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By:Alexis Angel


“Yours,” I find myself saying, my voice quivering as I feel his fingers against my drenched folds.

“See? You act all tough, but in the end you just can’t fight it,” he tells me with a grin, running his index finger up and down the length of my pussy. “You want to be dominated, you just never met a man that could do it.”#p#分页标题#e#

“I…” I start, stammering, but I close my mouth and fall into silence. He’s right; I can’t tell you exactly when it happened, but I’m aching to have him dominate me, to be treated like I’m his… To be fucked as if my pleasure is my life’s purpose. God, Austin’s so intoxicating that I can barely think straight right now.

“Admit it,” he says, pressing his index fingertip over my clit and making my whole body tense up as high voltage pleasure runs to me.

“I… It’s not… No --”

“Say it,” he repeats, pressing even harder on my clit. I throw my head back, hitting the wall behind me, and grit my teeth.

“No,” I hiss, closing my eyes as my brain seems to be frying inside my skull. I’m not going to submit this easily. I won’t. Other women might bend and fold, but that’s not me. He’s right, I do want to be broken and forced to submit, but I’m going to make him fight for it until the very last.

“Stubborn, uh? I like that. It’s going to make it so much better when you start begging me.” The sound of his voice makes my skin prickle, his words like stabs of pleasure on my soul. If he keeps on insisting, I don’t know how much longer I can resist, I really don’t.

Thankfully, he says nothing else and simply slides his middle finger inside my pussy, hooking it in me and curling it upward until his fingertip is pressed tight against my G-spot.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as I feel him pressing there. He didn’t even need to probe or look for it—no, he went straight for that hidden spot inside of me, hitting it on his first shot even though we have never been together. It’s almost as if he knows my body even better than I do. He’s not even moving his hand; he’s simply pressing against my G-spot while circling my clit with one finger, rubbing it with soft but steady strokes. “Don’t--”, I start to say, but the rest of the words don’t even make it to my lips. I grit my teeth and moan through them, thunder and lightning hitting me all at once. A storm of ecstasy hits me at once, and every single muscle in my body tenses up and then relaxes as high voltage pleasure runs through and makes them twitch.

“That’s just an appetizer,” Austin tells me, that delicious smile on his lips as he slides his finger out from my pussy. Before he slides it all the way out, I grab him by the wrist and stop him.

“More,” I whisper, my voice so low it’s barely audible. But he smiles at me all the same, sliding his finger back in. Except this time he doesn’t go for my G-spot—no, he turns his hand around, places his thumb over my clit and slides one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist back and forth, he starts to finger me with such a fury that a loud moan explodes in my voice.

He keeps moving his fingers until I feel the tension building up inside my muscles once more, my insides burning as I feel the claws of ecstasy all over my body. I open my mouth to say something, but by the time my lips part, I have no idea what I was going to say. In my mind, one thought pushes all others away: I need him to fuck me. Like a mantra, that thought repeats itself over and over again inside my head, drowning the rational side of me.

“Come, Destiny… Come for me, babe,” Austin whispers against my ear and, just like a bomb, I go off. An orgasm explodes inside of me with the intensity of a supernova, and I feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.

“Fuck, fuck,” I curse under my breath, every single muscle in my body twitching and spasming. Pleasure rages inside of me like a river after a flood, and my heart tightens up as I realize we’re still on the appetizers; we’re yet to move to the main course. As good as this might be, I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me.#p#分页标题#e#

Slowly, he slides his two fingers out of me and takes his hand off of my pussy. He raises his hand and takes it to my face; with a grin, he brushes his two wet fingertips over my lips. I react by instinct, opening my mouth and allowing him to slide his two fingers inside. As he pulls them back out, I suck them dry, shivering as my own fluids meshes with the flavor of his cock inside my mouth.

“Good, isn’t it?” he asks me, and I find myself nodding before I can stop it. Then, he moves as fast as a leopard, placing one hand under one ass cheek and forcing me to lift my leg; at the same time, he presses his body against mine, grabbing his cock and angling it so that his cock is resting on my pussy. I push my hips against him, ready to have him inside of me, but he simpley looks into my eyes and grins. “Beg,” he whispers, that simple word hitting me like a brick. I don’t beg, I have never begged… and I’m not going to do it.