I want You Deeper

I moan and wrap my arms around his shoulders when he lightly brushes the tip of his finger over my soaked thong.

“This is all mine?” he asks, stopping his fingers right over my swollen, achy clit.

“Yes,” I whimper when he gives me a soft rub.

“No one else has touched or tasted you, Lily?” He fists the back of my hair and pulls me back so he can see me. “Don’t lie to me.”

“No,” I say in a breathy rush. “I’ve never even been kissed. I’ve always wanted you, just you.”

He presses harder against my clit, giving me a firm rub that has me rocking my hips and letting out a soft moan. Fisting my hair even harder, he keeps his eyes on me and roughly yanks my thong aside before sliding a finger into me.

“Fuck,” I whimper, making the corner of his mouth rise in a sexy smirk.

He fingers me slowly, running his eyes over me so he can see the effect he’s having on me. He notices every tiny detail of my arousal and when he presses his thumb to my clit, making my breath hitch, he says, “This is the first part of your punishment, sweetheart.”

I smile and say, “Doesn’t feel like much of a punishment to me.”

The wicked grin he gives me should have me nervous, but I’m way too far gone to be thinking properly. All I care about is the way he’s working my pussy just as perfectly as I knew he would.

“Don’t cum,” he warns, making my eyes widen in surprise before I let out a laugh.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sure thing,” I say, making it painfully obvious that I think it’s the stupidest suggestion I’ve ever heard.

“You have a lot to learn, little one, but don’t worry.” He gives my clit a hard enough pinch to make me gasp. “I will teach you.”

I’m so stunned that all I can do is stare at him in surprise, and when he starts to rub my throbbing clit again, I let out a surprised yelp at how damn good it feels when the pain mixes with the pleasure.

“Don’t cum,” he warns again, and I shake my head yes because I can’t seem to form words. “Good girl.”

I moan at his praise and rock my hips again, knowing I’m dangerously close to the edge. I can’t seem to stop, though. I’m more aroused than I ever thought possible, and the feel of his hands working my pussy is unlike anything I’ve ever known. He pulls my hair harder, shooting me a warning look that my body gives me no choice but to ignore it.

His soaked fingers rub my clit as he slips another finger inside me, and I know there’s no way in fuck I’m going to be able to resist.

“Please,” I beg, digging my fingers into his strong shoulders, willing him to take pity on me. “I’m going to cum,” I pant.

“That would not be wise,” he calmly says, giving my clit a softer pinch, lighting my whole body on fire.

“Fuck,” I whimper, right before I look at him and moan his name, cumming so hard it feels like a fucking out-of-body experience. He watches me with hard eyes as I rock against him, breathing heavily and using all my strength to not scream and alert the whole damn place to what’s going on. He doesn’t take pity on me. Instead, he works me harder, not caring that my clit is becoming overly sensitive or that I’m shaking and barely able to catch my breath.

“Oh no you don’t,” he growls when I try to back away and give my poor clit some relief. “You wanted to cum, little one, so fucking cum.”

I moan and bite my lip when he forces another orgasm onto me. I buck against his hand as my pussy tightens around his finger and all my muscles tense as the orgasm thunders through me. He gives my clit a sharp pinch, making me let out a sharp squeal before I can stop myself. The wicked grin he gives me tells me he doesn’t give a fuck, and when he pinches me again, I whimper and feel heat run through all my muscles, turning my body into a limp, weightless mess.

“Please,” I whimper. “I’m sorry I disobeyed. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

He laughs and takes pity on me, stilling his fingers so I can catch my breath. “I’m not so sure you know how to behave, little one. I have a feeling you’re going to be quite the handful.”

I’m too dazed to do much except give him a loopy smile and try to remember how to breathe. When he slides his fingers out of my pussy, I let out a pained sigh at the loss of contact. He arches a brow at me but doesn’t say anything, just brings his wet fingers to his mouth and slowly sucks them clean. The deep groan he gives at the taste of me has my pussy clenching and my nipples so hard they’re achy. I need him inside me, and I need it now.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me.”

“Didn’t you just beg me to stop making you cum?”

Hearing him say that out loud makes me wonder what in the everliving fuck I’d been thinking. Why in the hell did I do that?

“I’m sorry,” I quickly say, making him laugh again.

“No,” he says, giving me a sinfully wicked grin, “but you will be.”