Part 32 (2/2)
Maggie's bottom was still sore from his earlier punishment. She closed her mouth quickly and shook her head.
”Didn't think so,” Kor growled. ”Good, then-come here.”
He had finished arranging a pillow behind his back and he was leaning against the headboard, waiting for her.
Maggie crawled over to him, uncertain of what he would do next. But all Kor did was pat his lap, indicating that she should straddle him. He had taken the trousers all the way off and his hard c.o.c.k stood up between his thighs, clearly ready for her.
”C'mere, sweetheart.” His deep voice was gentle as he pulled her to him. ”Come close to me. I want to feel you near.”
Maggie scooted up and gasped as she felt his thick shaft slip between her slippery c.u.n.t lips.
”Oh!” she whispered, looking down between them. His c.o.c.k wasn't in her-not yet-but the long shaft was pressed right between her naked p.u.s.s.y lips, sliding against her wet folds and rubbing against her sensitive c.l.i.t. The broad head was pointed at her, a pearly drop of prec.u.m beading at its tip.
”Look at that,” Kor murmured, thrusting a little so that his shaft slid up and down against her c.l.i.t. ”Love to watch your sweet little c.u.n.t slide against my c.o.c.k. Love to feel you against me, blondie.”
Maggie liked it too. In fact, it was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen and she could barely take her eyes away. But when she did, she looked up and saw Kor looking at her. Not at the erotic sight taking place between them but just at her-he was gazing at her face as though he was trying to memorize it, as though he wanted to remember her forever.
”Kor?” she whispered.
”Master,” he corrected automatically but his deep voice was hoa.r.s.e. ”Call me Master because I'm about to f.u.c.k you, Maggie. I'm about to f.u.c.k you and it's not your fault.”
”This way, though?” Maggie asked softly, indicating their position. ”I thought you'd want me on my, um, on my back. Why this?”
”I want you on top for two reasons,” Kor rumbled. ”First because you're tight and you'll have better control this way-you can take me in slowly and you won't get hurt.”
”And...and second?” Maggie prompted with a little gasp as he slid up and down, pressing against her c.l.i.t once more.
”Second I want to look into your eyes every minute I'm in you. I want to see it in your eyes when you come...and when you feel me coming inside you, filling you up. I want to tie you to me, Maggie and never let you go.”
”Oh, Kor...” She didn't know what to say. This time he didn't correct her and tell her to call him 'Master.' Instead he cupped her cheek and brought her forward for a long, slow kiss. When he finally let her go he looked into her eyes.
”Come on, sweetheart-I can't wait any longer to be inside you.”
”I...I want you in me too,” Maggie confessed. ”I can't help it, Kor-I want it so much.”
He shook his head. ”I told you, it's not your fault-it's the implant.”
”No,” Maggie protested. ”It's been quiet ever since I, uh, sucked you last night on the s.h.i.+p. It's not the implant, Kor...” She put a hand to his cheek, loving the feel of his rough stubble scratching against her palm. ”I want you,” she said quietly. ”I know it's wrong but I can't help it and I can't deny it. So let's stop pretending-let's just be honest and say how we feel.”
”Oh, sweetheart, if you only knew...” His voice was hoa.r.s.e but he shook his head, not finis.h.i.+ng.
”Knew what?” Maggie asked gently.
”Knew how I really feel.” He sighed. ”Never mind. We can stop pretending if you want, though I kind of like playing the lecherous master.”
”It is pretty hot,” Maggie admitted. ”I kind of like how you order me around.”
”How's this for an order then? Raise up on your knees and spread your p.u.s.s.y for me. I want to watch while my c.o.c.k slides into your tight little c.u.n.t.”
”G.o.d, Kor...” Maggie bit her lip and raised up on her knees as he had commanded.
”That's my good little slave girl.” He nodded. ”Now reach down and spread your p.u.s.s.y for me. Let me see the slippery pink inside. Show me where I'm going to put my c.o.c.k.”
”Yes, Master,” she whispered, playing along. Her cheeks were hot but she reached between her thighs willingly. Using her index and middle finger, she parted her p.u.s.s.y lips, putting her open c.u.n.t on display for him. ”Here it is-see?”
”G.o.ds...” Kor growled with l.u.s.t deep in his throat. ”That's f.u.c.king hot, sweetheart. I love it when you're submissive.”
”And I love to submit,” Maggie admitted softly. ”Please, Master...are you going to, you know, put it in me soon?”
”As soon as I drink this.” He reached for the small vial of milky fluid on the bedside table and popped off the seal. ”You didn't forget what this was all about, did you?” he asked, clearly seeing the surprised look on Maggie's face. ”You didn't forget I'm only f.u.c.king you to get rid of the implant?”
Maggie looked down. ”Is that...the only reason?”
”You know it's not,” he said roughly. Lifting the vial to his lips, he drank the solvent in two long swallows. ”It's just the easiest way to justify it,” he said and put the empty vial on the table. ”Come on, blondie-I need to be inside you.”
Maggie couldn't deny that she needed him in her as badly as he needed to be there. Putting one hand on his broad shoulder for balance, she began to lower herself down on him.
”Careful,” Kor said hoa.r.s.ely as the broad, plum shaped head rubbed against her slick folds and settled at the entrance to her p.u.s.s.y. ”Take it slowly, sweetheart. Don't want to hurt you.”
”You won't,” Maggie protested a little breathlessly but she could already feel his thickness stretching her and the head wasn't even all the way in yet.
”No, I won't because we're taking it slow,” Kor growled. ”Slow.”
Grasping her hips in both hands, he guided her down, working himself into her slowly and gently, one thick inch at a time.
Maggie held back a moan as she felt him slipping into her. G.o.d, he really was huge. She'd never had anything even half as big inside her and she began to wonder if he was actually going to fit or not.
”Take it easy, sweetheart,” Kor murmured. ”Don't tense up.”
Maggie realized that her body had been tightening involuntarily around him. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel her tension.
”Sorry, it's just...a lot more than I'm used to.”
”It's going to be all right, though,” Kor promised. ”You're wet enough to take me as long as you don't get scared and tighten up.”
”I'm...trying not to,” she whispered, but her hands on his broad shoulders were fisted with tension.
”Maybe if you watched,” Kor murmured. ”Lean back a little and look down, Maggie. Look down and watch me sliding into you. Watch my c.o.c.k filling your p.u.s.s.y.”
Maggie bit her lip and looked between their legs, just as he had said. A long sigh fell out of her as she took in the erotic sight. Here she was, straddling his lap with her legs spread and his thick shaft buried halfway inside her p.u.s.s.y, stretching her to the limit. She loved the sight of his thickness going into her...loved the feeling of him filling her. But even better was the look on Kor's face-he was watching her anxiously, trying to gauge her reaction, wanting to know that she was all right.
That isn't the expression of a guy just looking to get his rocks off and move on, whispered a little voice in her head. That look says he cares-cares a h.e.l.l of a lot, Maggie. Maybe more than he should-more than either of you should.
Maggie knew it was true but she couldn't think about it now. Just seeing that look on Kor's face-knowing that he cared so much, that he was being so careful not to hurt her-seemed to ease her inner tension and help her loosen up. As she watched, his long, thick shaft slid deeper into her and then, with one last thrust he was finally all the way in.
They both groaned as he finally bottomed out inside her and for a long moment, neither of them moved. Maggie closed her eyes for a second, getting used to the feeling, savoring the strange but delicious sensation of being so completely filled and stretched. At last Kor broke the silence.
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