Page 45 of Ironside
“You’re such a good fucking girl, sweetheart,” Ironside said, his voice husky. The tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief as his orgasm barrelled closer. “Wrapping those pretty lips around me. Teasing me with your tongue.”
Hearing his praise spurred me on even more. I pumped my finger in and out of my pussy easily, with no pain, no burn. Then I eagerly added a second.
My rhythm faltered and I sucked in a sharp breath. An edge of pain sliced through me, but I waited until it faded.
Two fingers wasn’t even remotely close to Ironside’s girth. But I didn’t care.
“I want you inside me,” I said, gazing up at him.
Ironside blew out a gust of air, his cock glistening with my saliva, hard as steel in my grip.
“Are you sure? There’s lube in my saddlebags.”
I nodded, even though a bubble of anxiety grew in my stomach. Our previous attempts at penetration usually required plenty of foreplay and lots of lube. Ironside kept spare bottles of lube everywhere—in his car, in his saddlebags, even sneakinga few into my purse. Even if all he did was finger me, lube still helped.
But this time, I was too impatient to do as much foreplay as usual. The pink diamond engagement ring on my finger flashed in the sunlight as I stroked his cock. I really wanted him. Now.
“I think I’m wet enough as it is,” I offered.
Ironside arched an eyebrow.
“Then let me see.”
I settled back against the grass as he stripped my jeans and panties down to my ankles. The cool air felt scandalous against my overheated skin. I gasped as he caressed my pussy, paying extra attention to my clit, before finally hooking two fingers inside me.
“Fuck, you really are soaked,” he said.
Biting my lower lip with anticipation, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His cock jutted up, red and thick and swollen. He rested one palm on my inner thigh, massaging my walls, with his sleeves rolled up to expose his tattooed forearms.
My future husband wassmoking hot.
He finger fucked me until my legs were shaking and my pussy made slick squelching sounds. I clutched his shoulder, flinging my head back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I babbled..
Ironside talked me through it, pinching and toying with my clit while he maintained a brutal pace with his fingers.
“That’s it, petal, you’re so close. If you want my cock so badly, you have to prove it and come for me first. I need that pretty pussy of yours dripping when I slide into you."
Digging my heels into the dirt, I pushed into his hand, rolling my hips. Desperate for more friction.
Ironside delivered a few quick taps to my sensitive clit as he added a third finger. The burning stretch made me whimper, but my orgasm was already crashing over me. My back arched, mywalls clenched around his fingers, and I shattered, grinding and grinding until the burning stretch disappeared and all I could feel was a delirious pleasure washing over me.
I had barely sagged against the grass, muscles twitching with aftershocks, when Ironside settled over me. He covered my body with his own, caging me beneath him.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking pretty when you come, petal,” he said, kissing my neck.
I slid my arms around his shoulders, sharply aware of his thick cock trapped between us like a searing brand. The grass itched against my bare thighs and a gust of wind made me shiver, burrowing into Ironside’s body heat.
I reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding his tip through my pussy lips to gather my cream.
“What about a condom?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“For the first time we finally have sex, I don’t want a damn thing between us. Besides,” I added with a blush. “I'd be more than happy to get pregnant."
Ironside hummed, sliding his hand under my shirt to palm my breast.
