The Sorrow #2
Lord, did she ever. The way he held her so tightly while he touched her set her skin tingling. She exhaled a spluttering moan when he focused his attention on her clit piercing. He stroked her lazily and whispered in her ear, “You’re absolutely dripping for me.”
He lowered her to the ground under him. His tail wound around one of her wrists and pulled it back behind her, twisting her halfway around while he continued to fondle her. Grinning smugly, he slid his fingers into her as he held her exposed.
Greta adored the way he looked at her, like she was everything he wanted in the world. Powerless in his grasp, she quaked under him as arousal built inside her. Her back arched as he drove his fingers deeper.
With his free hand, he pulled up her sweater and squeezed her breast with an appreciative murmur. “I fucking love your tits.” He played with the piercing in one nipple until she whimpered and then switched sides, going back and forth until she was shaking with desire.
“Please,” she panted. “I need you.”
Ixoril smiled down at her and didn’t pause his teasing for an instant. “You’ll come when I say and not before.”
Whining as the tension inside her tightened, she wondered how much longer she could hold on. She didn’t want to disappoint him, but she was already out of her mind with lust.
He leaned back a bit to lower the waist of his joggers, and his cock sprang free.
With a hot-as-fuck grin, he palmed himself.
Greta moaned as she took in the hard, heavy length of him.
As she had suspected, he was textured in the most glorious way, with tiny nubs lining the crown of his flared head and scaled ridges along the underside.
She struggled against his tail’s grip on her wrist, wanting to feel him under her fingers. The fact that he put forth no effort at all to hold her still made a shiver pass through her.
“You’re at my mercy, little snack.” He gave himself a slow, luxurious stroke. “I’m going to have my way with you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Just like she wanted. She groaned as he rubbed her g-spot with a few quick circles.
With a growl, he moved to tear the shorts off her body.
His tail tightened on her wrist as he wrapped one hand around her ankle and lifted her leg until it was nearly vertical.
Her thighs trembled as he prodded her exposed pussy with the broad head of his cock.
He teased her mercilessly, rubbing himself back and forth between her slick folds before zeroing in on her clit.
Groaning with pent-up longing, she shivered under him.
“I can’t wait to feel this nice slick cunt around my cock.”
Lord, she loved it when he talked dirty. She wondered if he liked it too. “Fuck me hard with that magnificent dick.”
Surprise flitted across his face, followed by desire. He adjusted her hips and plunged into her with a quick, controlled thrust.
Toes curling with the intensity of the sensation, she mewled as he stretched her. “Oh. Fuck. Yes.”
His chuckle was warm and amused. “You like that?”
“So much.” She tried to wiggle in his grip to get more friction where she needed it, but he held her fast. She whined in frustration.
When she finally gave up, he smirked. “You’re mine to pleasure. And I’m a jealous master.” He dropped a hand to fondle her clit.
She tightened around him, nodding and biting her lip to hold back her moan.
He tugged her piercing, making her squeal. “And you don’t hold back your noises. Those are mine too. Like the rest of you.”
When he began to pump his hips, she lost all composure, her breaths coming in spluttering gasps as he surged into her. “Uh-huh,” she agreed, wordless in her ecstasy.
Searing pleasure consumed her and burned along her nerves.
She lost all track of time in the rhythm of the surge and retreat of his cock.
Nothing mattered but the rising pressure inside her that only he could release.
She cried out when he rammed deep and leaned over her, his tail coiling up her wrist and around her arm.
“Come all over my cock while I make you mine,” he said, in a voice that wouldn’t be denied. He bit the side of her neck hard, his teeth finally piercing her skin. White-hot pain shot through her as he reached between her legs to rub her clit.
She screamed as the orgasm ripped her open, exposing every bit of her to him.
He held his bite as she came apart under him.
Her body shuddered in his firm grip. Once she had calmed enough to heal the bite, he let go with a few final strokes of his tongue.
He eased his hold on her, but his tail and his hands slid gently over her skin, as if he couldn’t get enough of touching her.
“Should I set it?”
He pressed his lips to the marks that she’d left behind. “That’s up to you. If you don’t, I’ll be compelled to keep biting you whenever they disappear.”
She shivered, her body tightening around his still-hard cock where it stretched her.
He nuzzled into her skin with a contented murmur. “Feels like you enjoy the sound of that as much as I do.”
“I do,” she said, turning to look up at him. “There’s just one thing I want more than that now. To taste you.”