Snatched

“Your pussy is so beautiful, Kenley,” he says. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve got to be in you.”

“Please, fuck me—”

“Not yet,” he says, though I can hear the anticipation in his voice. “You’re going to make yourself come. And then I’m going to make you come.” He looks back up at me. “Use your other hand to squeeze your nipples. Gently. Rub them.”

I do so, and even though I never really touch my breasts when I masturbate, it makes me feel alive and fiery and powerful and oh, I can feel myself tiptoeing toward and orgasm, step by step, bit by bit. I let a finger dance across the top of my clit, and Finn makes an approving noise. He reaches over to the nightstand for a condom, which he tears open and slides over himself.

“When you come, Kenley, I’m going to start fucking you. I’m going to put my cock in you and fill you up. You understand that?” he says as he does so.

I moan— yes, yes, I understand, and I want it, and the want is pushing me over.

“Come on, baby,” Finn says, lowering his head to murmur these words against my neck. “Come so I can fuck you. Let me bury my cock in you. You know you want it. You know you want to feel me take you.” His breath is hot, his scent overpowering, and yes— I’m going to come. I try to say this, but I’m afraid to speak, for fear I’ll lose this hard won orgasm and have to wait for Finn to enter me.

Instead, I cry out, a small, quiet yell, as the orgasm hits me. It races through my body, small but powerful, the kind that makes me fall silent and panting after the initial noise. I manage to open my eyes as it ricochets around my chest; my glance confirms to Finn that I’m coming, that I want him, that I need him now.

The orgasm hasn’t yet faded when Finn pushes his cock into me, all at once, a swift movement taking advantage of how incredibly wet I am. Now I really cry out— pleasure, slight pain, relief to feel myself full of him. He begins to pump into me, slowly at first, then gaining speed. I finally come back to my own senses and reach up to wrap my arms around his neck, then my legs around his waist.

Finn looks almost primal, his eyes sparkling, muscles tensed, and I can feel his cock throbbing in me. When he speaks, it’s a demand. “Tell me one thing you thought about. One fantasy I can make happen right now.”

I can barely catch my breath, not with him fucking me like this, but I manage somehow— “Pick me up.”

Finn grins, sweat beginning to bead up on his forehead. He thrusts deep into me, then slides his arms under my shoulders, lifting me off the ground. He stands, my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, his cock buried deep in me. I brace my arms on his shoulders and lift myself a little; he lifts me a bit higher to help me as together, we lift my body up and down on his cock.

The position means gravity pushes him deep, deep into me— deeper than I thought he could go. I begin to twist my hips with each thrust, grinding my pussy onto him, and he groans.

“Yes, baby. That,” he says, then reaches underneath me to support me via his hands on my ass. He lets his fingertips rest right at the edge of my ass cheeks, pulling them apart just a bit. When he lets both pointer fingers tease at the edges of my asshole, I’m done.

“I’m going to come again,” I pant, unsure how this orgasm snuck up on me so quickly. Finn thrusts faster, and I feel his cock grow impossibly harder— he’s going to come too, I realize, and to my delight, I see he’s too aroused to even form words. His eyes are closed, his breathing hard. He grips my ass even harder—

“Put a finger in my ass, Finn,” I say, before I can second guess myself. “I want your cock there someday.”

Finn’s eyes shoot open, but it’s delight in them, and he groans as he shifts my weight slightly, then presses an index finger against my asshole. I’m so wet that it slides in effortlessly, and the pressure, the excitement, the nervousness, it’s all too much.

I scream out as I come, as Finn’s cock thrusts deep in me, as his finger explores a place no one has ever touched before, as his chest presses hot against mine. Finn isn’t far behind; he groans, and goes still as his cock pulses inside me, and I again wish there wasn’t a condom separating us.

I fall against his shoulders, limp; Finn staggers back to the bed and sits down, then tilts us both back so I’m laying on top of him. It’s a few moments before he slowly, still panting, pulls out of me. He lets his finger linger a moment longer, then kisses me on the neck gently as he removes it. I bite my lip from pleasure and nerves— I can’t believe this all just happened. I can’t believe I told him that I want him to fuck my ass someday. I can’t believe—