Spider Game
Page 69
The rush was full body, overtaking her like a freight train, the strength of the wave enormous so that she couldn’t catch her breath, and panic began to take hold. Nothing could feel this good. She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t stop him. Another orgasm crashed through her.
I can’t take any more.
Yes, you can. You will. You need to be ready to take me.
He was relentless. She did the only thing she could think of in her panicked state. She tried to wrap him in silk. She’d trapped him the night before, and she was certain she could just pull him off her enough to give her breathing room. His tongue licked up her clit, stabbed inside. His finger followed and then a second one.
She spun silk around his wrist and tugged. To her shock, his arm went right through the woven strands.
Baby. Gruff amusement. I can go through walls. Do you think a little silk is going to stop me?
Her breath caught in her lungs. He could have gotten loose the night before when she’d tied him up. Any time he could have gotten loose, but he hadn’t. He’d allowed her to explore and feel safe. He’d given her that gift. That was enormous, so enormous, she forced air through her body and deliberately tried to relax. Giving back. Letting him have her. Letting him lead her.
His fingers stretched her and it burned, but it was a good burn. Fierce and hot. His tongue stole the ache and pushed her higher. This time, when she wanted the wave to crash over her, it didn’t come. His mouth was gone. His finger was gone. He slid his body up and over hers, one knee keeping her thighs apart.
I’m big, baby. Let me do the work. I don’t want this to hurt you.
He rubbed his face along her belly, the shadow on his jaw scraping erotically before he knelt up on the bed between her thighs, forcing them apart with the wide column of his legs. Heart pounding, she looked up at his face. He was beautiful. Wholly masculine. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed for him. When he pressed the flared head of his cock into her entrance she had to fight to keep from trying to impale herself.
It was like a hot brand invading. He pushed in just a short inch, and she gasped as he stretched her. He withdrew, waited a heartbeat, his eyes on hers, and then he pushed forward again. Slowly. Gently.
Trap. She wailed his name. Pleading in her voice. She needed him inside her and he wasn’t cooperating fast enough. She needed him, but no matter how she squirmed, she couldn’t get what she wanted.
My cock is thick, baby, and it’s going to stretch you. We’re doing this slow.
There it was again, that absolute, implacable voice that sent more liquid heat bathing just the broad head of his cock as he once again pushed inside. An inch. A slow, burning, send-fire-streaking-through-her-body inch. She caught her breath as he added a second inch, using a little more force to take his cock just a bit deeper.
Her body resisted the invasion, fighting him, even as her head thrashed on the pillow and she tried to shove her hips down hard to take him inside. She needed. She was empty without him, and that tension inside had to be released or she might not survive.
Trap tried to keep breathing, but she was so fucking tight he wasn’t actually certain he was going to get inside her. She was hot and slick and she wanted him – that was to his advantage, but she was so tight, squeezing him hard, clamping down, her sheath resistant, the inner muscles refusing to give way.
He rocked his hips back and forth, staying shallow before he retreated again. She cried out, a mewling, keening cry filled with pleas. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her eyes had gone dazed and shocked. She was beautiful lying there, her fists clenched in the sheets, and her hair wild.
“Please, Trap. I can’t take this. I need you inside me right now. Please.”
“All right, baby,” he said softly. “Breathe for me. Relax. Try to stay as relaxed as possible.”
Little beads of sweat broke out on his body. He wasn’t certain he was going to survive. She was so tight that pushing into her not only was difficult, it bordered on uncomfortable. Still, his cock was a relentless steel spike that wanted only one thing. He surged deeper, driving through tight folds, stretching her sheath, forcing the invasion to gain a couple more inches.
Her breath hissed out. He clamped his hands tight on her bottom to prevent movement. It was like being inside a molten lava tunnel, his cock surrounded by magma. Her body gripped his hard.
Scorching hot, Cayenne. A fucking vise. You’re so fucking tight.
Is that a good thing?
The best. I swear, no one sucks cock the way you do. No one kisses like you, and your body is fucking paradise, baby.
He rocked his hips, savoring the feel of her tight body surrounding his. He withdrew partially and before she could protest, he drove deeper, and this time, he felt the crown of his cock pushing against her thin barrier. He’d managed to get a little more than half his cock inside her.
He looked down to see himself, her body stretched tight around his. He’d thought seeing her mouth around him was erotic, but he fucking loved seeing his cock half swallowed by her. That beautiful red hourglass glistened with moisture.
You have to hurry, Trap, Cayenne whispered into his mind. I’m burning alive. I can’t stand it. Just do it.
Tell me what you’re feeling. He had to give her body time to adjust.
Stretched. Burning. Hurts, but feels so good at the same time. Please do something. I need you to move.
He moved one hand, sliding it up her body to her breast. His finger and thumb took possession of her nipple and he tugged hard, pinching so that the bite of pain flared in her eyes. At the same time he drove hard through the barrier and buried himself, those last few inches, to the hilt.
She screamed. Her legs slid around his hips, pulling him tighter, holding him to her. He stayed still waiting again for her eyes to clear. Waiting for her body to adjust to his size and girth.
That hurt.
I know. It won’t anymore. Just relax and let your body adjust. Breathe for me.
Already he could feel her body melting around his. Scalding him. Gripping him with all that silk. He found he was the one who had to breathe to stay in control.
You ready for this, baby?
Her gaze locked with his. I’ve been ready.
He took her at her word, caught her hips in his hands and began to thrust hard. Deep. Powering through those tight folds. Letting the friction and fire take him. Each drive forward jolted her body, but he pinned her hips in place, so she had no choice but to take each stroke as he gave it to her.
I can’t take any more.
Yes, you can. You will. You need to be ready to take me.
He was relentless. She did the only thing she could think of in her panicked state. She tried to wrap him in silk. She’d trapped him the night before, and she was certain she could just pull him off her enough to give her breathing room. His tongue licked up her clit, stabbed inside. His finger followed and then a second one.
She spun silk around his wrist and tugged. To her shock, his arm went right through the woven strands.
Baby. Gruff amusement. I can go through walls. Do you think a little silk is going to stop me?
Her breath caught in her lungs. He could have gotten loose the night before when she’d tied him up. Any time he could have gotten loose, but he hadn’t. He’d allowed her to explore and feel safe. He’d given her that gift. That was enormous, so enormous, she forced air through her body and deliberately tried to relax. Giving back. Letting him have her. Letting him lead her.
His fingers stretched her and it burned, but it was a good burn. Fierce and hot. His tongue stole the ache and pushed her higher. This time, when she wanted the wave to crash over her, it didn’t come. His mouth was gone. His finger was gone. He slid his body up and over hers, one knee keeping her thighs apart.
I’m big, baby. Let me do the work. I don’t want this to hurt you.
He rubbed his face along her belly, the shadow on his jaw scraping erotically before he knelt up on the bed between her thighs, forcing them apart with the wide column of his legs. Heart pounding, she looked up at his face. He was beautiful. Wholly masculine. Her entire body pulsed and throbbed for him. When he pressed the flared head of his cock into her entrance she had to fight to keep from trying to impale herself.
It was like a hot brand invading. He pushed in just a short inch, and she gasped as he stretched her. He withdrew, waited a heartbeat, his eyes on hers, and then he pushed forward again. Slowly. Gently.
Trap. She wailed his name. Pleading in her voice. She needed him inside her and he wasn’t cooperating fast enough. She needed him, but no matter how she squirmed, she couldn’t get what she wanted.
My cock is thick, baby, and it’s going to stretch you. We’re doing this slow.
There it was again, that absolute, implacable voice that sent more liquid heat bathing just the broad head of his cock as he once again pushed inside. An inch. A slow, burning, send-fire-streaking-through-her-body inch. She caught her breath as he added a second inch, using a little more force to take his cock just a bit deeper.
Her body resisted the invasion, fighting him, even as her head thrashed on the pillow and she tried to shove her hips down hard to take him inside. She needed. She was empty without him, and that tension inside had to be released or she might not survive.
Trap tried to keep breathing, but she was so fucking tight he wasn’t actually certain he was going to get inside her. She was hot and slick and she wanted him – that was to his advantage, but she was so tight, squeezing him hard, clamping down, her sheath resistant, the inner muscles refusing to give way.
He rocked his hips back and forth, staying shallow before he retreated again. She cried out, a mewling, keening cry filled with pleas. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her eyes had gone dazed and shocked. She was beautiful lying there, her fists clenched in the sheets, and her hair wild.
“Please, Trap. I can’t take this. I need you inside me right now. Please.”
“All right, baby,” he said softly. “Breathe for me. Relax. Try to stay as relaxed as possible.”
Little beads of sweat broke out on his body. He wasn’t certain he was going to survive. She was so tight that pushing into her not only was difficult, it bordered on uncomfortable. Still, his cock was a relentless steel spike that wanted only one thing. He surged deeper, driving through tight folds, stretching her sheath, forcing the invasion to gain a couple more inches.
Her breath hissed out. He clamped his hands tight on her bottom to prevent movement. It was like being inside a molten lava tunnel, his cock surrounded by magma. Her body gripped his hard.
Scorching hot, Cayenne. A fucking vise. You’re so fucking tight.
Is that a good thing?
The best. I swear, no one sucks cock the way you do. No one kisses like you, and your body is fucking paradise, baby.
He rocked his hips, savoring the feel of her tight body surrounding his. He withdrew partially and before she could protest, he drove deeper, and this time, he felt the crown of his cock pushing against her thin barrier. He’d managed to get a little more than half his cock inside her.
He looked down to see himself, her body stretched tight around his. He’d thought seeing her mouth around him was erotic, but he fucking loved seeing his cock half swallowed by her. That beautiful red hourglass glistened with moisture.
You have to hurry, Trap, Cayenne whispered into his mind. I’m burning alive. I can’t stand it. Just do it.
Tell me what you’re feeling. He had to give her body time to adjust.
Stretched. Burning. Hurts, but feels so good at the same time. Please do something. I need you to move.
He moved one hand, sliding it up her body to her breast. His finger and thumb took possession of her nipple and he tugged hard, pinching so that the bite of pain flared in her eyes. At the same time he drove hard through the barrier and buried himself, those last few inches, to the hilt.
She screamed. Her legs slid around his hips, pulling him tighter, holding him to her. He stayed still waiting again for her eyes to clear. Waiting for her body to adjust to his size and girth.
That hurt.
I know. It won’t anymore. Just relax and let your body adjust. Breathe for me.
Already he could feel her body melting around his. Scalding him. Gripping him with all that silk. He found he was the one who had to breathe to stay in control.
You ready for this, baby?
Her gaze locked with his. I’ve been ready.
He took her at her word, caught her hips in his hands and began to thrust hard. Deep. Powering through those tight folds. Letting the friction and fire take him. Each drive forward jolted her body, but he pinned her hips in place, so she had no choice but to take each stroke as he gave it to her.
