Page 26 of Raw & Vulnerable

Minnie scoots her body down, closer to his hips. With a bit of daring, she arches her body, sliding herself against his turgid flesh. He stills almost instantly, shuddering. “Don’t. Please. Just…I can take you.” She bites her lower lip, disbelieving her own words, fixing them as she looks up at his torn expression. “I want to take you,” she says as firmly as she can.

“Why do you say shit like that to me.” It’s not even posed as a question; it sounds more like begging, a crack in his voice.

It makes her feel powerful, hearing the raw need in him.

In one quick movement, he grabs her hips and lifts them upward, towards his face. Minnie’s eyes close as a gasp of surprise pours from her lips. Oh. Oh. Histongue. She squirms in his tight grip, but she has no leverage.

His jaw works as he eats away at her, sending her into a state of oblivion. The noises he makes into her pussy make her just as wet as his tongue does, sliding in and out of her. He nibbles at her labia, causing her to squeal in a way that has him smirking against her sex deviously.

Gage plunges his fingers back inside, flexing, softening her along with his mouth. When he fucks with his tongue and his digits, Minnie scrabbles at his wrists, trying to get him to let her go, it’s all too much sensation.

He hums against her flesh, growling into her. The heat of it, the filth, she’s unraveling like a ball of string, ready to explode on his tongue.

“Gage-” her voice rises in pitch, on the edge, warning him.

He purrs against her, now on his belly on the bed, his hips working his cock against the sheets as he consumes her pussy. He wants her badly, oh so badly, even Minnie can tell by the way he humps into the mattress, the way he wants to thrust into her.

She knows he’s trying to get her loose, wants her to enjoy having him inside of her, but seeing the extent of his desire is sending her over the edge. The muscles in her legs tense almost painfully and her legs drift around his shoulders, caging him.

His tongue slides under her clitoral hood, finding her sensitive bud, flicking it softly.

Arching her back, she feels like a snapped cord as she comes undone, gushing against his mouth hopelessly as she moans louder than intended.

His lips leave her flesh, but his fingers press against her walls, against her nerves, hoarsely encouraging her to keep squeezing his fingers. “That’s it, cum for me, princess. You taste so sweet.”

“Oh, gosh-”

An embarrassing, wet noise reaches her ears, squelching around his fingers.

“Yeah, just like that. Nice and juicy.”

She whimpers, coming down from her high, her insides contracting weakly. Her legs feel like jelly, going loose on his shoulders.

He rises up over her, licking at her lips. He smells like her, musky, strangely enticing. “I’m goin’ to open you with my cock so good. It’s gonna be a tight fit, but-” He pauses, faltering slightly. “I want to go in raw…”

Minnie gives him a hazy, quizzical look.

He clarifies, fisting his cock. “I want to be in you without a rubber. Can we…can we do that? I never go without one…I’m clean…and well, I’m assumin’…”

That she’s clean as a whistle? Oh, yeah, she is. She’s on birth control as well, regulating her cycle. What’s the harm in it? She nods slowly, letting her eyes drift closed, but not before she sees the excitement in his expression at her agreement.

Barely having a second to catch her breath, Minnie feels the hot head of his cock rubbing against her swollen sex, hungry. He pushes and she can feel the smooth beads pressing against her entrance. The sensation is jarring and she wonders what they will feel like inside.

His cockhead slides a bit at her entrance, taking in her fluids. He sighs, watching himself rub his cock on her wet opening. “I love feelin’ you. Wet and hot on my dick. Nothin’ between us.”

Her stomach flips a bit, a tugging behind her navel.

Pressing a little harder, working with the slickness covering her, he grunts a bit, working his hips to push in. “Relax a bit. I’m gonna stroke you like a good girl. I’m not gonna jackhammer you.” He gives her a cocky, yet strained grin, attractive on his face. “Though, I’d like to.”

His hands caress her shaking thighs, like she’s an animal that needs to be soothed. Gage is a mountain over her, slowly weighing himself down, the muscles in his arms and shoulders taut. The skull on his neck is grinning down at her, grotesque, vicious.

Shifting her hips upward, Minnie tries to help his cock part her outer lips, feeling the impending stretch as he slowly settles inside, his cockhead breaching her. He groans, head thrown back, jaw clenched as if he’s in pain. He curses a bit, body shaking.

He’s trying not to slam into her, Minnie realizes, in awe of how he’s slowly entering her body.

“How’s that feel?” Somehow, he still sounds smug, even through the strain in his voice.

Minnie gives him a slight scowl, attempting to flex her inner muscles to knock some smugness out of him. That works, because he grunts, bearing down harder to move inch by inch inside. “Big,” she whispers, watching his jugular fluttering. It makes her feel powerful. “Thick.” The bead at the tip of his cock is pressing into her walls, so clearly that she can feel it move inside of her. “Intense.”

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