Her hand moved up my inner thigh, and she cupped my balls, massaging them and making them draw up as my release started to build.
The room was filled with the sounds of slurping, gagging, my heavy breathing, and gasps when I’d get too close. The last thing I was expecting from her was a finger to explore my ass, but that’s exactly what she did.
“Fuck, Evie,” I rasped. Since I was too occupied to notice earlier, I had no clue what was going on until she slipped in, knuckle deep.
I hadn’t ever been too much into ass play in the past, but there was something about her doing it that pushed me over the edge.
I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The release was instant.
I fisted her hair as I pulled her down my shaft until the tip of my cock was buried deep in her throat.
The strongest orgasm I’d ever had overtook me. My entire body erupted in tingling, and I forgot how to breathe. I jutted my hips up as I spilled myself in her throat, and even though I know it had to have been painful for her. She couldn’t breathe with her choking on my cock, but she didn’t try to pull away either. She let me drain every last drop until I had nothing left.
I was weak from that strong of a release, and the moment my entire body relaxed, she pulled back, gasping for air. Her eyes were full of tears, her long black lashes matted. Her lips were red and swollen, and my come coated them and was dripping down her chin. Her chest was heaving, her lungs finally getting the oxygen she needed, and her pink nipples were rock hard, from fear, excitement, I wasn’t sure. But there was one thing that I was sure of. She was dripping wet with excitement. Just running my eyes over her body led me to the glistening arousal that was running down her thighs.
“Were you playing with yourself while you were sucking me off?” It hit me then. Her finger wasn’t wet from the spit coating my balls. She used her own excitement to slide into me.
“Wa—was that not allowed?” She gave me a nervous, bashful look that almost undid me again. I loved that fucking look on her face. Delicate. Sweet. Oh, so fucking Evie.
I chuckled. “Oh, Evelyn… You’ll be the death of me. Do you know that?”
She didn’t answer, but I didn’t expect her to.
“You’re in big trouble. You did the one thing I told you not to. Now I have no choice but to punish you. Is that what you wanted? To be punished?”
She widened her eyes at me, worry painting her pretty face.
I grasped her chin. “It’s okay if you like to be punished, Evie. I enjoy it also.” I kissed her, dipping my tongue into her mouth to taste myself on her. I loved that she swallowed every dropI pumped into her. I loved that she was no longer pure and perfect. She was dirty, tainted, and only by me.
My hand moved from her jaw to her throat, and I broke our kiss. “Get on the bed.”
She got up and crawled onto the bed, leaving me to follow her.
“Lie back.”
When she did, I climbed up onto the foot of the bed. “Now, spread your legs for me.”
Slowly, she spread them, but I could see her muscles twitching beneath her skin. Her knees were shaking, and she was fighting every instinct to close them.
I liked that. I liked the uncertainty. The nervousness. The fear.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” I commanded softly.
She bit down on her lower lip, and I watched as she slowly trailed her hand down her chest, over her stomach, and between her legs. She thrust a finger deep within herself, coating it. Then she slid it out and up to her clit where she began to rub against her nub. Her eyes closed, and her back arched.
“Open your eyes.”
They popped open and landed on me. Her cheeks burned hotter.
“Are you embarrassed?”
She bit her lower lip. “I’m scared.”
“Why are you scared?”
“What if I’m doing it wrong?”
“Does it feel good?”
