Page 44 of Given to the Gargoyle

“Yes.” I’m reluctant to admit it, but she’s had me ready to spill since she put her mouth on me.

“Stop.”

Gritting my teeth, I obey her command. Then Jessie begins to move. It’s a new sensation. She’s not lifting up and down, but grinding against me, using me for her pleasure. “Don’t come,” she warns.

Saints in heaven, she asks the impossible. If it was anyone else I’d laugh in their face, but Jessie’s pleasure is my prize, so I nod. “I won’t come.”

Sucking her lower lip between her teeth, she lifts one hand from my chest and brings it to her clit. I feel it as soon as she begins rubbing. Her cunt tightens and flutters around my cock. I’m barely holding on.

“Don’t come.” She chides. “I want you to feel me come around your cock. Then you’re going to fill me up so full it’s dripping from me for days.”

I let out an involuntary cry as her words fill my mind with filthy images. I hold back when she rocks her hips. I hold back when she clenches and tips her head back, moaning my name. Somehow, I even hold back when she stops coming and looks down at me with such a flushed and rosy-cheeked expression I can practically feel how good her orgasm was.

Finally, she climbs off me and rolls to her back on the bed, lifting her legs to spread herself out for me. “Fill me up, babe. Give it to me.”

I’m on top of her in a heartbeat, even moving as slowly as I’m able. I push my cock back into her tight sheath and groan at the sight of her swallowing me up. At this angle, she’s impossibly tight and I know I don’t have long left in me.

I brace myself on one hand and begin to thrust. My other hand slips between us to find Jessie’s swollen clit. I know I’ve found just the right place when she gasps and clenches.

“That’s right, princess. You going to come again for me? Come as I fill you up?”

She moans, nodding and biting her lip.

I work her faster, increasing the speed of my thrusts until I’m hanging by a thread.

Jessie lets out a keening cry. She spasms. I can’t hold back any longer.

I grunt and snap my hips forward, burying myself right to the hilt. Pleasure shoots up my spine, blacks my vision, and empties my bollocks deep, deep inside my girl.

My knot swells and her cries grow louder. I have a moment’s worry, until I see her face, flushed and open-mouthed with bliss, pressed back against the pillows. Then I give myself over to it and let the feeling spread.

She holds me close and I marvel how lucky I am. It’s not just sexual release. It sounds foolish, but it feels spiritual. Like a draining of negative thoughts and negative energy. What replaces them is more beautiful, more profound than I have words for.

I simply stroke her hair back from her brow and press a kiss there while we’re still joined. “My princess. My love.”

I wish I had better words, but I can only give her what I have. Until now, I’ve felt unworthy, inept. Yet tonight, I let go of that for just a moment, surrendering myself to her and to my feelings. I’ll offer myself to her. Offer her everything I have, everything I am. And my princess will decide if I’m enough. One way or another, I won’t have to worry about it anymore.

---