“Fuck,” I gasped as he began to fuck me faster and harder with his finger.
“Is this mine, Kaylee?” he asked, continuing.
“Yes!” I screamed without thought as he slid a second finger into me. At that moment, I was his. All his.
My pussy stretched even more the deeper his second finger explored my pussy.
“Remember the safeword?” he asked, standing up but keeping his fingers inside me.
My heart skipped several beats in response to his question. I was unsure of what was about to happen. Moments ago, I had tossed the safe word out of my mind because I was caught up in bliss. Now, he was reminding me of thestopbutton.
“Yes,” I whispered, leaving worry behind me.
“Don’t worry,” he ran his free hand, slowly and gently down my cheek, “you’re still in control.”
“I am?”
It seemed silly that he would think I was in control. He was the one torturing my body with pleasure and controlling how I moved and what I said. Wouldn’t that put him in control?
“Yes,” he nodded. “The moment you say the safe word, I stop. No questions. No complaints. No continuation of what I’m doing. I stop. You’re in control. Understood?”
His voice was tender, but the look in his eyes was filled with dominance. It was like he was repeating himself in unspoken words. It was a look filled with a firm demand. He wanted me to fully understand his words and to not hold back, if I needed to use the safe word.
I took a deep breath and let his words fully sink in before giving him my answer.
“I understand, sir,” I nodded. Gerald gave me a wicked grin.
“You please me, Kaylee,” he leaned down and kissed me.
The taste of my pussy coated his tongue. It was a taboo taste. A taste I never thought would turn me on. But it did. Him kissing me passionately after giving my pussy pleasure with his mouth drove me wild. It pushed me closer to my climax.
My tongue explored Gerald’s mouth while my hands ran all over every inch of him that I could reach. The need I felt for him earlier was nothing in comparison to this moment. My cheeks warmed. Unfamiliar waves of pleasure coursed through my body.
“Mine,” Gerald growled then nipped at my bottom lip. I whimpered briefly before an orgasm ruptured from Gerald fingering my pussy fast and hard. I couldn’t have contained my orgasm even if I had tried.
“Gerald! Gerald!” My screams echoed off the walls of his kitchen. “Fuck!”
I moaned, begged, and whimpered as another orgasm hit my body. I clawed at his back and kissed him like my life depended on it.
“You’re soaking wet, Kaylee,” Gerald moaned against my lips. The pace of his fingers continued. He worked my pussy as though he owned it. “Is this wetness for me?”
“Ye--” My body quaked. My back arched and my head fell back as an even more intense orgasm shook through my body.
I screamed Gerald’s name so loud that I was sure the neighbors were going to call the cops. My nails dug into his skin, I knew Gerald would have scars from me. And I didn’t give a damn. He could use the safe word if he didn’t like it.
“Good, girl,” Gerald said, slowly pulling his fingers out of me. I wanted to whimper in protest, but I was too busy moaning and trying to catch my breath. Gerald looked down at me and grinned. “Feel good?”
I couldn’t speak so I hoped he’d settled for a nod.
“Am I the first man to taste you?” he asked, gently rubbing my clit. I bucked against his touch and he moved his hand. He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked the fingers he had fucked me with.
“Oh, my,” I forced out in a hushed tone. “That’s sexy.”
“Are my fingers the first fingers to stretch your pussy and feel you come?” he asked me, making me bite my bottom lip.
Do my own fingers count?
“Besides your own fingers?” he smirked as though he had read my mind.
