Page 27 of Creepy
“What’s it?”
“To be fucked.”
His huge hand caressed my belly, then settled on my hip.“I like it when you say that word.”
Watching his face, I reached down, blindly searching for his cock.My hand trailing down his muscular torso found it standing at attention way above his navel.I ran my palm down the length of it.“Geezus,” I said, in appreciation.
He cocked an eyebrow.
I cupped his balls.“Fuck,” I said, intentionally sounding sultry.
His focus narrowed.His lips puckered.Troy shifted to come at me.I laid on my back, letting the towel fall away completely.He moved down my body, throwing my thighs apart in one swift motion.He greeted Miss Mary with a kiss, soft and long then feral.Snatching his hair, I urged him hard against her.His beard scraped against my flesh as his tongue beat in and out of my wetness with force.
A long finger replaced his tongue.His fiery breath now on my thigh.“What do you want, Sissy?”
“Please, Troy...I want you to, but I don’t know if I can even move.”
“You won’t have to.”One finger became two.
“Maybe I want to, but it’s complicated.I’m not looking for a boyfriend right now.”
“So, you just want sex?”Two fingers went to three, clearly making way for his ample cock.
“I’m not saying that.I just don’t want to complicate things.”
Troy’s body covered me, warm and hard, putting no weight on me.Somehow, he’d lost his pants, and I was fine with that.“I’m not asking you to move in with me.”
“I know.It’s just...If we do this, we need to keep it between us.”
He positioned the head of his cock between my folds, rubbing it against my clit.“Is this about that Dillon character?”
“The Stayers would kill you,” I panted out, enjoying his gyration.
“I’m not scared of them, but I get it.You’re scared if we fuck, I’ll go caveman and try to control you.”Troy grabbed my good knee, steering it up and out, widening his way.
“Maybe,” I shifted my hips, helping him line up.
“That’s not me.I like you.You like me.We could wait, but we’re going to fuck sometime.It’s inevitable.”
“Are you sure?”I laughed a bit, but a moan overtook it as he lined his cock up perfectly.
His dick revved its engine at my starting line.It was time.It was inevitable like he’d said.Our eyes met.His big brown ones that held so much charm and hope before were starving for me.He nodded, an answer to my question I’d forgotten.“Now, beg me, baby?”
“Fuck me.”
“Is that all?”
“Please,” I begged.
Troy obliged, filling me until I overflowed with dick.Touching me in places I didn’t know existed, his dick went so deep I cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain.Yet, when he left the same places, I longed for him to return.Weak and scrabbling at his shoulders, I couldn’t even hold on as he had his way with me.And he was making me so much weaker, shattering me with his cock.Stabbing me, he was killing me with dick.Troy’s face fell to the good side of my neck, licking it.As much as he was murdering my pussy, he was being careful not to injury the rest of me.I was helpless and completely under his spell.Soon, I was begging him to go deeper and harder, like I was addicted to the rush.Every penetration felt like a shot of liquor, warming me, burning, and making me lose control.
I lost all control, getting off, but he wasn’t finished.I’d cried out like a loon.Troy smiled wickedly, pleased with himself.He held my arms stretched above my head as he slowed down to let me rest up.But it became clear he planned to make me cum again without even pulling out.His lips hovered over mine, just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore.
“This time, you don’t cum until I say so.”
Sweet kisses deepened to crazy ones as his strokes became more deliberate, desperate even.He worked me up again.Troy had killed me but wouldn’t let me die.We were insane for each other.Every move, every moan, amplified our descent into madness.The pleasure I’d felt before had doubled, even tripled before he said I could cum.I let go, just as he pulled out, letting hot liquid spill on my belly.
