Without warning, I slipped two fingers deep inside her pussy.
"Fuck!" she screamed, pulling back away from my cock.
"Keep sucking. No one told you to stop."
Chapter Nine
Giselle
It was like someone lit a torch deep inside me. The butterflies and nerves I had felt earlier were gone. A primitive need filled me now.
I moved my hips, greedily needing more of his fingers.
"Feel good, baby?" Kian asked, smirking down at me. Cocky bastard.
"Yes, sir," I whispered, then lowered my mouth back down onto his cock. My mouth stretched to accommodate his size.
Fuck he was huge.
I never imagined my first time giving head would be to a man of Kian’s size. Now all I could do was thank my lucky stars that I had watched lots of porn and listened to my old stripping co-workers talk about their sex lives. If it weren't for those two things, I wouldn't have a fucking clue how to please the sex god in front of me.
Kian thrust his fingers inside my pussy deep and hard. My tits bounced from the force. A cry of pleasure and pain left me and filled the room.
"Fuck!" Kian growled before thrusting his cock deep down my throat. My throat tightened, my eyes watered and I fought the urge to pull back.
Kian withdrew his cock all the way to the tip, allowing me a chance to catch my breath. But his fingers showed me no mercy.
"Kian!" I begged not knowing what exactly I needed him to do.
My pussy throbbed and squeezed around his fingers each time. One of my hands gripped the comforter while my other hand stroked Kian’s dick. I needed to please him as much as he was pleasing me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please, what?”
“Please, sir,” I corrected myself.
“No.” He shook his head and slid another finger deep inside me. I rolled onto my back. My back arched off the bed. My head tilted back and screams of pleasure erupted from me. “Tell me what you need from me.”
“Your cock! I need your cock!” I bucked wildly against the bed with need. My fingers gripped the blankets beneath me, from fear of digging my nails deep into Kian.
“You ready for me to stretch that beautiful pussy of yours?” Kian asked, sliding his fingers from me. I whimpered in protest. He looked down at me and smirked.
“Kian, please!” I growled at him, when he didn’t move between my thighs. “Give me your cock, now.”
I spread my legs wide and rubbed my clit with two fingers. Kian watched my hand like a hawk. He gripped his cock and stroked it several times before moving to where I wanted him.
He lifted my legs up against his chest and moved to where the tip of his cock now pressed against my pussy. My heart raced, butterflies filled my stomach, and I trembled with anticipation.
“Remember the word?” Kian asked, looking down at me. I nodded. “Words, Giselle. I need your words.”
“Yes,” I nodded. “I remember the word.”
“You’re in control of this so you can say--”
“Fuck me already!” I snapped at him, surprising him and myself.
“Yes, ma’am,” he winked. I held back a giggle.
