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Hansel 2(An Erotic Fairy Tale)(17)

By:Ella James


I moan as he starts to rock his hips and thrust into my pussy. God! I’m nothing but a warm, wet pussy stretched around him. He’s so hard. So long. He feels so good inside me. I feel my hips rise up to meet him, and I jerk against my binds, because I want to touch him too.

“Relax,” he tells me. “Close your eyes.”

His hand strokes over my belly, giving me chills. “I want you to enjoy this, Leah. Feel me inside you.”

“You’re…so big,” I whimper.

His lips quirk up a little. “Every inch of me is yours.”

“Yes.”

He holds onto my hips and closes his eyes as he thrusts into me, moving slow at first, then gradually faster. His thumb starts to trail over my clit, and I push against him, wanting his cock pressed deep inside me, needing to take in all of him.

He speeds up his rhythm and grabs my hip, holding me in place while he pounds me. When my eyes flutter, I see his lips pressed together and his eyes squeezed shut.

“Leah,” he moans.

I clench around him, and he moans again.

He strokes his thumb over my clit, then reaches around behind our joined bodies until his long finger is tapping on the plug.

I moan, and he’s playing in my wetness again, circling my throbbing clit while he shoves his cock so deep into me.

“Come for me Leah, fucking come for me.”

The sound of his dusky voice, the heat in his eyes, the hardness of his cock—all converge on me and I gasp as I come, harder than I ever have before.

He slides out of me slowly, and I notice he’s still hard.

“You didn’t—”

“Shhh.” He lays a finger over my lips and moves up by my right arm. I’m still panting as he releases my right wrist, then my left one from their binding. He tugs my arms, helping me up, and then, still moving on his knees, he pushes his cock toward my hands.

It’s hard, the balls below it drawn up tight. I can see the tension of arousal on his face.

“Take it in your hands,” he says in a low voice. “Stroke it with one, and with your other…” He brings one of my hands under and wraps my fingers around his balls. “You remember how I like it: hard.”

“Like this?” I shift my position slightly, reminding me of the plug inside my ass, and squeeze once, hard, wondering if I do it hard the first time, I won’t have to do it again.

“Yes,” he groans. I feel a rush of power and look up to find his face…rapt. So slack and relaxed. I tug again, more gently, and use my fingernails to claw him just a little as I squeeze. “That’s right, Leah. Harder” His eyes are shut, his mouth pressed together. I tug again, worried I’ll hurt him. He lets a long breath out, peeks his eyes open. “That feels good.” He rocks his cock against me. “Keep it up.”

When I start to stroke him as I pull his balls, he leans the other way, groaning as the tension of my tugs reaches a peak, then moving so far away I let him go. His eyes are dark now, dark and…somewhere else. I watch as he grabs the same black box my plug came from and pulls out a small, velvet bag.

“Not enough,” he explains, wrapping his hand around his cock. He grabs another condom—XL, I see—and fumbles with the package as he tosses me the velvet bag. “On your fingers,” he half-pants. He rolls the condom over his head and I admire his size and shape for a second before peeking in the bag. Inside is something…silver?

I dump the bag into my palm and frown at what I see. They look like…thimbles, but with claws at the end. Coldness seeps into my chest.

“You don’t mean…?” My eyes lift up to him. “You want me—”

“No questions,” he says darkly. He turns slightly away to get something else out of the box and I look at one of the…finger covers. Shit. I think he wants me to…claw him.

“Lie down,” he orders.

I lie on my back, and he moves over me. He opens another package and pulls out something that looks like a napkin. “Close your eyes,” he tells me, “and relax. I’m gonna take this out.”

I close my eyes, but I can’t relax. One of his hands strokes my thigh, and the other one does something that makes the plug inside me…deflate?

I peek one eye open and find him smirking. “Pretty clever, huh?”

I laugh a little as he stashes it somewhere behind him and uses the damp towel he took from the wrapper to clean me off.

Then, with one hand around his dick again, he leans over me, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth and biting on it gently.

“You’re new at this,” he murmurs, nipping at me. “I don’t want to hurt you. Only pleasure for you, baby.”