Page 70 of No Strings
His praise does something funny to me. My pussy flutters at his words. He must feel it, because he hums and gives me another inch. “Three.”
“Halfway. You’re doing so well.”
He feeds me another inch. “Four.”
I pant when I feel the next one. I tighten around him. I’m not sure I can take anymore.
“Fuck, princess, don’t do that,” He pushes all the way forward. “Or I’ll come, now.”
I moan once he is completely seated in my pussy.
Rhys is looking at where we are connected, “Look at that Princess, you took all of me.”
I’m not sure if he meant it literally but I get up on my elbows, once again, and look. My pussy is stretched around his cock, and I’m so intrigued I reach to touch.
My fingers ghost my sensitive clit, and down around the base of his cock. He lets me trace and tease my fingers round his cock, and he takes that opportunity to pull back ever so slightly and then thrusts back. The metal balls feel foreign, but as they roll along my walls I clench around him again. He groans and I mutter, “Oh god.”
“If you’re calling out anyone’s name, it's mine.”
I say his name immediately.
“That’s better. Lay back down, Princess. Let me show you how you should be fucked, treated and worshiped.” Then he starts to seesaw his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist and let the way his body moves bring me closer to my release. He moves in deep forceful strokes.
“I need more.” I don’t know what that is, but I need it.
He then gathers salvia in his mouth and spits onto my clit. He groans when my pussy clenches around his length. Rhys locks me in with his gaze. I watch him watch me as the pad of his thumb brushes against my bundle of nerves.
My mouth opens on a pant, as my eyebrows furrow but lift.
“Hmmm.” he hums in a long drag out tone.
Rhys continues to fuck me deep and hard. The table legs drag back and forth with his movements. He looks at my chest and notices I’m still in a top which he rectifies by also ripping that open.
“Better.”
He once again encloses one of my nipples in his mouth. His hips not stopping once. Taking me by surprise, he grabs my hand and moves it so it’s in between us.
“Rub your clit, until your cunt is choking my cock, begging for my cum.”
Again, his crass words have me pulsating around him. But I do as I’m told.
“That’s a good girl.”
“Faster Rhys, please faster.”
He stands back up, looks down at where we are joined, then grabs my thighs, using them to anchor himself so he can thrust harder.
“I like the way you beg.” He emphasises each word with his hips thrusting forward.
I feel as every metal ball drags out of my clinging body. He pulls out until just the head of his cock is still nestled inside. I look at him panting and puzzled. Then with a cocky grin, he slams forward. Burying himself back to the hilt.
I scream as my muscles are forced to stretch around him.My back bows off the table, as my nails drag along it. Then with an unrelenting pace, Rhys fucks me into the table, not holding back.
“Fuck.” I chant. Over and over.
The muscles of my body go rigid; my cunt is squeezed tightly around Rhys. I start to shake, and then everything releases. And I’m silently coming.
“That’s it, milk my cock.” Rhys’s movements become more calculated, more precise, as he releases my thighs and pulls out of my still spasming pussy and quickly jerks his cock.
