I nod slowly, because I do. With vivid clarity, I realize that I was always gonna end up right here, with them. It was just a matter of time and circumstances. Call it fate, or plannin’, or divine intervention, but this was inevitable, and I feel that truth settle in my stomach until I know it as surely as I know my name is Medley Bell.
“I do.”
He hums in satisfaction at my decisive answer and then reaches down to fist his cock. I sit up on my elbows to watch, notin’ each bloom on his gorgeous body as he strokes himself, his muscles constrictin’ with every movement.
“I wanna feel you.”
I sit up, not even waitin’ for him to answer as my fingers close around his dick. He’s so thick that my fingers don’t touch as I circle around him. Instead of lettin’ go, he moves his own hand on top of mine, forcin’ my grip to tighten. “Squeeze my cock harder.” He sucks in a breath. “Just like that.”
With his fingers curled over mine, I squeeze his length. I watch in rapt attention as the head of his cock leaks, and I bring my fist up over it, letting his juices coat my palm. He hisses between his teeth when I drag the wetness over him, my fist comin’ up again and again to coat my palm with more of his precum until both of our fingers are sticky and slick with his seed.
“Your touch...you have no idea how hard it is not to lose myself right now,” he says, his tone so gruff that it nearly sounds pained. I chew on my lip, my whole body feelin’ both loose and satisfied, eager and ready.
I’m so turned on that I’m surprised at myself. I just got wrung out by Flint with the best orgasms I’ve ever had, but my body and mind are needy to connect with Alder in the same way.
“Lie back.”
At Alder’s order, he lifts my hand away from him, and I lie back on my elbows. His cock is shiny and rigid, the head a darker purple than the rest of him. He’s girthy and straight, and I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together at the sight of him.
“I want you to keep lookin’ at my cock just like that,” he rumbles.
Knees on the inside of my thighs, he moves my legs further apart as he drags his dick over my slit, purposely runnin’ his wet head over my throbbin’ clit.
“It’s probably a good thing that Flint took you first,” he says, his eyes hooked on my pussy. “Because I’m not going to be able to go slow with you this time. I need you too badly.”
God, I don’t know why that admission makes a thrill shoot down my thighs, but it does.
“I don’t want slow,” I tell him, and his eyes flick up to mine with a satisfied, ravenous glint.
“Good.”
That’s all the warnin’ I get before the head of his cock sinks into my center. I gasp as he presses the first inch into me, because hot damn, I knew he was thick, but he’s just barely inside of me and I already feel a painful stretch.
I whimper, my ass shiftin’ on the mound of petals, and Alder stops, holdin’ himself still. With sure fingers, he presses against my clit and starts drawin’ circles over the throbbin’ bud, and my hips nearly buck up.
“Come on, Petal. Open for me,” he encourages, his touch never slowin’ as he continues to rotate over my clit, my nerves coilin’ tight.
“Alder…”
“That’s right,” he says, his other hand comin’ down to spread my lips open for him. “Just relax and let me claim your perfect pussy.”
A moan escapes me as he starts to press harder on my clit, makin’ my pussy flutter and more wetness gather, like my body is answerin’ his call, givin’ him what he needs to own me the way we both want.
“Watch,” he tells me as he starts pushin’ further in. Inch by thick inch, he pierces his hard cock into me, and then with a jerk of his hips, he bottoms out, tearin’ a shout from my throat.
“Oh, God,” I whimper. I’ve never felt so full in my life. He’s stretchin’ me to capacity, fillin’ me with a burn that pleasures and bites.
Alder leans down, still not lettin’ up on his ministrations to my clit as he kisses my mouth. Slowly, with every lick of his tongue and nibble of my lip, my body relaxes around him until it no longer feels like he’s gonna tear me in half. My hips jerk up because I need...I need...
“I need you to move.” The plea leaves my lips, and a puff of breath washes over my face as Alder exhales.
“Thank fuck,” he says, face and voice strained.
With controlled movements, he drags slowly out of me before pushin’ in again, and my eyes close tight, my hands diggin’ into the petals beneath me, clumps of them mashin’ in my fists.
“Alder, Alder,” I chant, because it’s so good, but it’s so damn much.
“I’ve got you, Petal,” he says, keepin’ the slow drag of his pace so that he doesn’t hurt me, his stomach and thigh muscles locked with strain as he forces himself not to pound into me.
And with every steady thrust, more and more wetness coats him, until my body has opened up for him, accommodatin’ his size until the last of the stingin’ stretch is gone, and all that’s left is the delicious fullness.
In a move that surprises myself, I hook my legs around his hips and shove until he gets the picture and we roll. Now perched on top of him, I look down, my breasts risin’ and fallin’ with fast breaths as my hands brace on the hard lines of his stomach.
“I wanna ride you.”
His hands
