Hansel 2(An Erotic Fairy Tale)(18)

I tilt my head back as he gives me just that, revving me up again by sucking my nipples. When I try to grab at his head, he moves my hands away.

Finally, I’m panting, wet between my legs again and needing him inside. He seems to know just when; he straightens over me, displaying his gorgeous cock again, and starts to drag his fingers through my wet slit.

“I can’t wait to be inside this warm pussy.” He strokes some moisture from my cunt up toward my clit, and I shiver at the sensation.

He rolls around my clit a few times, till I’m gasping. Then he pushes the head of his cock in.

“Ah.”

“You like it,” he says.

“Yes.”

“You want it.”

He pushes in a little more.

“Yes.”

When he’s halfway in, and I’m lifting my hips toward him, he stops and reaches up. He starts to pluck the claws out of the covers and place them on my fingertips. Then he shoves the rest of the way in, drops his head down by my neck, and buries himself even deeper than before.

God, he’s so deep inside me, we feel like one person.

“Claw my back,” he whispers to my skin, “and do it hard.”

I wait for him to start thrusting again, hoping I can somehow distract him, so I won’t have to do it. But he stays still.

“Go on,” he orders.

I drag the claws lightly over his shoulders, and he looks down at me. “Hard, Leah. It’s supposed to hurt.”

I bite my lip. Tears fill my eyes, blurring my view of him. This is it, I think, panicked. This is when he’ll send me on my way again. But I can’t do it. I just can’t. His back is bruised and scarred and cut, and I can’t do it. I care about him, and I can bend some…but I’m not a sadist.

“Edgar…”

I can’t even call him Hansel, because this man isn’t. I’m not even sure he remembers last night, the night he spent with me.

Disappointment seeps through me. His face tightens as he notices my tears.

“Close your eyes, Leah.”

My voice breaks. “I can’t.”

I buck under him, pushing him off me, and roll away. I rise up on my knees and place both hands on his bare chest.

“Lie down.” My voice shakes. “Please.”





CHAPTER EIGHT

Lucas



My pulse is pounding. So is my cock. I look at her and wonder what the fuck she’s thinking.

She urges me down onto my back, and I do it. I’m finding I’ll do almost anything she wants. With one hand on my thigh, as if she has the strength to keep me down, she reaches behind her, and I watch curiously as she pools some of my warming lubricant in her palm.

If she thinks riding me will somehow replace what I asked her to do, she’s wrong, but it would feel fuck good; extending my hard-on’s life will start to hurt progressively worse now that it’s gone on this long, so I’m not complaining there, either. I need to discipline her for disobeying, but I’m too curious to do anything but lie and watch her. I can punish her afterward. Find a way to get her used to hurting me. If I tie her pleasure to it, too, she’ll grow to like it. They all do eventually.

I watch with hooded eyes as she reaches for my cock. It throbs in anticipation of her touch.

Her hand hovers above me, and her eyes hold onto mine.

“Can you trust me, too?” she whispers.

My heart hammers. What?

She looks down, and I feel her knuckles graze my balls. She rolls them in her palm, and I groan. Fuck; I may come vanilla style if she keeps on kneading them like that.

I jerk as her mouth closes around my cock and she starts to suck me off. My breaths quicken and the pressure building in my cock is making me want to be inside her pussy.

Her finger trails down my taint, and I’m so fucking horny, I grab the back of her head and push myself deeper down her throat. I don’t meet many women who can take all of me, but Leah’s damn near close.

I start to pant…just like a fucking dog.

And then I feel her hand rove over my cock, balls, and down below, leaving a trail of tingly lube in its wake. She teases my ass, and I start to tell her ‘no’; I’m not an assplay guy, not with my ass anyway. The next heartbeat, she’s trying to push in.

I tense against her, lift my hips a little. “Leah, no.”

“Trust me,” she says. “Please.”

I grit my teeth. I can’t do this. Not even for her.

Except she keeps going. She wiggles her small fingertip inside, and a shudder rips through me.

Breathe, I tell myself.

For a fleeting second, I think I’ll try to keep her out; give the pain of that a try; I sure as fuck never have before. The next breath, and I know I can’t. Sometimes…before, I—