Page 159 of Handsome Devil
I pushed her forward a little bit and she put out her hands, leaning on the desk. She let me bend her over. I hiked her dress right up over her ass and pressed a hand to her lower back, holding her there as I unbuckled my belt.
She heard it.
She didn’t stop me.
I shoved my clothes out of the way, took out my cock, and stroked my hand up and down my shaft, once, as it flexed in my grip. I was hard and aching to go. I ran my other hand down her ass and stroked the opening of her pussy with my thumb. Very wet.
And just as I was getting lined up, she breathed, “Not inside, okay? I just… I can’t.”
Dead stop.
“What?”
“Just… use your hands or something.”
Okay? I proceeded obediently, my hands growing minds of their own. My right hand just started going to town on my dick, and my left hand played with her pussy. I rubbed her clit in circles with my thumb… then shoved a finger inside her.
Devi groaned and arched her back, pushing into me as I undulated my finger around, massaging her inner walls.
I was already too far gone down the rabbit hole to really care how this happened… as long as we both came at the end of it.
Fuck, I wanted to ram myself inside her.
But I didn’t push the issue. I didn’t need to. She wanted to draw that line, I could play her way. Maybe she wouldn’t let me fuck her, but I could still make her come.
I could still seize control of her body for a few sweet minutes and make her react the way I wanted her to.
I slipped a second digit into her and started fucking her with my fingers, a lot more urgently than the first time, as I jerked myself off. Weirdly, I’d never actually jerked off on a woman like this before. Wasn’t sure why. Opportunity never presented? Full-bore fucking always seemed like a more obvious option?
Never really thought it would be all that spectacular or anywhere near as satisfying.
But there was something fucking ridiculously satisfying about working my new wife’s pussy with my fingers when I hadn’t even fucked her yet, jacking myself off over her in the middle of the day, fully dressed, as she bent over for me.
As daylight poured over us.
I worked her with my thumb and fingers, and as she got close, her breathing getting all desperate and her helpless cries getting louder, I got close. She was dripping. I was fucking thudding with need. She kept bearing down on me in a hungry, greedy rhythm. And I wondered why she wouldn’t just fuck me already.
She was clearly hot for this.
No matter how we fought or she doubted me, no matter how much she claimed to hate me, every time I touched her pussy, she gave it up like a desperate housewife opening the door to a shirtless carpenter in a porno. I probably could’ve suggested anything, done anything right now, and she’d let me.
Other than fuck her, apparently.
She moaned and swiveled her hips as her pussy spasmed on my fingers, and suddenly she was coming… panting softly and then a little scream… as she gripped the desk and probably struggled not to collapse.
My balls pulled up tight, and I throttled my impending orgasm with my hand before it hit.
I took a breath. When it was safe to move again, I started stroking again, slowly. I wanted to come all over her wet, shivering pussy, but I had no idea if that would be cool.
We already had that talk, sort of. The protection-or-no-protection talk. Very casually, in the back of the car on the way home after she came all over my face in that restaurant. She was on the pill. She was clean. I was clean. So, bareback was an option. My fluids were welcome all over her body, in theory.
She hadn’t exactly said so, but it was implied.
Maybe we both wanted to get that talk out of the way in case we lost our shit and started hate fucking each other at any given moment.
It felt imminent.
As her orgasm faded, I withdrew my fingers. She whimpered a little. I squeezed her ass cheek in my hand and spread her open.
