13 Lick These Off (1/2)
He leans down and lets it rest on my belly. I have never felt one of these before, never known how very hard and hot they are. Then he draws back, and lets the length of it slide down between my thighs. His cock is much longer than my pussy. I can see the big head of it rubbing back and forth, and I can feel it as it catches my clit.
He drops his hips back further, and I feel it pressing at the little hole at the entrance of my body. It is too big. When he urges forward, nothing happens. He may as well be trying to push a cow through a keyhole.
”You are such a tight girl,” he rumbles, one hand stroking my hair, the other at my breast. He is being more gentle than I thought he would, but the fact remains my pussy can't take him.
He keeps his cock there anyway, rubbing and caressing my body with his rough hands.
”This fuck hole is going to spread for me,” he tells me in a throaty mutter. ”You're going to wrap that tight little cunt around me.”
His words are brutal and scary, but I can feel them doing something to me. The tingling in my clit is growing, the warm sensation between my thighs is growing. And his cock is sliding between my lips again, back and forth, the head bumping against the little bud over and over again.
”I hate you,” I whisper as his lips descend on mine again, his kiss claiming my mouth.
”I know,” he growls against my lips. ”You're a wild thing. You don't know what it is you need. You don't know what you were made for. But this pussy was made to take cocks, and this belly was made to swell with seed and bring new life. That's what you're for, wild girl.”
It seems to me that his cock is getting slippery. Do cocks do that? His dick is definitely gliding back and forth much more easily now. He arches back, the head finds my hole again, and this time it pushes in just a little.
”Oh, my!”
I cling to his arms as he chuckles darkly. ”That's right, wild girl. Your pussy is opening up for me. You're wet.”
”I'm not wet. You are.”
He smirks and draws back, leaving me without the touch of his cock. Kneeling between my legs, he swipes his fingers up the seam of my lips, then pushes those same fingers into my mouth.
”Taste yourself,” he orders. ”Those are your fuck juices. That's what you taste like when you want to be taken.”
I bite down. My teeth catch his fingers sharply. He curses and the other big hand comes down between my thighs with a swift slap right to my pussy.
”Ow!” I scream and cry out, but there's no respite now. The hand that was in my mouth wraps around my throat. The other continues to whip my pussy, his fingers slapping my slit over and over again, making me buck and wail.