Page 49 of Strelitzias in Spring

“If you don’t want me to come on your hand, you should probably stop,” I council, half joking, because if she keeps touching my cock like it’s the eighth wonder of the world, I’m going to spurt ropes of cum all over her hand and tits.

“Oh,” she squeaks, quickly releasing me like my skin burned her. “Sorry.”

“You never have to apologize for touching my dick, princess.”

The flush that takes over her skin is satisfying and sweet as fuck, but I need more. “Reach into my pocket and grab my wallet; I have a condom inside.” I shut my eyes as she reaches into my pocket and pulls out my wallet, finding the condom easily before discarding the leather billfold on the cushion beside us. She holds the wrapper between us, pinching it tightly between her fingers and surveying the words on the Double Ecstasy package.

“A warming lubricant?” she asks, referencing the warming lubricant on the outside of the condom’s skin, a feature with this brand. “Will that burn?”

I shake my head, plucking the package from her fingers. “No; it’s cooling on the inside for me, warming on the outside for you. But I don’t get them for the lubricant. They’re the only condoms that fit without me having to worry the latex is going to rip.” She glances down at my cock again, still standing tall between us.

“I’m wider than most men, princess. I don’t know who you’ve been with, and I honestly don’t give a shit.” I rip open the foil and extract the condom from the package, throwing the wrapper in the same direction Serena tossed my wallet. Rolling the latex down my cock, I pinch the tip to make sure it’s on correctly, ensuring that there’s enough room at the top so that it doesn’t burst when I come.

I can feel Serena’s eyes on me during the entire process, a caress that seems to physically touch me, even though her hands hang at her sides, and she’s propped on her knees.

That won’t fucking do.

Dropping my cock, I bring one hand to Serena’s inner thigh and walk my fingers up until they meet the wetness between her thighs. Without warning, I impale her with two fingers, sighing in relief when they are met with minimal resistance as my palm brushes against her clit. She gasps, rocking into my fingers despite her surprise at the invasion.

“This good, princess?” I ask, waiting for her to tell me that she’s okay, even though I can physically see how she responds. I want her words—no, Ineedher words—for me to keep going.

“God, yes,” she cries out, undulating against the minute thrusts I open her up with.

“Do you think you can take a third?” She nods frantically, widening her stance in my lap to give me more room to work with as I spear her with a third finger. It’s a tighter fit, and I watch her face closely, taking in the slight wince that’s proceeded by Serena throwing her head back and sinking down, helping me enter her deeper and harder in preparation for my cock. We stay like this for long minutes, simulating a fucking that will inevitably change both of us: me because I’ve never been with one of my clients nor one of Celeste’s friends, and Serena because she’s about to have her cunt wrecked.

Her pussy grows wetter, giving me more lubricant to move my fingers, and I scissor them, opening her from the inside to ease any potential pain she may feel when I enter her.

“You ready, Serena?”

She brings her head down, meeting my eyes and nodding erratically like she can’t wait one more minute until I’m fully seated inside her. I pull my fingers out and stick them in my mouth, licking at the taste of her and relishing the moan she lets out as she watches me savor her cum.

Dropping my hands to her outer thighs, I level her with a look. “I’ll let you set the pace, say, ‘Stop’ or stop moving if it gets to be too painful.”

“Okay,” she says, right before she lifts, just to sink back down, taking my cock halfway.

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Serena

I’m not sure that dropping down and stabbing myself with Wolf’s dick was the smartest thing I’ve ever done, especially considering that it looks like a soda can, but I can confirm that I feel incredibly full. Glancing down, I’m shocked to realize that I’m only halfway seated, no more than three inches inside me.

“For fuck’s sake, Serena. I told you to set the pace so that you can go slow, not split yourself in half,” Wolf grunts out, sounding pained below me. I move my gaze from where we’re joined to his face and note his strained features and the set of his jaw. He looks like he’s holding himself back, and while I appreciate his effort, it’s not what I need right now.

“I can take more,” I pant, shifting against him. The move has his dick rubbing against my inner walls, and I clench, the sensation simultaneously foreign and amazing.

“Clench one more time, and I’m going to come before we get to the good part,” he warns, squeezing my hips to still my movements. I don’t listen to him; instead, I contract my muscles again and enjoy the feeling of his cock inside me. “Serena, enough.”

This time, I don’t ignore his words.

“I’m going to work myself in deeper. Tell me if it gets to be too much.” His words are considerate, but his tone is harsh, a lashing against my skin. Does it make me sick that I feel myself growing wetter at his gruffness, more turned on by his intensity?

Wolf starts rocking my hips gently, shifting his left hand until it’s splayed over my stomach, his thumb rubbing against my clit. The dual sensations of fullness and his rubbing against my clit have my movements growing less controlled, more erratic, and fighting against the rhythm he sets. With each thrust, each swipe of his thumb, I feel my body loosening more, accommodating his girth in a way I would never have thought possible. It doesn’t take long until there’s only an inch separating our pelvic bones, and then he’s buried inside of me so deep, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get him out.

Fighting against his hold, I lean back, gripping his knees to give myself leverage as I move against him, pushing myself up and down while his thumb continues to rub circles.

“So fucking tight,” Wolf mutters, more to himself than to me, as though he can’t believe how damn good this feels, either.

Determined to remove the last bit of distance between us, I push up one last time before dropping down in a hard thrust, pinning him beneath my hips and sealing us together.

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