Page 36 of Her Drag Barbarian

“Get off me,” I tried, elbowing him in a desperate desire to keep him from running his fingers down to my pussy.

But he only put his lips on my throat, suddenly drawing my flesh into his mouth.

“This ismypussy,” he rumbled in my ear. “I’ll touch it when I want to.”

I wanted to gouge his eyes out, but then he ran his fingers down to where my arousal was soaking through my panties.

“And this is all for me,” he said, his fingers sliding though the wetness, sending sparks along my engorged pussy.

“It’s not for you,” I breathed, my voice sounding jagged and trembly to my ears. “I was watching old episodes of the Andy Griffith Show.”

“Bullshit, El,” he said, and I felt his fingers slip through my wetness and begin to circle my clit.

I wished then that I had come last night, because maybe then I wouldn’t be so tightly wound with desire.

His fingers were already sending flickering flame through my body, and I tried again to struggle against his arms.

“Don’t bother,” he growled. “I’m going to fill your pussy and make you mine no matter what you do.”

Damn, he was truly unhinged, but his stupid fingers were moving slowly around my clit, taking his time as he circled around my heated core, and I was panting with need.

I felt my orgasm pressing at my body, trembling at my core, and right before I was about to come, I felt him pull his fingers away. I had to press my lips together not to let him know I wanted to scream with how tightly the pressure wound in my belly.

He moved his legs briefly, and I realized my thighs were aching from him trapping them open, but he only ripped down my shorts, shoving them to the floor.

“Shit, Elowyn,” he said. “Yourass.”

I felt his big hands grabbing my ass, his hands so tight on me that I yelped.

“You better stop,” I warned him, my skin alive with the feeling of him behind me.

“I’m way past being able to stop,” was all he said, and he jerked my thighs wide again and sunk his dick in me.

“Oh damn,” I heard him say. “Fuck yes.”

I cried out because that big dick was thrusting, rubbing, directly against my clit. His hands were on my hips, jerking them back harshly to meet each savage thrust.

I was utterly trapped. He had me pinned exactly where his dick was pounding into my pussy and rubbing along my clit.

I felt an orgasm coiling in my belly again.

I didn’t want to come, but I couldn’t stop myself, the pressure exploding in an intense liquid pleasure that crashed over me in waves, each wave so intense that the pulsing of my pussy was a high so potent it almost hurt, sparking out to my fingertips and down to my toes.

My orgasm was so strong that I had to grab the side of my desk so my legs didn’t give way under me.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I heard Beau say behind me as my fingernails scraped across the desk, and then he was coming in me, groaning with his release, that big dick slamming into me, filling me up. I felt the liquid warmth of his seed and it sent a trembling shudder all down my spine.

I felt Beau tighten his fingers on me, and he took a deep breath for air.

“What thefuck!” he said, then a second later, “What thefuckwas that? It was like your pussy was grabbing and squeezing my cock.”

I felt weak and boneless, like my orgasm was so strong it had turned me inside out.

“I don’t know,” I said, stalling as I tried to move away from him, but he didn’t want to let me go.

“Wait, that must have been youcoming,” Beau said eagerly. “Fuck. I want to do that again. I camewaytoo soon. I even jerked off right before so I could last longer but it didn’t work. I bet if we do it again I can go longer. I want you filledallthe way with my cum.”

“Stop jerking off at work, you dipshit,” I said, moving away from him, pulling my shorts up.

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