Page 52 of Sire
“Fuck, Wren,” he groans as a dark spot appears at the tip of his dick under his light grey pants. “Fuck, Angel. Show me what you did, thinking about me in this bed.”
“I did this.” I circle my nipples until they’re hard. Until they’re ready for me to pinch, and I do. But I’ve never done this with someone watching me, withSirewatching me, and it’s so intense, a slick flood soaks my panties.
“That’s it,” he urges. “Keep playing with your nipples. Fuck, you have perfect, little tits.”
“Shouldn’t they be bigger?”
“No, they should be in my mouth, and they will be one day soon.”
“Are you…” I pant, lightly tugging at my excited nipples for him. “Are you going to touch me? Please?”
“No, Angel. Not today. If I touch you, I’ll fuck you. I held you all night, and fucking died kissing you just now; I don’t have much control left. Just show me what’s going to be mine.”
He licks his lips, another spot blooming in his pants. “Take your panties off for me, Angel.”
I comply, tugging them down to my thighs. “Should I shave next time?”
Almost all the women I’ve seen in porn are hairless, and I’ve groomed like them, but I don’t have the money or the will to get a full wax.
I guess I don’t need to because he stares at my exposed pussy, his breath deepening as another dark, wet spot soaks his pants. He hisses, “That’smyfucking pussy. Do whatever makes you feel beautiful because you are. Goddamn, Wren.”
He yanks my panties off, pressing them to his nose. “Fuck, your pussy smells sweet, so wet and ready.” He glares down at me. “Spread your legs open again. That’s it. Show me that tight little pink hole I get to open and fill.”
This time, I reach down and spread my lips for him, too. “I do this, thinking of you.” With my fingertip, I circle my glistening clit. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. I came so hard, thinking about you.”
His stare is locked on my pussy. “Any women?”
“No. Only you.”
“Show me what you did the first night here, why I heard you coming so hard. It made me jerk off for you all over again.”
“I did this.” I start flicking my clit, my gaze devouring his gorgeous body. “I imagined my finger was your finger. Yourtongue. Your gorgeous, huge dick. I imagined us doing so many dirty things together.”
From his eyes, craving my pussy, to his parted lips, thirsty for my show, to his abs, subtly flexing, making his hips slightly thrust. His dick is huge, hungry, hidden, and dripping…
My Lord, his name is fitting.
He is a sire.
The ultimate male specimen, made to breed a woman like me.
But he’s not touching himself. His hands are balled tight by his side, one fist clenching my wet panties.
It’s like, if he touches himself or me, he’ll lose control, and I’m loving this about him. How I know he can be brutal. I can only imagine how many men he’s killed, but he won’t hurt me. He won’t touch me. He won’t even fuck me until …I’m his wife.
That’s what he said, so I brace my feet against the mattress and rub my clit while I lift my hips, opening and thrusting, showing him how ready I am for him. “Pastor Rutledge, please. I really need you to fuck this wet pussy.”
“Fuck, when you say that, Wren,” he grunts, looking tortured. “Fuck, Angel, you’re so swollen and pink and opening for me. Goddamn, your virgin pussy looks pretty.”
It always felt like a burden or a barrier, my virginity. But it never felt beautiful. Not until now. Not until I see myself through Sire’s gaze. He’s so aroused that more dark spots saturate his sweatpants.
“Pastor, is that your cum?” I ask.
“Pre-cum, little angel.” His voice sounds so gruff, his breath getting heavier. “And if you keep touching your pretty pussy for me, you’ll make me come for you. And you’re going to watch my dick do it while you come for me, too.”
“I’m getting close.” I strum my finger faster over my tinging clit. Letting him watch me touch myself has thatluscious sensation growing even deeper and tightening my core. “So close,” I pant.
“What was your dirty fantasy?” He demands, “Tell me what we were doing together that made you come.”
