The Dare

His voice was slow and gentle, as if he were speaking to someone small and insignificant.

want to cum inside you…" he murmured. I nodded.
"Please...please do it…"

I tried to push back on him, but he gripped me harder and kept me in place, giving me a swat for good measure. He entered me slowly, just the tip at first, enough to have me gasping before he pulled out.
“Two orgasms just not enough for you?” he taunted. “You think you need more?”
I looked back at him, gazing up from the mattress - smiling, shaking, ready. “I want as much as you can give me, Master.”
He entered me fully, deep and hard, stretching me so tightly I cried out. I gripped the blankets as he fucked into me, long deep strokes that made my legs shake.

“I want to fuck you, Jess,”

I was dizzied, overwhelmed, gasping as he pulled out of me.
"Do you like that?" he growled, flipping me onto my back. His hand squeezed around my throat, pressing me back into the mattress as he entered me again. "I love when you whimper like that. So sensitive."

"Fuck, Jess…"
His cock swelled as he spilled inside me.

He smiled as I left long red lines in his skin, and smiled wider when I reached his jeans and popped the button eagerly, then slid down the zipper. His hard cock was straining against his briefs, and I stroked my hands along his length without pulling down the fabric. He felt so thick - the thought of him forcing that monster inside me made me whimper. He leaned down, kissing me deeply as I continued to stroke him.

“You’re so mean.”
He grinned, and kissed my forehead. “Oh, angel. You have no idea.”

“No, angel.” His voice was firm. “Not yet. When I fuck you - if I do - it won’t be some quick fuck on a couch. I’ll make you scream.”

I was so tense, I was certain that the slightest touch from his hand would make me cum instantaneously. My clit was pulsating with need, my nerves on fire.