Chapter Seven #2
His middle and ring finger pushed inside, deep and rough, working my G-spot with firm, relentless pressure, making every nerve in my body light up again.
His other hand moved to my clit, circling, tapping, massaging, teasing me while his fingers fucked into me, every thrust making me gasp, arch, and lose myself all over again.
“Is that so? Damn baby, you don’t ever have to worry about this pussy being lazy anymore. I’m about to put it to work and she’s gonna do some long ass overtime.”
He thrust his two fingers in and out of my pussy, fucking me slowly while talking dirty in my ear.
“Knox…”
“I want this pussy to make so much juice you’ll feel empty. Then I’ll fill you up with my dick water, eh?” His voice was so gentle and possessive at the same time.
“Oh my… Fuck…” I whimpered.
“Look up.”
I lifted my head and looked at the ceiling, my eyes fluttering open.
My gaze met a mirror I hadn’t noticed earlier when I was nervously waiting for Knox.
The sight of us with his fingers between my legs, plunging in and out of my swollen pussy, stopped my breath.
I couldn’t shift my gaze from the filthy, almost obscene, view.
It felt so good seeing how one hand was working my clit with quick, sharp motions, while the other kept stroking my pussy.
I loved it so much, it made a fresh wave of pleasure roll through me.
I watched my legs tremble, my face twisted up in ecstasy, my body coming apart for him, for myself.
I saw a woman who wasn’t shy, wasn’t forgotten, but wanted, cherished, fucked open and worshipped until there was nothing left.
“See how you’re taking my fingers so well?” he said, his lips pressing to the side of my neck. “Taking me so good, baby. I can’t wait to fill this pussy with my dick… I want her to squeeze my dick just like she’s squeezing my fingers right now.”
“Oh God…”
My breath came hot and ragged, the pleasure climbing fast, too much to hold in.
“Fuck me, please, please, please...” I begged, with tears in my eyes.
“You ever heard the words ‘femme fontaine and fontaine de jouissance?’” His fingers sped up, thrusting deeper, hand slapping my clit just enough to make me shiver harder.
“Hmmm fuck… no,” I gasped, barely able to form the words.
“Femme fontaine, it’s the French expression for a woman who squirts under so much pleasure.
She releases ‘la fontaine de jouissance,’ that juice this pussy lets out when I fuck you like this.
” His voice was nasty and thick with hunger.
“Canada’s bilingual, baby. You thought I wasn’t going to fuck you in both languages? ”
He worked my clit harder, rougher, while his fingers fucked me deeper, rubbing my G-spot until I couldn’t breathe.
“Je veux une fontaine de jouissance, bébé. Je veux que cette chatte gicle pour moi.”
I want a fountain of juices. I want this pussy to squirt for me.
“I wanna see this pussy squirt, watch you soak this bed. That sticky mess dripping everywhere. Can you do that for me, baby?”
He sped up, hand flying over my clit, fingers thrusting as if he needed to ruin me.
His tongue slid into my ear, teasing my earlobe before whispering more dirty talk.
His voice was commanding and filled with heat.
My whole body was shaking. My thighs clenched.
My hips rolled up against his hand without control.
“Can you squirt for me, gorgeous? I want this pussy to squirt for me.”
His arm flexed, muscles hard beneath my skin as his hand pushed me harder, deeper.
I lost it, trembling everywhere, crying, begging, coming undone. “Oh my God, I… I can’t hold it anymore… I’m coming—”
“Yes, that’s it. Flood this bed. Give me everything. I want a fucking fountain.”
He slapped my clit, relentless, until something in me snapped. Pleasure broke and I let go—hot jets squirting out, soaking the sheets, soaking his hand, his arm, everything. I sobbed, my body shaking, mind blank, lost in the mess and the wild, filthy freedom of it.
Never in my life had I thought I could come that hard, lose my mind completely and let everything go. I felt drained, like he’d wrung out my soul and kept it in the palm of his hand.
“Tu es parfaite bébé… Look how good you look when you make such a mess. J’aime quand tu me donnes tout. I love it when you release all this just for me. You’re so perfect for me baby. So beautiful and perfect. Tu es tellement belle.”
Knox kept whispering filthy French and English words in my ear as he kissed my neck, his fingers still stroking my pussy, making me ride the aftershocks. I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. I fucking loved it. I loved what he turned me into.
“Oui… that’s it, baby. This pussy squirts so fucking good. Now you’re ready for this dick. You want it inside you?”
“Yes… Please… I want you…” I whimpered with tears on my cheeks, my whole body shaking.
“I’m going to fuck this pussy raw. You hear me? This is my shit, baby. This pussy belongs to me,” he claimed, still rubbing, still making me feel it.
“Hmmm… yes…”
I knew I should have asked him to wear a condom, but I was too far gone to care about any damn thing. I was dying soon anyway, so it didn’t matter if I caught anything. “I’m clean,” I managed to say.
He rolled me onto my side, lifted my leg, and I felt the heavy weight of his dick sliding against my entrance.
I was high, mind foggy from everything he’d just done to me, barely aware as he lined himself up, only realizing what was happening when I felt him thrust in.
The pain tore through me and I screamed, the sound ripping out of my chest.
“Fuck!!!”
My cry was so raw, so loud, he pulled out instantly. He flipped me onto my back, eyes searching, seeing the tears streaking down my face.
“Are you still a virgin?” he asked, his voice worried.
I just nodded, breathless, still hurting and unable to say a word.
“Fuck!!” he groaned furiously. “You’re a virgin and you decided to give this pussy to just any random guy? That’s fucked up!”
His jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed in anger.
But underneath the anger, I saw something wild in his eyes, something I couldn’t quite name, but it was in his whole body and consuming me at the same time.