“Gonna come again,” she says.
If Ara can still talk, she can still fuck.
I double down on my efforts and hold her belly with my arm, bracing her against the table as she screams. Her cum is sweet and tart and addictive. I’m already dying for another hit.
“Again.” I’m relentless in my pursuit to make her explode. It happens, but her fluttering walls aren’t as strong with this next climax. My wild girl might need a break.
And a reward.
I jerk myself faster. She watches with a sultry, hungry expression and licks her lips.
“Bring me that hot little mouth, Kitty.”
She slips off the table and falls to her knees before me. Opening her mouth, Ara gives me a great target and my dick throbs as ropes of cum hit her mouth, tongue, chin, and tits.
I swear I’m floating when Ara wraps her mouth around my head and does these tight, short little sucks that rob me of fucking breath. “You’re insatiable.”
She looks up at me, her brow pinched, and I realize she thinks it’s in insult. I pull out of her mouth and drop to my knees to kiss her. “So am I.” I crush my mouth to hers and don’t even care about the mess I’ve made on her. It’s mine. She’s mine. It’s all mine.
Chapter 17
Ara
I’m not sure how Glitch can keep going. I’m not even sure how I’m able to keep going. We’re both spent and yet we can’t seem to stop. When Glitch gets behind me on the floor, and I’m on my hands and knees, I hear the lube top pop and I frown. I’m wet enough. No, I’m a soppy, drenched mess. What does he need more lube for?
Slight pressure consumes my puckered hole. “Mmph.” I ease back into his finger, letting him know I want it inside me there. He only circles it a couple of times before breaching the tight ring of muscle. It’s such a weird, good sensation that’s already got my mind buzzing.
“My Kitty likes her ass played with, huh?” Glitch spanks me once. The sting is quickly soothed away with the stroke of his big hand. “Can I fuck you here?” He thrusts his finger in and out, in and out.
I’m gonna die from how good it feels.
“You can do anything you want to me.” I know I’ll love it. My fingers claw the rug when he tries to shove another finger inside me. Jesus, I’m not sure I can take it.
“You’re doing so well, Ara.”
Okay, I can take it.
I suspected a lot of things about myself, but Glitch must hold the skeleton key to all my kink boxes—even the ones I didn’t know I had. I wonder how many there are in total.
I look over my shoulder at Glitch. He’s on his knees behind me. A riot of tattoos covers his skin. He’s so damn delicious, and my body is on fire for him. He runs a hand along my ass cheeks like he can’t get enough. I love how turned on he is by me.
And, man, are his abs spectacular. I swear I could probably chip a tooth on them. This man has some serious big dick energy.
“Like what you see?” He works his fingers into my backside.
“Yes,” I grunt. “A lot.”
“Me too.” He rears back and spanks me again. “I love my handprint on your ass.”
“Then put another on it.” I dip down until my face is almost on the carpet and shove my ass up higher for him.
“Fuuuck, Kitty.” Smack!
I barely feel the burn. His strikes have a big impact with only a little sting. It’s enough to make me rock back, which sinks his fingers deeper inside me.
He pours more lube on my crack and all over his dick. Tossing the bottle to the floor, he slicks his massive cock and I’m suddenly wondering if this is a good idea.
“Relax for me.”
I don’t think I can. He’s big. Really big. It’s not gonna fit, no matter how much he works me open or lubes us up.
Glitch reads the situation and leans forward, kissing my shoulder while he slides the box closer to us. I hear him rummaging through it, but I’m a little too panicked to ask what he’s getting. I hear a click.
Buzzzzzzzzzz.
He presses a vibrator against my clit and makes me come while he stuffs two of his fingers back into my ass, working me open again. “That’s a good girl.” He twists and pumps and twists and pumps. “So fucking good to me.”
My body coils. Blooms.
I feel his fingers slip out again. Then there’s a blunt pressure against my ass.
“Breathe,” he says.
I concentrate until I’m over concentrating. Overthinking.
He’s big. He’s really big. Too big. I’m gonna tear. I’m gonna die. It’s gonna hurt. I’ll never be able to sh—