Page 61 of The Female

“I’m only letting you do this so you don’t cry. Don’t be getting all pissy with me tomorrow.” He chuckles. “Lean forward.”

His hands return to my hips and help guide my movements, flexing and pulling me forward before relaxing and pushing me back. The angle has my clit rubbing directly on his shaft, and my arousal keeps the motions slick and smooth.

I moan as my clit gets caught on his tip. It feels so good, and I begin to rock faster. He twitches below me, his lust once more pouring out as he struggles to hold it back. I greedily breathe it in, panting as he pushes onto his elbows and connects his mouth with mine. The kiss is sloppy, all tongue and teeth, before he moves to my neck.

He sucks on the skin and licks over the sore spot.

“I can feel your pussy twitching against me. It so badly wants me inside,” Gray breathes, his hips bucking beneath mine. “But I’m not going to give it to you. You’re going to cum without even feeling an inch of me inside you.”

I gasp, my trembling growing. It feels so good, and his dirty words are going to push me over the edge.

“You’re mine.” Gray groans, throwing his head back as he continues guiding my rocking.

The pressure inside me builds as I drop my chest against his and let him do all the work. Gray does so happily, wrapping his arms around my back and holding me still so he can thrust against me.

I let out a silent moan as I’m pushed over the edge, my thighs clenching around his waist. Unlike before, Gray doesn’t slow. I’m flipped onto my belly before I’ve completely come down, my face smashed into the pillows as Gray pushes my thighs together and shoves himself between them.

I twitch as his length rubs my sensitive clit, but I make no complaints as he begins to desperately fuck my thighs.

He grunts as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head to the side. The roughness feels good, and I can’t stop a throaty moan from slipping out as he buries his face in my neck.

“Fuck. I told myself I wasn’t going to cum tonight. I was going to make this all about you,” he says, picking up speed and practically slamming into my thighs. “But you, my naughty fucking female, just had to rub your soft pussy against me until I cracked.”

His hips stutter, but he doesn’t let it deter him as he finds his pace once more.

“Do you want to know why I was holding back? Do you want to know what happens when you make an incubus cum?”

His cock smacks my clit with each thrust. The pleasure builds until I’m clenching around him again, my body greedily accepting the thumb he abruptly sticks in my ass.

I pause momentarily, distracted by the foreign entrance, but quickly rock back as Gray stills and finds his release. My vision is lost as complete euphoria overtakes my body, rocking me to the core as it spreads to every cell. It’s overwhelming, and I can’t tell what’s up and what’s down as I scream into the sheets. I’m hardly aware of Gray spilling between my thighs and collapsing on top of me as I come down from the high. If that’s the orgasm I get when I make Gray cum, I just might have to make a habit out of it.

Exhaustion overtakes me as I sink into the mattress.

Fuck.

“Are you okay?” Gray asks, pulling his thumb out of my butt. “I know that was more than we discussed.”

He pulls back on his lust, tucking it inside himself until only what’s stuck to the mattress and my skin remains. I blink before rolling onto my back and looking at him.

I’m sure I’m a sight to see at this moment, my hair a wild mess and face beet red, but Gray still looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Are you full?” I ask, eager to know how well I’ve fed him.

Gray smiles, a softness I rarely see taking over his features.

“You’ve done an amazing job feeding me tonight, Charlie,” he answers, cleverly avoiding my question.

I prop myself up on shaky elbows. “But are you full?”

His lips purse. The reaction is enough for me to know the truth, and my heart drops at the realization that this wasn’t enough for him. Gray’s quick to comfort me, grabbing my cheeks and forcing me to look him in the eyes. I fight it for a few moments before giving in and meeting his intense gaze.

“I’m practically full, I promise,” he says. “I don’t even think I could take everything you release from another orgasm.”

Finding his words encouraging, I take a deep breath and nod. I’ll be damned if we stop now when all he needs is one more. It’s not like the orgasms are unenjoyable, and my newfound jealousy urges me to prove I can feed him better than some random female.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to see it through,” I say, bringing his hand between my thighs.

Gray hums, hesitating, before bringing his fingers to my sex. I jolt at the contact, grabbing his wrist before adjusting my hips into a more comfortable position.

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