Page 18 of He's Mine

I put my arms over her hips to hold her down and start rubbing her clit. I have to relax her muscles.

“What…uh, what are you doing, Whit?” She moans and strains against my touch. “Stop! Stop…I…”

Our eyes meet and I can see the fear and uncertainty…and pleasure in her eyes.

“I…please…I can’t…Oh God! I’m going to…embarrass…”

Things start to come back to me, and I start to remember. Her crying out my name over and over again as I made her cum. The last time we were together when we dry humped, and I sprayed cum all over her pussy…and inside. Me eating her sweet pussy over and over until she passed out and then I ate her one more time before…I take a big breath as I remember cumming in her tightness, trying to stuff as much of me inside of her as I can without breaking her open fully. I remember thinking it was very important I didn’t go all the way in even though I definitely wanted to put the tip in so I could fill her full.

Her body arches off the bed and she cries out my name as her little body milks my finger. Then she falls back to the bed completely relaxed. I can now push my finger in until I find her innocence, still very much there, and slide it back out again. I do it quickly so I don’t get tempted to use my fingers to break the thin little band keeping me out of her.

I’m breathing hard like I just fucking made a run for my life, stiff as a fucking slab of granite and hungry for more of her since that sweet aroma has been teasing me this whole time.

“You still have it.”

My voice is gruff as hell and I watch as she opens her eyes and finds mine.

“You…you could feel it? It…”

“Fuck!” her eyes widen at my word as she takes a shaky breath, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Whit…?”

And I’m on her. Pushing her legs up and open, shouldering her thighs wider with my shoulders and burying my face in her pussy. I start tonguing her clit and sucking the sweet cream she’s already given me because of my fingers.

“Oh God! Oh God! Whit…Whit…I…oh my God, I’m cumming!”

She floods my mouth, marks my face, and sinks her nails into my shoulder. I rise up above her - hot, hard, and bare. Wearing her cum on my face like a badge of honor, I lose all sense of right and wrong, of leaving her alone and letting things settle down between the two of us. All I can see, think, breathe, or touch is Kat. She’s everywhere around me. And I’m just not strong enough to stay away any longer.

Chapter Sixteen

Kat

I feel him above me and gasp as things come back to me from last night, or more like earlier today in the darkest hours of the morning. Flashes of me riding his face, my hips dancing back and forth on his tongue so he can tongue fuck me harder - his idea, my privilege. Letting him do dirty, sexy things to me and me loving all of them.

“Wh…what are you doing, Whit?”

“You told me I could take what I wanted from you last night. Do you remember that? Do you remember telling me that, sweetheart?”

“Y…yes.”

“You told me I could take it all if I wanted it.”

“Oh God!” I remember. I remember all but begging him to fuck me as hard and as fast as he could.

His cock is running through my channel hitting my clit on every glide.

"Well kittycat, I want it all! I want everything you will give me."

“Oh…” He keeps going, getting faster and faster. All I can do is hold onto him. I wrap my arms and legs around him, knowing I am going to cum again. Hard!

My hips start following him. Until they jerk the wrong way at the wrong time. His dick notches at my entrance, which has been made slick and ready by the man on top of me. And then he slips in.

I cry out his name. “Whit…oh Whit…you, um…!”

He doesn’t stop or even slow down as his hips push forward and more of his dick is pressed inside of me. We both feel him hit my hymen buried deep inside of me. I moan and tighten up around him.

“God, God, baby. I…I can’t…I need a minute and then I’ll pull out. Just…a minute right here.”

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