Page 159 of Lost Lyrebird
She shudders.The whimper she makes is audible enough that I need no more words.I part her thighs with one of mine and with one hand remaining on her wrists, I use the other to guide my cock back to her slick-as-hell wet pussy.
I drive roughly into her, one quick, harsh thrust, until my balls rest against her cunt.I withdraw and slam back inside her a second later.
“Got any words for me now—any more of that sass?”
I drive into her harder, faster, and begin punching my hips forward at a brutal pace.“Come on, baby.Let me hear how much attitude can pour from that sweet fucking mouth of yours with my cock buried so damn deep inside you.”
She groans and shakes her head.A weak whimper escapes her.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”I move my mouth over her neck and run the coarse hairs of my goatee over her skin.Gooseflesh breaks out on her arms, the hair standing on end.At the sight, a grin spreads across my face.
Her pussy grips me so fucking good.Every time I pull out of her, her hips try to follow my retreat.She’s physically seeking out my cock to get more of it.
“You’re not trying to fuck me from the bottom, are you?”
The little vixen nods this time.
“I was going to fuck you with my mouth, make love to your tits, and let you ride my dick.But that’s not what you crave, is it?”
The shake of her head is small.She buries her face into the mattress and makes unintelligible sounds, and I change to long, languid strokes that end with me buried as far inside her body as I can go.
I spread her legs wider and wedge myself deeper.My next thrusts have her crying out.
Yeah, this is what my woman wants.
I begin speeding them up, until I’m rutting and pistoning my hips, fucking her so thoroughly that she turns her face and gasps, crying out my name on an exhale.
We also move up the bed to the point we near the end of the mattress.I curl my arms under hers and cage her there, pinning her down and essentially taking away her ability to move.
Lily goes mindless when I do.Her words are utter nonsense, but full of pleasure.
“What fantasy is going through that little mind of yours, Lil’?What is it that you imagine happening but won’t put voice to?Hmmm…”
She again hides her face into the mattress.
“There’s nothin’ you could say that I wouldn’t give you.Except another man.So what is it?Do you imagine getting strapped down?Ravaged?Being utterly powerless?What if I hunted you in the dark?Ran you down into a pile of dirt and muddy leaves—is the danger or the force you like?”
The moan is full on this time.She’s muffling it, but oh, how it sounds like a rock ballad to my fuckin’ ears.I hit on whatever it is she fantasizes about, and I intend to do every one of those things until I know which ones she loves the most.
“Can you picture it, Lil?You’re running for your life and being caught and fucked?”
Her pussy grips my cock in a stranglehold and coats my dick with how wet she is.The more I flame this fantasy, the wetter she gets.
“What if I threw you down and ripped the clothes from your body.Would you fight me?Or would you let me rut into this tight cunt and claim this pussy for my own?”
Her head snaps to the side.The hitched inhale proceeds, her breathy, “Oh my fucking God, Finn!”
I check in with her.
“You good, baby?
She whispers back.“Oh fuck, don’t stop.”
“I won’t.I’ve got you.We’re gonna ride out this fantasy together, aren’t we, baby?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it, woman.Let me see what lives inside that head of yours.There isn’t anything you could say or show me that I wouldn’t welcome with open arms.I want to know this mind and this body in every way I can.So if it’s to be a naughty fucking filthy girl, you’re gonna let down those walls and let me explore, aren’t you?”
