even though he could push my head farther down, force more of his dick into me, he goes easy, sliding his cock back and forth along my tongue.

It’s only after a few moments of this that I feel confident enough to grab the base of his cock with my hands. I begin to move my tongue, rubbing it along the underside of his cock as he moves in me. Finn moans, lets his head rock back.

“Good girl, Kenley,” he murmurs. “Good girl, suck it just like that.” Every few thrusts, I pull him out of my mouth entirely and lick around the head of his cock, let my tongue lap at him hungrily. He’s so hard now, so large; I let his cock dance along my lips for a moment; just when I’m about to put him back in my mouth, he pulls away.

There’s a moment where I think I must have done something wrong, but then he moves at lightening speed. He lies down beside me, head near my hips, then grabs me and rolls me onto him, pushing my knees open and lowering my pussy down onto his face.

I shout his name in surprise; he responds by pressing his tongue into my pussy, running it around my entrance until I feel myself grinding my hips down toward his face. His cock is so erect I can’t possibly continue to suck on it if I lay down on him; I sit up as best I can and lower my mouth to the head of his dick, rolling my tongue over it, trying to focus on what I’m doing to him rather than what he’s doing to me…but it’s nearly impossible.