Page 16 of Insta-Hubby
“You want me to shove my big cock inside you, honey? You want me to reach down and pinch your little clit between my fingers as I fuck you?”
“Yes,” I moan, my fingers coming down to his belt.
“Let me do that,” he says, pushing my hands away gently. “I wanna see you touch yourself right now.”
I feel like my heart could stop right now.
“Touch...myself?” I say, my eyes wide with confusion.
“Yes, I want to see how you touch yourself. I wanna see how you touch yourself when you’re alone in the dark, in bed. How you touch yourself when you’re thinking ofthis. Of being claimed and marked and made to beg. I want to see your face when you do it.”
I can’t say no to him.
My heart is beating so fast that I feel like it could slam right through my chest, and I reach down and touch my clit gently. I am so soaked, I never thought I would be able to get this wet.
I push my fingers around my clit, dragging them along my skin, and I feel like I could cum at any moment.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“Yes, it does.”
“But does it feel as good as me? As my fingers? As my tongue?”
“No,” I breath, my lips quivering in anticipation of him touching me again.
“And do you like to slip a finger inside when you touch yourself?” he asks.
“No, I’ve...I’ve never done that before,” I say. “I only touch myself here. I’ve never…”
“Fuck, baby. You’ve never felt anything inside that sweet little pussy?”
I swallow thickly.
“No.”
“Let me show you,” he says, slowly unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. He pushes his pants down the floor and steps out of them confidently, all while I watch him, continuing to touch myself, and his eyes stay on mine. He keeps watching my face, and I just want to cum while he watches, but he’s right - I want him to show me how good it feels to have himinside.
He pulls his shirt off, and then lifts his muscular arms away from his body as he peels off his thin white undershirt. His body is like something from a dream. Perfect, rippling flesh and stone-hard muscle, and he puts his hands on either side of my thighs, pushing himself closer to me.
“I’m going to take over from here,” he says, taking my hand and bringing it to my mouth. He makes me taste myself again, and then takes my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the pads of my fingers and sucking my desire off them.
I look down between us, and my pussy is so wet and making the insides of my thighs sticky for him. And he has his black boxer briefs still on, but I can see the outline of his cock through the fabric, and he ishuge.
“You like what you see?” he asks.
I nod. It’s a naive, innocent little nod, because I don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle him.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he grows. “Take it out. Take a look at it. Imagine it sliding past your lips as you lick every drop of salty white cum off of it.”
“Oh god,” I moan, and I can’t stop smiling at what’s about to happen.
I scoot forward even closer to him, and put my fingers at the top of his shorts. Up close, I can smell the masculine cologne he’s wearing even better, and I can see the outline of his cock even clearer. I swallow hard and brace myself to see my very first cock up close, and I pull the thick waistband of his designer shorts down slowly, wondering who the hell I am.
Because this? This is not me.
This is someonebetter. This is someone drunk on Liam.
I pull his shorts down and his head of his cock comes into view, and he isdrippingwith precum. I can’t believe I’ve made this dangerously sexy, experienced man so hard. I can’t believe he wantsme.
