8. Casper #4
Her hand is wrapped around my cock, and I’m throbbing in her grip. I’m struck still, a thousand nerve endings shocking my core all at once, sending explosions of pleasure through my body.
Fucking hell.
“You open your mouth to say anything other than please and fucking thank you, and I’ll never let you finish,” I growl, my face an inch from hers.
She nods eagerly, sliding her hand along my shaft. Even if she wants to be the world’s biggest brat right now, she’s at least restraining herself.
Releasing her jaw, I reach down and grab the crook of her knee, hiking her leg up and finding out just how very flexible she is as I secure it around my hip. She moves her hands, grabbing the tops of my shoulders for balance, her back barely resting against the bookshelves behind her.
Fisting my cock with my left hand, I tease her center, up and down her core. She gasps as I slap it against her clit, her head tipping back against one of the shelves.
“Beg me for it.”
My right hand digs into her hip, securing her body in place against mine in case her leg starts to quiver or shake too much.
“P-ple—” She cuts herself off, a smirk on her lips as she meets my eyes.
I line myself up with her entrance, knowing the brattiness that’s inevitably coming.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll go find someone who will—”
I thrust up into her, hard and unyielding, stretching her inch by inch until I’m buried inside her tight pussy that’s struggling to relax around me. Her eyes are in the back of her head, and her jaw is hanging open, those sharp claws digging into my skin.
Straightening her neck, she bites down on her bottom lip. “What? Is that all you’ve go—”
Cutting her off, I slide out to the tip before pulling her hips down and thrusting up simultaneously. Once. Twice. Three times, until she’s no longer in control of her whimpers and moans.
“So, I have to fuck you into obedience? Is that it?” I rear back and slam into her, her body and tits rocking from the force. She’s putty in my hands, molding to my every desire.
“Yes, please,” she whines, her face flushed and upturned with pleasure. “Please don’t stop.”
I grunt, feeling her core tighten with each thrust. She’s close now, and so am I. But I want her to remember the first time I fucked her for the rest of our lives, which means she can’t come yet. Not until she wants it more than she wants to breathe.
I fight my own release, pushing her to the edge over and over again as she begs and pleads. She’s heaven, wrapped around me. And I can’t hold back much longer.
“Oh my fucking God!” she cries and squeals, her beautiful eyes and mouth twisted with frustration and agony, desperate for release. “Please, please, please, please, please! I’ll be good!”
I was barely holding it together before she started begging me. And now, I feel sweat dripping down my temple, knowing for certain that I’m falling apart.
Grabbing a candle from the shelves beside us, I order her, “Open your eyes.”
My hips are still moving, slowly but surely, as I feel every warm ridge inside her. Her gaze finds me, flicking to the candle I’m now holding between us.
Without warning, I tip it, letting the hot wax fall onto her chest, beading down her tits. She gasps, writhing in my grip. But I continue, watching the wax trickle down her stomach.
Fucking hell, the image of my cock filling her up, warm wax flushing her skin—it’s almost too much. Sliding my hand around her throat and down over the wax, I massage it into her skin, pounding into her over and over as the world around us completely fades away.
“Oh God, please. I can’t take it anymore. I need to—”
Tighter and tighter, she clenches around me, and stars appear in my eyes. I’m seconds from exploding, and so is she.
Being inside her is a new kind of pleasure I didn’t know existed until now. I’m not sure I ever want to leave. We could live like this, right? Buried to the hilt?
“Come on, baby. Give it to me.” Deep and ragged, my voice demands her orgasm, and for once in her life, she obeys.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers, her nails sinking into my shoulders, and I swear she’s drawing blood. But I don’t fucking care. If anything, it only makes it hotter.
Mark me. Scar me. I’m yours.
Pulling out of her so I don’t fill her up with my cum, I drop to my ass, spin her around, and yank her hips back toward me, lifting my mask enough to latch my mouth on her hypersensitive clit as pleasure tears through her. Her ass is pressed against my face and fuck, I love every second of it.
Just because I’m coming doesn’t mean I can’t encourage the waves of her orgasm to continue.
She’s soaking, sweet and delicious as I breathe her in, my tongue flicking her clit and lapping her dripping cunt.
She pushes harder against me and I let her guide me to my back until I’m flat on the floor, her knees straddling me.
Oh my God.
My right hand grabs my shaft, and two pumps later—
Holy shit.
She wraps her warm mouth around my tip as I fucking black out, an orgasm from another dimension tearing through time, space, and every cell in my body. I’m groaning and grunting into her pussy while coming in her mouth, and I can’t imagine a more perfect moment than this.
Time suspends as she pumps me, working every drop into her mouth until I’m completely drained. Eventually, she sits up and throws her leg over me, getting to her feet. I quickly pull my mask back down and prop myself up on my hands.
She starts to walk away, but I lash out, grabbing her thigh and pulling her back toward me, helping her down to my level, her legs straddling me and her pussy dripping between the lower mounds of muscle on my abs, her back crazing my dick.
There’s a good chance I’m actually levitating off of the ground right now from how perfect this night has been.