Page 45 of Vigilante
“Yes, but…” she twitches, “it never happens.” She chuckles.
“Excuse me?” I freeze, the tips of my fingers pausing at her entrance. “What never happens?”
“I’m the only person who’s ever made me come.” She laughs then, “Don’t worry if you can’t, it’s not you…it’s me.”
“Nah,” I shake my head. “You’ll come…and not just once either, because just by looking at that pretty fucking face,” I lean in closer. “I know you’re just a needy little cum slut, aren’t you?” I grip her jaw, and she nods. “Words, Tasha.” I slide both fingers inside her deep, wet core and fight myself not to come at this alone.
“Fffuuck.”She mewls, dragging the word out.
I turn my head, “I can’t hear you.” I slide my fingers back out of her and still.
“Wh-why are you stopping?”
“I. Said. Words.” That’s when the first crack of my palm against her pussy sounds out, and she yelps.
“What the fuck!”
I spank her again. “Not the words I’m looking for.” I press my fingers back into her core, her walls tighten, and I grin at how responsive she is to my touch. Repeating the same action as before, I pull my fingers free and spank her pussy.
“Oh my God!” She huffs, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. She rocks her hips forward, seeking friction.
I snort. “Barely known me a few hours, and your cunt is already chasing my touch.”
Spank.
“Yes.” Her eyes fall to half-mast, and she’s already a writhing mess in front of me.
“Who would’ve known you’re a little pain slut, Tasha.” I grin down at her.
“Not….me.” She answers breathlessly while I pump two fingers inside her a couple of times. Bringing her close to the edge, and the moment she clenches, I stop.
Nobody is going to tell me they have only come by their own hand. Because if that’s the case for her, she’s fucking some stupid men who have no idea about the anatomy of a woman, for one, but also that it’s not the act of sex that makes you come, but the desire and patience you put into it.
The edging, dirty talk, making your partnerfeellike you want them, and they’re the only fucking person on this planet that gets to have you.
Treat them like a whore and a queen, a pious girl, and a fucking sinner. Worship. Lust. Patience. Most men just want to get in and out, not me. Watching a woman writhe beneath me can make me come hard enough to make me feel like a pre-pubescent teenage boy again.
“This cunt is so fucking saturated. I know you want to come, so,” I pull her jaw down with my thumb and spit directly in her mouth with force. “Say the words I want to hear, or I’ll leave you spread out and needy on this counter. And trust me, no amount of finger fucking yourself will ease the ache of my touch. Tasha say?—”
“Fuck! Alright! Fuck me, make me come, please I’m a desperate fucking cum slut! Please just do something, anything! You stupid fucking?—”
I stuff my fingers back inside her, thumb resting on her beautiful clit, with my left hand pressing down on her stomach. I start off deep, stroking her G-spot, bringing her close, then stopping to play with her clit, repetitively rubbing my thumb back and forth.
“There…there, there!” She chokes.
Her left leg is now draped over my left shoulder, the heel of her right foot propped on the edge of the counter and fanned out to the side.
I keep making the same movement until her moans kick up a notch, and she starts to choke my fingers. A slight sheen of sweat coats her legs.
“Do you know how fucking perfect this cunt is, Tasha? Made to take my fingers, made to take my cock. But I really need you to come…you want to come for me?”
“Fuck…” her eyes widen as I push down on her stomach, working my fingers up and down inside her. The ball of my palm rubs furiously against her clit. “Oh my fucking godwhat…what the fuck is…”
She stutters, and I grin triumphantly. “Push, bare down for me, don’t hold it, baby.”
“Holy fucking?—”
I have to cup her mouth to muffle the scream of her orgasm as it plummets through her. Her baring down forces my fingers from her core, and a perfect fountain sprays from her pussy, squirting all over the tiles of the kitchen floor.
