Page 63 of Tangwystle
He moved again, his thick, hard cock opening me up in a way it had never experienced before. Tears pooled in the corner of my eyes. A mixture of the physical response and the overwhelming knowledge that I was in the midst of something life-altering.
His fingers pressed into my waist, shoving his cock further into my cunt.
“Fuck, fairy,” he said again, over and over again.
I held onto him tighter. “Please.”
Claim me.
He did.
With a strangled grunt, he thrust all the way in. There was no pausing. He’d wanted my cunt for a long time, and he took what belonged to him.
Noise spilled from my lips, my nerve endings alive. He rocked his hips, barely giving me time to acclimate.
“O-oh.” I clung onto him.
He shifted so that he was sitting, pulling me onto his lap. I felt even fuller in that position, and I squirmed, unsure of what to do.
Baz took care of me, though. His large hands gripped my waist, controlling the movements. “Look at us.”
I hesitated, accustomed to avoiding the overwhelming. His fingers pinched my chin, tilting my head until I looked down. My stomach clenched at the stark image of his cock thrusting in and out of me, arousal and blood smearing.
“You’re bleeding for me,” he said, awe stretching his voice.
My mouth tumbled open when his hips moved a certain way. My insides liquefied, my skin heating. Something gathered low in my belly.
“I knew you would take my cock well, fairy.” He grunted, his jaw spasming. “But fuck. I swear to the stars, your fucking body was made for me. You’re so fucking tight.”
His fingers found my clit, circling the delicate area.
“You’ve been such a good girl, fairy,” he said, stoking the flames. “Taking care of our pet. The sight of you feasting on her was something else.”
The memories brought more heat to my skin. Even in that desperate moment, as much as I wanted Baz, the thought of Gretel with us brought out a delicious desire.
He toyed with my clit, a sensation building inside me. I did my best to move my hips how I thought he would like, and he threw his head back, the long column of his neck on display.
“Stars, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about the two of you. Pleasuring each other. Do you know how often I’m sticking my hand down my pants these days?”
The idea that we made him lose his mind brought me a stroke of confidence. And I licked the wicked image of him rushing to his study, his hand shoving down his pants to jerk himself off.
“You’re both going to be the death of me,” he declared, groaning.
My hands came on either side of his face, pulling his head back so I could stare into him. Our hips rolled together, and I’ve no idea, looking back, how I managed to say to him, “You’ll come inside me, right?”
I wanted to feel him. All of him.
He chuckled darkly. “A breeding kink, fairy?”
His words made me burn. I’d religiously begun taking a contraceptive tonic the past few weeks, preparing for this, but his words did something to me.
He groaned, his cock hitting a spot in me that made me cry out. “Stars, you think I wasn’t going to come inside you? Fairy, darling, you’ll take my cum and my cock always. You understand that. This cunt is to be exclusively used by me. If you’re baking your little bread and I decide to flip your skirt up, you’ll spread your legs for me. When I want to come inside you I will.”
He laughed at me again when I whimpered.
“You like that? You like the idea of walking around with my cum for days? What is it that you always like to say to our little pet? Such a fucking, filthy whore. My own little nasty fairy who lets me fill her cunt up whenever I want.”
He rubbed my clit, and I snapped. I clenched around him, but instead of stopping, it only spurred him on more. His fingers pinched into my skin, his movements faster and harder. My body was for his pleasure.
