“I hate you,” she repeated her last statement. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
I was.
But only because I wanted her very, very wet. And very ready to take me.
I wasn’t small by any means, and this being her first time meant it was already going to be uncomfortable for her.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “Totally teasing me on purpose.” She groaned when I pressed just the tips of both fingers inside of her.
She was tight.
Too tight.
Meaning that I’d have to do more to make sure that she could take me.
Bringing both fingers to my lips, I sucked them clean, nearly groaning at the taste of her on my tongue.
“Are you licking your fingers?” she whispered, sounding breathless and curious.
“Yes.” I pulled them both free, then notched one at her entrance again—after dragging it from the tip of her seam all the way down to my target.
She was wet.
But still a single finger slowly working inside of her felt almost too tight.
Yet, the moment I was buried to the webbing, she started to pulse around me, letting me know that she liked the way I felt inside of her.
“Not enough,” she whispered.
I curled my finger inside of her, feeling for that squishy bit of flesh inside of her that hid her G-spot.
“Ohhh,” she breathed, my dick responding to the need in her voice, to the point where I was so hard that I felt like I might snap directly in half. “That’s good.”
I knew it was good.
Why did I know? Because the moment that I started to work that bit of flesh, her pussy started to flood my finger.
I pulled out, then thrust it back inside of her, over and over again until she was practically squirming and cursing, needing to come.
“Please,” she whispered, making my dick pulse with need. “You’re killing me.”
I wasn’t killing her.
I was working her closer and closer to the edge until I knew that she’d be on the teetering point.
One finger moved to two on the next slide inside of her, causing her to hiss in a breath.
“You have really large fingers,” she breathed as I was pulling my cock out over the top of my sweats.
I searched for one of her hands with my free one and pulled her hand down to my cock, and she cursed as she wrapped her hand around it.
“That’s three times the size of your fingers.” She sounded intrigued, but also a little bit nervous.
I didn’t say anything as she slowly worked what she could reach of my shaft without moving away from my exploring fingers that were now doing that curling bit again.
“Ohh,” she moaned as she squeezed the tip of my cock, causing a spot of precum to gather on the tip. “You’re making me want.”
That was exactly what I was trying to do—make her so crazy for me that by the time I caused her pain, she wouldn’t give a fuck.