Such A Fucking Slut

I groan but it might be a moan and I push back into him, arching my back and using my free hand to grab one of his hands and then the other and move them onto my body. Move them over my body. Make him feel me.

"My skin is so fucking hot it feels like I'm on fire. I can't make sense of it anymore. I don't know why this is so good, why something so wrong can be so... so fucking right."

My skin itches for his touch. Everywhere his hands run over me it leaves trails of satisfaction that only linger for a moment before they're replaced by more need, by stronger need. More hands. More touching. More pleasure. More satisfaction.

More and more and more and more is what I need. More and more until I lose myself in it, until I get what I'm looking for.

"I think you know," he tells me, sliding his hand down deliberately as he finds my hand between my thighs and grasps my wrist but just when I'm terrified that he's about to pull it away he pushes it into me instead, making me touch myself harder, "I think you know now that you always needed this. Look at you, touching yourself. Dripping wet while I fuck your tight little ass."

Those last three words punctuated by a hard thrust for each one. Deliberate and purposeful. Reminding me what he was doing, I guess, as if I could forget.

All of my attention right now is on the feelings roaring through me. The stretch of my ass and the movement of his hips. The touch of his hands and the touch of mine. The gasping breaths. The roaring fire. The heat pulsing through my veins and the tension tightening in my muscles as I tremble only to release a moment later.

One micro climax and then another. Each one making it harder to breathe, harder to see, harder to keep on moving as I lose control over my body and I know that soon all that I'll be able to do is take it anymore. Slumped over and held up only by him. Subject entirely to his demands, to his desires, to his dark demands.

And he knows it, which is maybe why he says in a hiss.

"You should have let me fuck you right."

My eyes fly open, a fist of cold icy fear gripping my heart as I anticipate what he's going to propose right now. Because of course he is, because of course he would.

He still wants to fuck me and right now I want to be fucked. So if he offers, choice will go out the window. Need will take control and god I won't be able to deny him.

"You should have let me fuck you properly. It should be your tight little virgin cunt that I'm stretching out, not your ass. Don't get me wrong, I'm having fun. But I should be having more and you know it too.

"You're thinking it right now, aren't you? You're thinking that you were wrong all along. You're thinking that you should have let me fuck you too. Your body is aching for it. Your dripping cunt needs a real cock, not the pale imitation of your fingers.

"Face it, Em. You fucked up. You need to be fucked and you fucked up and you decided this was the right thing to do, the smart thing to do. A compromise, but you were wrong.

"You'll cum this way, probably. You'll probably get what you're looking for in a technical sense at least, but you know what?

"It won't be enough."

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