Page 44 of Curses and Cornstalks
“Fuck, Cassie,” he groans as I pick up the pace. I squeeze his shaft, and my pussy throbs when it twitches in my hand.
It may not be conventional, but the gourd reacts exactly like a cock would.
I can do this.
I can definitely do this.
I’ve just found a decent tempo when Atticus grabs my wrist to top me, his chest heaving.
“I’m not going to last if you keep going,” he warns before rolling on top of me. With practiced ease, he settles between my thighs like we’ve done this before.
“That would be a shame.” I giggle. But I doubt I’d last long either if I hadn’t been touched in a century.
He’s handling it much better than I would be.
His cold torso kisses my heated skin, making my nipples ache again, and he dips to nip and suck his way across my chest. Instinctively, my hands go to his neck, and I tease the hay-like hair at the nape of his neck.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He meets my eyes as he lines up the tip of his gourd-cock with my channel.
Stop?
Ha.
Not a chance.
He flexes his hips forward and the tip sinks inside, stretching me until I groan against the pain. It’s bigger than I thought, butnot unbearable. With another shift, he’s deeper inside, and the hooked curve is hitting something magical.
“Shit,” I moan, gripping his hips to pull him deeper. Whatever he’s hitting is bound to send me over the edge in a few short minutes if he keeps this up, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to fill me completely, until the bulge at the base of his cock is buried in me.
He catches my mouth with his as he pistons his hips, going slowly to give me time to adjust, and I moan against his lips. Every inch of me is on fire, my nerve ending burning with pleasure. Another punch of his hips has my walls fluttering around him, and I drag him closer yet.
“You are so tight,” he mutters, pulling out slowly and burying himself inside me again, working me until I’m completely adjusted to his size and shape aside from the knot at the base.
He pounds harder, driving into me until it aches, but it isn’t enough.
I want more.
I want it all.
“Harder,” I beg, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts.
“Yes, darling.” He slows slightly and buries himself deeper, his large base stretching me further than before.
I gasp, biting Atticus’ shoulder to stifle a whimper as the bulbous base slowly stretches me wide. Inch after deliciously agonizing inch, he works himself inside until he’s buried completely. When he’s completely seated, he pauses, letting me adjust. I’m panting, moaning, and whining like a feral animal, but I don’t care.
The pleasure and the pain are too much, shattering my thoughts and overriding my senses. I’ve never been so completely stretched and full.
“Fuck,” I moan as he nips at my neck, my earlobe.
“Hold on tight,” he whispers in my ear.
I barely register the words before he’s rolling us; suddenly, we’ve swapped spots and I’m on top of him with his cock still buried inside me. This new position has him hitting an angle that threatens to take my breath away.
“Atticus,” I moan, and he smirks at the sound.
“I want you to take what you need from me, Cassie.” His hands slide up my thighs, gripping my hips before moving higher. He palms my breasts, squeezing them just enough to make me gasp, and I grind my hips against him.
Ripples of pleasure explode at the tiny motion. I can feel a climax building, my muscles tightening. It won’t take long for me to come like this.
