Chapter 38 Stan #2
Her eyes flared at the warning, one I brought to fruition by letting her soar, only to spank her again before she could tumble over. Wanting her to feel the sting of pain, the burn of discipline, that way she could embrace the sweet, sweet pleasure that only I could dole out.
“Why do you make me feel like this? My skin is too tight—” She shoved herself into the pillow, head digging into the softness, spine arching as she danced to my tune. “Too good, too good.”
“Not sure anything is good enough for you, duci. This little slit is so fucking hot for me.” I pumped a finger inside her to punctuate the words.
“Feel how wet you are. For me. So ready for my cock. Such a good girl. For me.” She relaxed her pussy as I slipped another digit into her.
“Go on, clench around me.” I hissed as she did.
“You’ve no idea what it feels like when that’s my dick. ”
“S-Stan, can I have— Are you hard? Please, say you are. Please. Oh, god. It’s not enough. I need you. You. Your cock. Please!”
I shifted my hold on her, grabbed my dick, then pressed it to her clit. “What do you think, baby girl? Am I hard? You be the judge.”
“Oh, fuck. Can I have it? Please!”
“Where do you want it? Don’t you already have it?” I taunted.
“My pussy!”
“I was going to eat you out. Let you hear me moan for real—”
“Anything! Please. Fuck, I—”
“You were a tease this morning,” I rumbled, lips quirking as her voice faded, words turning into breathy gasps as she sought a release I controlled. “Waking me up like that. I think that’s the only wake-up call I’ll accept in the future.”
Her gaze turned desperate, pupils flared wide as she pleaded with me. “Please, please, please.”
I pulled my fingers from her pussy, then rubbed the tip of my shaft over her folds, gathering her slickness for myself.
I was only semi-hard, but that would probably make it easier on her anyway.
Leaning on my side, I pumped my cock into her, able to thrust it deeper with more ease.
She still wailed as I filled her. But I swiftly realized why—it was so much more intense than I expected in this position. Our legs scissored and splayed, my groin burrowed tightly between her thighs, our torsos brushing.
My dick quickly went from half-mast to aching with how badly I needed to fill her with my cum.
Over and over and over again.
Our brows kissed as I settled in for the long haul, letting me feel hers furrow under the strain. Our skin cleaved, broken only by the fingers she burrowed between us.
Toying with her nipples, I looked down so I could watch her touch herself.
I took a mental note of how her caresses were rougher than mine and her strokes brisker. To the point. Years of practice had made it easy for her, and I intended to learn how to strum her like she was a musical instrument.
I’d practice until she sang every time I neared her.
Pumping my hips, I snagged her other thigh and widened it so I could press closer, slide in deeper, fill her fully. I wanted her to feel me in the back of her throat, to know the brand of my cock tomorrow morning.
“Use your words, Kitty. How badly do you want to come?”
She released a garbled cry.
Panting, I growled. “Don’t make me ask again.”
“I’m so close. So close. How… I don’t. This is crazy. Oh, my god. You’re—”
“Come for me, duci. Let go. I wanna see it. I need to watch you fly. I have to feel you squeeze the cum out of me until you’re coated in my seed. Drenched in me.”
Feeling her tight, little pussy choke on my cock, I joined her by biting the inside of my cheek as I fought the urge to blow my load.
Honestly, this cunt of hers was too good. I felt like a teenager again, except this wasn’t some prostitute my dad had figured would be a smart way to shed my virginity with.
This was my angel.
And, Gésu, she came like a dream.
Clutching and clinging, those perfect pussy walls literally demanded I explode with her.
I fucked her through her orgasm, hissing when she turned her head and bit my shoulder. Hard enough to leave a mark. The pain of it, the sheer rawness of the gesture, that wildness in her triggered my own release.
Then, she blew my mind by swirling her fingers around our joining. I could feel her drag my cum up to her clit, playing with it, teasing me as well as herself.
That we were fucking raw was something I’d never have imagined wanting but still craved more than my next breath.
I wanted nothing between Kitty and me. Ever.
I pressed my lips to hers, savoring the comedown, relishing in the soft pressure of her mouth, tasting us, celebrating in our union. Slowly, gradually, my cock tumbled from her pussy, but still we kissed.
At that moment, I realized my grief had been shoved aside.
She took up every inch of my cerebral real estate.
Her scent. Her flavor. Her curves. Her touch. Her wit.
Kitty enchanted me by consuming me from the inside out.
But of course, the world refused to leave us alone for long.
As I was making love to her mouth, outside our room, I heard a shriek.
“You gave me shit for Miguel and you were about to get down and dirty with bikers?! And why the fuck didn’t you take me with you?! BITCH!”
Kitty sagged against the pillow, her lips drifting from mine to whisper, “I’ve often asked—” Kiss. “—my mother why she—” Kiss. “—didn’t stop after me.”
That she wanted this moment to end as little as I did was a given. “I’m the baby of my family so I can’t judge them.”
“Ugh, the baby. That explains a lot.” Though she pulled away, she softened it by shooting me a wink then scuttled off the bed. Yanking on her clothes from last night, she stomped over to the door, pulled it open, and screeched, “SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!”
“Ha! SLEEP?!” was Neev’s blazing riposte. “The only reason I’m awake is because of how loud you two were sleeping.”
“Shut up, Neev.”
“I’d like to. You two are pains in my ass. There was a party last night that I didn’t go to on the express orders of the same man it sounded like you were sucking off, and this one over here decides to gate-crash without me! What the fuck? Are we even sisters?!”
“How did you sleep through the party?” Raisin countered with an unapologetic side eye, but from the strain in her expression, her hangover was brutal. “It’s not my fault you refused to wake up when I literally dragged you off the bed to join in!”
“It’s going to be a long one,” I muttered to myself as I snagged her hand and whispered in her ear, “It’s one thing for them to know what we were doing, gattaredda, another for them to smell it.
” Right on cue, her cheeks pinged a bright, hot pink and she dropped back a step, making a swift retreat to the bedroom.
“Let’s shower and we can face the day together. What do you say?”
She hauled me into the bathroom, which was precisely the answer I needed…