The Virgin Duet(26)

She giggles a little. “You’re thanking me?”

“If you had any idea how good this feels, you’d understand. I’m going to send your pussy a fruit basket tomorrow.”

She giggles again, and then it turns to a moan when I thrust harder.

We are both on the edge within just a few moments and I know I’m closer than she is. I reach between us and rub her clit while I take her mouth. I feel her body tense and start to shake, and she’s right there with me. As I feel her pussy clench, I finally allow myself to let go of the orgasm I’ve been denying myself. She breaks our kiss to throw her head back and shout her release, and I thrust hard one last time, emptying my cock inside her ripe womb.

With any luck my seed will stay, and she won’t be able to leave me. The thought brings a huge smile to my face and, as my little fairy comes down from her orgasm, she locks eyes with me and matches my smile.

Cum leaks out from around my cock and down her ass, and she wiggles a little at the feeling. I start to thrust again and a look of surprise crosses her face.

“You didn’t think once would be enough did you?” I ask and claim her lips again.

I don’t remember how many orgasms it takes before I finally pull out but when I do, I hold her until she falls asleep. She thinks it is because I want to hold her, which I do, but I also want to make sure my cum stays inside her as long as possible.





BECS

I wake up as a warm tongue circles my clit, slowly teasing and flicking my bud repeatedly, sending zinging vibrations through my body.

“Bray,” I moan, lifting my hips to push my pussy further into his mouth. His hot wet tongue latches onto my clit. The sensation makes my body bow off the bed. Both of his hands grab my hips in response and press me back into the mattress so I can’t move.

He growls around my clit, pushing his mouth tighter against my pussy. It’s always like this with him. As if he can’t get enough of me. He always seems to want to be deeper inside me, no matter if it’s his fingers, his cock, or his mouth. His intensity scares me at times, but I’ve never felt more wanted in my life. Utterly safe, nothing can touch me but him. This is how I’ve felt since the control he was using to keep a distance from me shattered into a thousand pieces. Too many pieces to be put back together again. My body is his, his to control or use how he desires.

Grabbing at the bedspread, my fingers claw the material as if I’m trying to anchor myself. It’s so easy to get lost inside this and forget who I am. He takes my clit into his mouth, sucking at a near frenzy. The sensations shoot to my brain, making my thighs drop farther apart to give him all of me.

“Don’t cum yet. Wait just a little more, Tinkerbell, I want to enjoy it.”

Closing my eyes tighter, I fight against my orgasm. I can feel my breathing grow more ragged, my pussy aching to be filled.

“Eyes on me, Tink. I want you to watch me own you.”

Looking down my body at him, the intensity of his eyes has me squirming, despite my pinned hips. He runs his mouth over my folds, sucking them gently, dragging his teeth against my clit, and then roughly lapping at my slit while never breaking eye contact.

The feeling is too much and I try to close my legs, but he leans forward, blocking me with his broad shoulders.

“Mine!” he growls, fully putting his mouth against me, attacking my clit. It’s as if he thinks I might take it away from him.

I come with his name on my lips, tremors wracking my body. I’m still gasping for air when Bray rises to his knees and pulls my ass onto his lap, sheathing himself inside me in one hard thrust. My back arches off the bed from the ache finally being filled. I feel his body shudder in response to my pussy clenching around him, and the feeling is delicious.

Gripping my hips once again, he starts to thrust. Slow but hard. I can see him fighting his own orgasm. The look on his face is deadly, but I know it’s the one he has when he’s fighting for control and I’m making him lose it.

His eyes focus on my breasts, and with each thrust they bounce at the motion. In the past few weeks it’s like I’ve become his addiction. He can't seem to stop touching me, looking at me, or making me tell him I’m his. I should be running, but I love it. I crave making him want me more, and baiting him into losing control.

“You going to cum again for me, Tink? I want to see it this time. Show me your clit.”

Reaching down, I spread my pussy lips, fully exposing my clit to him.

“Don’t touch it,” he growls and I know he’s talking about my clit. It’s ironic how he used to like to watch me make myself cum, but now he seems to get jealous when I touch myself. He can’t stand that he’s not the one giving me pleasure.