Unless...

"Unless," he growls, a sly smile forming on his lips, "Unless..."

He pulls me down again. His cock presses against me and I moan, I whimper, my brow furrows and I bite my bottom lip and nod, begging him to keep on pumping against me.

But he doesn't. The fat old bastard drags my hips forward and as he does his cock slides back and I feel it press up and between the cheeks of my ass. I feel it connect with the place his thumb had been before.

"What do you think, darling?" he asks me, "Want to have some real fun?"

My whole body freezes and my eyes go wide. My mouth falls open and I'm about to say something when I feel him pull me down a little more while his hips thrust up.

Harder this time. Harder than when he was against my pussy. Hard enough that my tight little asshole clenches but he still manages to push a little bit of my panties inside of me. I still feel what is surely his cock spreading open my hole a little.

My whole body tightens and that includes my grip on his cock.

"Jesus darling, you need to relax," he tells me through gritted teeth.

I follow his order and I do, letting go and muttering a quick apology.

"Truthfully I kind of liked it," he says, my newfound relaxation enabling him to rock him and me back and forth so he slowly works himself against my hole and I slowly feel the warmth of a new kind of need rising within me, "Just like I like this. Prefer it."

"This?" I ask, **** for him not to mean what I think he means.

"Think about it," he says, "Still technically a virgin if you take it up the ass. And I would give damn near anything to take that cherry from you. I could make it good, darling. I could make it feel so fucking good for you."

He pushes me and I moan, feeling myself parting around him. He's not in me but he's spreading me and god he's... he's so fucking thick.

"It's too much," I mewl, and he mercifully pulls back to let me sit on him instead of taking him again.

"Such a sweet little darling," he tells me, "I really do think you are telling the truth. Virginal. Ain't you?"

I nod and he growls, kissing me again and then releasing one hand on my hips to pull my hair back and bend me a little so when he thrusts his cock up against the tight knot of my asshole once more his lips and his tongue are feasting on my breasts again.

The sensation is overwhelming. It's a riot of pleasure, a passion that I can't quite get the whole of as I feel it running through me setting my nerves on fire.

In the end I just settle for stroking him against me while I concentrate on breathing because my head is starting to get dizzy with the pleasure but that's crazy.

Here? Now? I can't.

"I can't," I whimper, still holding him against me.

"Not what your body is saying," he mumbles against my breasts.

I realize that he's right, because my hips are doing the moving now. His hands aren't even on them anymore. They're both playing with my breasts, holding them up to the touch of his lips and tongue. His hips aren't even thrusting again, I'm the one rocking down to meet him and touch him and press him and god he's closer and closer to being inside of me with every rocking movement.

All it would take is pushing my panties aside. All it would take is pushing down to meet him. All it would take is giving in.

But the truth is, "I can't."

"You can't," he grumbles as I stop moving, as I go stiff as a board, "So negative. Always talking about what you can't. Why don't you tell me what you can do for me for a change."

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