Page 23 of Rescued By the Mothman

“That’s my good girl.”

“Am I a good girl? Doing this?”

“You can be my dirty little whore, if you prefer?”

I moaned.

“Maybe next time.”

“Then keep going like a good girl.”

The huskiness in his voice was driving me wild, and I moved my fingers faster. Him watching me was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. But I wanted more.

“I want to touch you.”

He half laughed, half growled. The sound pushed me into my first orgasm, and I shuddered as I watched his eyes widen at the sight. As I rode the waves back down to earth, he pulled his pants down, revealing a huge, hard cock. It was longer than average but, the intimidating part of it was the thickness. Deep ridges ran all around it, top to bottom. I’d never seen anything like it, but I knew it was going to feel good.

“Pick your favorite toy.”

He was determined to torture me, apparently. I pulled open my bedside table and grabbed my rabbit. This toy had been a steadfast companion on many a night. I’d never thought one day I’d be using it for someone. I fired her up and almost laughed at Sable’s face when he heard the loud noise.

“How does the whole town not hear you with that thing? Why’s it so loud?”

“She’s an old girl.”

She’d gained a loud rattle with age, but she was still the best. I worked her in and my head fell back on the pillow with the familiar pleasure. The vibrations sent tingles up and down my body. I heard movement and looked at Sable. He was slowly stroking himself as he watched me with hooded eyes. His cock glistened with pre-cum. He was dripping for me too. The sight of him mesmerized me and I came again quickly.

“Please, Sable. Please touch me.”

He was so far away, I wanted to scream. He seemed happy with my obvious need and finally came closer, kneeling between my legs. I reached out a hand to his chest and he let me stroke the thick, soft fur. I ran my hand down to his cock and trailed a finger along it. He gasped at my touch. The ridges were hard, and I could already imagine them inside me.

“Do you want this, Clarissa?”

“Gods, yes, I want this.”

I squeezed his cock for added emphasis and he moaned.

“Clarissa, your touch drives me wild.”

I gripped tighter and moved up and down his length. His head fell back and his eyes fluttered closed. I knew this was a sight I’d replay in my head a lot. It felt like he was at my mercy. I moved faster and harder and then, just as his breathing sped up, I slowed right down again. His head snapped back forward.

“I’m not the only one who likes to tease.”

“Not you’re not.”

“I can see this becoming a competition in the future.”

I laughed. He kissed me thoroughly before continuing breathlessly.

“But not now. I’m going to spend so many hours slow playing this in the future. But right now, Clarissa. I need you. I need to be inside you and feel you twitching around my cock.”

“Yes.”

It was all I could manage. He climbed over me and nudged at my entrance. I tilted my pelvis and pulled at his hips frantically. He pushed as for a moment I thought he wasn’t going to fit. But he thrust shallow little thrusts until I stretched for him. When thosefirst delicious couple of inches finally went inside, I cried out. I hadn’t realized just how good those ridges would feel.

“Sable!”

“You want more, angel?”

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