Page 114 of Princess Avenged

He releases my nipple. “You like that, baby?” His fingers widen inside me, and I gasp. “Do you want me to kiss you anywhere else?”

“Yes. Yes. Kiss me everywhere. Kiss me wherever you want.”

His expression darkens as he looks up into my eyes, and then he releases my wrists and shifts further down. He parts the folds at the top of my sex, and his lips latch over my clit.

“Oh!” I grab onto his hair, holding him, stroking him, as his tongue circles my nub, not quite touching it.

Luxuriously slowly, his tongue laps around my most sensitive place, and his pumping fingers slow their pace too.

He’s just using two now, but they’re going deeper. He curls them, he twists them, he splits and slides them against each other, constantly changing their phallic shape inside me. I feel like I’ve been cresting on the edge of a climax I can’t reach, so I stop trying.

The aqua light from the pool is shimmering on the blue tiles above me, and I feel as if I’m floating. Floating on an ocean created by Crusher for the sole purpose of delivering me pleasure.

His lips lift off my sex. “Can you come for me, baby? Will you do that for me?” His mouth is so close, the air stimulates my clit almost as much as his tongue did.

“Yes,” I say. “Help me come. Please.”

Raising his head, he grins, his eyes darkened with lust. “Since you asked so nicely.” He latches onto my clit and sucks, as his fingers inside me quicken their pace.

I explode. If this pleasure ever ends, I’ll be shocked to discover I’m still in the room, if I’m still on the planet. And still, he continues to apply suction as the speed and force of his thrusts accelerate, pushing against my contractions that fight to draw his fingers deeper inside me.

“Good job, baby,” he whispers against my pubic hair. “You’re doing such a good job. You’re so brave. I think you might even be ready to try my cock now.” His gaze rises to meet mine, and I’m shocked to find a genuine question, a hint of vulnerability inside his confidence and commanding lust.

“Do you think I’m ready?” I drag my teeth over my lip, wondering if this is what he wants from me—the unsure, near virgin he first met, the one who’d never felt sexual pleasure, who’d certainly never had a huge cock deep inside her. “You’re so big”

His eyes show he likes my response, and his fingers spread apart as they slide slowly inside me. Then his fingers slip out, and he tastes them, his expression showing me how much he enjoys it.

Then his other fist grabs his cock, and all the air goes out of my chest as he holds it in front of me.

“Ready or not, my cock wants to taste your sweet juices.”

I gasp, and my insides pound and throb, simultaneously recovering from his thick fingers, while anticipating the fullness of his cock. My legs are bent, my feet on the chaise, and he’s still got one foot on the floor, the other kneeling. And the sight of his stiffness fills me with awe.

Will I ever get used to seeing his size? I don’t need to roll play that reaction. Engorged with his blood, it’s many shades darker than the rest of his body and the head is glistening, already leaking his seed.

His fist slides up and down his shaft, and the head seems frustrated, like it doesn’t like to be teased and plans to take its anger out inside me.

“You sure you can take all this girth, baby?” Crusher asks.

“I…I want to try.”

“That’s my brave warrior.” He strokes me, as he shifts his position. “I know I’m too big for your little body, but you’re brave enough to do this for me. For us both.”

He lifts my legs, folding me in two as he shifts forward. My body presses against the back of the chaise, as he rests my legs against his shoulders, and positions himself at my entrance. The size now feeling impossibly big.

My insides are clenching, pulsing with anticipation that’s now joined with fear. All this role playing has me wondering whether I can survive his girth. I’ve had Crusher inside me before, but all this preamble, the feeling of him pressing against me, has left me questioning that truth.

And this will be our first time since we admitted our love. Surely that will feel different.

His hips swivel as he adjusts his position; his hands rise to brace my legs; and then, looking deeply into my eyes, he drives himself forward.

“Oh, ah.” Pain vacates all the breath from my chest.

He pauses, just inside me. His lips are open, his eyes full of pleasure. “That’s a good girl.” His voice is tight. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you can take all of me inside you.”

“I want to,” I say, nearly breathless. “I can do it.”

“Do this?” He pushes forward, and I gasp at the overwhelming sensations as he slides in another few inches, stretching me beyond belief.

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