He doesn’t respond. He does undo my shorts, slowly pulls them down. I lift my hips, letting him remove them completely. “Thank you, Princess.”
The nickname I normally hate has a different effect on my body in this moment.
He pushes his thumb against my clit over my underwear and slowly rubs as his lips find mine again. My pussy clenches around nothing. I moan into his mouth and shift my hips. Our kiss breaks, and he adds more pressure.
“Rhys.”
“I love the way you say my name.” Then he bends down and kisses over my sensitive bundle of nerves. “I can smell how wet you are for me. You want me to fill your greedy cunt with my thick cock.”
God he’s so crass, and I love it. This is a side of Rhys I’ve never seen. Just as he hooks his fingers in the elastic band of my underwear it dawns on me.
“Wait Rhys, no, I haven’t shav?—”
He laughs; well, it’s more a chuckle. Embarrassment floods my system, and just when I’m about to close my legs and call this a mistake, he stops. Holds my legs open and says, “As if I give a fuck.”
Then with both hands, he rips my underwear off me. I don’t have any time to process what happened because his face is once again between my thighs.
Falling back on the table, my hand runs through his hair, as he licks along my slit. From ass to clit. Over and over. When he gets to my clit, he sucks it in his mouth then quickly releases it with a pop.
My hips raise off the table as I moan, “Oh fuck.”
He encases my clit once more in his lips and sucks. I can’t help but lean my head back, arching my back off the table when he inserts two of his thick fingers. He pumps his fingers in and out of me. Releasing my clit, he curls his fingers and reaches a spot I never knew existed.
“If you’re going to take me, I need you nice and wet. Drenched. So come Princess, come all over my hand.”
Rhys continues to work his fingers in me, thumb circling my clit, while exposing one of my breasts. I release my hold on his hair as he moves up my body to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucks and pulls back. It nears on painful, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he lets go with an audible pop. It somehow heightens the pain, which triggers my release.
“Rhys, I…” My legs snap closed around his hand; my hips roll on their own accord as the muscles of my cunt pulse around his fingers. My cum coats his hand, like he asked for.
I watch in fascination as he slowly removes his fingers from my clinging body, and places them in his mouth sucking on them until I’m certain there is no trace of me left. He hums his approval. “Perfect.”
Then in sure movements he is undoing his pants. Freeing his cock. I rest on shaky elbows. As soon as I see what is in his hand, my eyes widen as I take in the sheer magnitude of it. I swallow, “What are those?”
“Oh these?” He runs the tip of his finger up over the silver balls that run along the top of his dick. “You’ll see.”
“Rhys, I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
He steps forward so there is barely any room between us while once again chuckling, “It will, trust me.”
Trust him? Me, trust Rhys?
“Lay back down, Princess. Let me take care of you.”
Doing as I’m told I lay back, the head of his cock nudges my entrance, “Protection?”
“I’ll pull out.”
I nod. “Okay.”
There I go trusting him again.
“I have six bars, count them for me.”
He lines the plush head of his cock with my entranceand slowly pushes forward; my pussy takes the head of his cock. Then I feel the first barbell, “One.”
The deeper he gets, the more I stretch. “Two.”
“Good girl, Princess.”
