Chapter 6
Demi
Theoretically, I know cocks come in all shapes and sizes, but I’m suddenly unsure if I’m in over my head.
Surely, there’s no way that thing will ever fit inside of me.
I can’t believe I’m about to do this and I don’t even know his name.
I’m pretty sure now, that he was part of the wedding earlier, but I didn’t pay enough attention to anything that was going on.
It all happened so fast and if I’m being honest… the groom scared the shit out of me.
“Lay back and put your hands above your head,” he orders. The tenor of his voice runs straight to my clit. Physically, he’s definitely not my type, being a man and all, but his bossy nature is pretty much the definition of my type.
I do as he says and his hands land on my hips, the contact sending a shiver straight through me. Why do his hands feel so good against my skin? Hooking his fingers into the top of my thong, he makes a point to drag them–agonizingly slow–down my legs before tossing them over his shoulder.
“Fuck.” The word is breathy as his eyes linger on my pussy. My very, very wet pussy. Fuck, indeed. “You have such a pretty cunt. I can’t wait to devour it. Slide back for me… Until your hands touch the headboard.”
Again, I follow his command as he moves to retrieve something from the other side of the room. By the time he returns, my pulse is racing. If he doesn’t fuck me soon, I swear–
My eyes follow his every move as he crawls onto the bed and shoves my knees apart causing me to gasp. Once he’s settled, I catch a glimpse of what he has in his hands. A tie.
He binds my wrists almost too quickly. Oh, he’s good. When I hear something snap in place above my head, I try to twist my neck to see what he’s actually done.
“Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “Eyes on me, Little Pixie.”
My eyes close against my will. I need to collect myself. When they open, he’s hovered above me.
Watching.
His hard cock brushes against my inner thigh and for the first time in my life, I’m so close to begging him to relive the pressure that’s building in my core and stop this slow, agonizing torture.
“Are you going to keep toying with me or are you going to fuck me?” Okay, so no begging yet. Jesus, Demi.
He cocks a brow at my question. “Excuse me?”
“Sir,” I squeak.
“Better.” He shifts his hips above me and his cock just volleys between my thighs. “Be careful with that mouth. It will get you in trouble.”
“Please, Sir,” I whine.
“Now that, I like.” He slides down my body and I groan at the distance he’s put between our parts. “Keep begging like that and maybe I’ll forgive you for being such a brat.”
He makes quick work of placing my legs over his shoulders, exposing everything to him. When his mouth lands directly against my aching clit, I can’t even stop the moan that escapes my lips. The last time I felt something like this–.
His mouth breaks contact for just a moment, long enough for him to plunge what feels like all of his fingers inside of me.
“Fucking hell, you’re tight. Are you sure you’re not a virgin?”
“I’m… sure… Sir…,” I pant between each thrust of his fingers. When he curls them to stroke my g-spot and returns his mouth to my clit, I see stars. If he keeps that up, I’m going to come.
My inner walls clench tightly around his fingers. He pauses. “Don’t you dare come yet.”
“Fuck. I don’t know if I can hold it,” I whimper.
“You better hold it. Or else.” He smirks, then resumes his wicked assault and I no longer believe he’s not a sadist. He’s enjoying this. Asshole.
I lose track of how many times we repeat the same cycle. Clench. Pause. Clench. Pause. Clench.
Mother.
Fucking.
Pause.
I can’t take it anymore. “P-Please, S-Sir. I’m begging you. I don’t think I can stop it. I’m so close.” My plea is hurried and desperate and my head is light as I try to find more words to accurately convey to him how much I need this. “I… pl… ohhhh.”
“Come for me. Right fucking now.” He’s back on my clit, alternating between nibbling and sucking and I’m suddenly sure this is how I go. RIP me. I had a good run.
I lift my head to watch him devour me, his wavy locks brushing against me with every stroke of his expert tongue.
What I wouldn’t give to run my hands through it right about now.
My vision blurs as waves of ecstasy rush through me.
My legs jerk with every continued stroke of his tongue and thrust of his fingers.
I can’t stop my hips from undulating into his mouth so I can ride what’s left of my release, but he doesn’t let me have it.
Instead he’s up and kneeling, rolling a condom over his monstrous shaft.
I’m honestly surprised the condom even fits.
Oh, fuck. I’m really about to do this.
“Don’t look so scared, Little Pixie. It’ll fit just fine.” Then he lines himself up at my soaked entrance and thrusts his hips until he’s bottomed out inside of me.
I’m not prepared for the sudden stretch and I release a loud gasp. He stills and all I feel is his unyieldingly hard cock throbbing and pulsating against my inner walls. It doesn’t take long before my muscles relax, adjusting to the stretch I’m not at all used to.
“See?” There’s that cocky smirk again. “Told you.”
His hips retract and my legs wrap around his back instinctively, in a failed attempt to bring him back. But he doesn’t make me wait long before he pistons his hips forward again, slowly repeating the process.
“Christ. I love how fucking tight your pretty little cunt is,” he hisses. “Tell me you’re good because I’m not going to last much longer. I nearly came just from eating you.”
“I’m good, Sir. P-please, show me how good you can make me feel.”
My words spur him on and he grabs one of my legs to press it toward my chest, leaving my other to rest against his side. The position allows him deeper and has my core twisting in knots every time he bottoms out.
He picks up speed and we both moan in unison. I’ve been fucked with a lot of fake cocks before, but nothing could compare to this. The real fucking thing.
His pelvis slaps against mine, my entire body dwarfed by his as he consumes me whole.
“Please can I come?” I beg. He better say yes, because the train is coming and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m not sure what happens if I come before he allows it, but at this point, I don’t think I care. I’ll accept the consequences when it feels so fucking good.
“Yes. Come,” he pants and before he even gets the words out, I’m squeezing his dick as I come around it. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me as my second orgasm of the night threatens to ruin me.
Seconds later, his arms are trembling as pumps faster and faster, assumingly chasing his own release.
Then he withdraws from me, rips the condom off and strokes his thick, throbbing cock once…
twice… before grunting and releasing rope after rope of his hot cum against the top of my pussy and lower belly.
Jesus Christ that was hot.