Page 38 of Consumed By Fire
He splays his hand on the skin just above my pussy and pulls me back a bit so that my ass is a little in the air.
“So wet for me,” Octane says as he slides his finger between my folds, finding my clit, which he rubs.
My mouth drops open, and I gasp. It feels good…so good. I have to work to keep from moving. From rocking back. From begging. Then he is between my legs, and I feel his cock against me. He keeps toying with my clit, making me whimper.
“Draiger, please.” My voice sounds choked and so needy. Right now, I don’t care. I want him. I feel wet drip down my inner thighs. My nipples are so tight they almost hurt.
He groans, deep and guttural, in response to my plea, and then he aligns himself with me. I feel his head teasing my entrance, and I whimper again, wanting him inside me so much it scares me a little.
My eyes flutter shut, completely lost in the sensation. Then he pushes in, and I cry out at the sudden fullness.
“You like that, Red?”
“Yes.”
He slowly begins to thrust in and out, his movements deep and measured. I can feel every inch of his cock filling me up, and I close my eyes, savoring the feeling. My walls tighten around him, wanting more.
“You feel so fucking good,” he hisses as he picks up the pace.
One hand is squeezing my hip while the other is still between my legs; his finger is pressed against my clit.
“You take me so good…all of me,” he says as he bottoms out, his balls slapping against me.
I’m moaning and mewling with every stroke. I’m making so much noise, but I can’t help it. I can’t stop. Just like I can’t stop my hips from rocking back to meet him.
I’m getting close. My skin is starting to feel tight. My body feels wound up. Just when I think I’m going to come, he stops moving, keeping himself buried inside.
I groan in frustration.
“Easy. Easy,” he croons.
He cups both my breasts, gently squeezing them. Then he’s toying with my nipples, being very gentle. When he gives a soft pinch, I moan, my pussy tightening around him. I’m panting. I’ve never wanted to come so badly.
When he moves, I cry out with relief. His strokes are slow and easy. In and out. He keeps playing with my breasts. I feel every tweak between my legs. It’s like he’s lit a fire inside me. More wetness trickles down my legs.
“Please, Octane! Oh…please!”
“Do you need to come?”
“Yes…oh…” I groan.
He’s softly rolling my nipples and then cupping my breasts. Still moving in and out in gentle strokes that have me vibrating.
“Come for me, little Red,” he groans as he grinds into me. Any semblance of control is now gone. I’m grateful he isn’t careful with me. He plows inside, his finger finding and rubbing on my clit. It’s like sensory overload. I come in a rush that has my back bowing, and a deep guttural groan is pulled from me as my pussy spasms around him.
Octane makes this little noise. Then he grunts and says my name ever so softly, his hand tightening on my hip. He holds me in place while we orgasm together.
I feel his hot cum hitting my walls in spurts. My eyes are wide. My mouth has dropped open. My breasts are jerking hard with every hard thrust. I’m panting and groaning.
He keeps going until every last bit of pleasure is wrung from me. Until he has to hold me up. Until I am vibrating all over again, but for a different reason.
I’m spent.
My system is flooding with feel-good hormones.
He’s still moving slowly inside me. Still hard.
I want more. I want to do that again.