A Perfect Piece of Timing Ch. 02

I jumped a little, but he went one. There was a bottle of olive oil that I didn't notice before. He coated his fingers and one finger went in without a fight. It didn't hurt at all. With no complaints from me, he got bolder and added a second finger. With his mouth sucking like a madman on my clit, I couldn't feel pain. The pressure he was giving felt forbidden. Not painful, but new and exciting. His thrusts became more insistent and before I knew it, a third finger was added. Before I knew it, I was begging him for more. He would not deny me.

He stood up and lathered his cock. I was scared and excited. He positioned his cock near my ass and slowly pushed in. I moaned loudly. It hurt, but I didn't want him to stop. I nodded at him to continue and he pushed a little farther in, his hand rubbing hard against my clit. Pulling in and out, he slowly made his way deep into my ass. Once again, I felt his hips next to mine. He filled me, then waited for my okay to continue. I grunted with acceptance and he slowly sawed himself in and out. His eyes, watching my expressions and savoring my moans of pleasure. He was right. It felt amazing. While his finger, still rubbing furiously on my clit, his hips began to thrust faster. He started pounding into my ass. It belonged to him. He moved my hand over to my clit and instructed me to continue what he was doing to it. I rubbed while he took both legs behind his shoulders. He grabbed my waist, then fucked me like a mad man.

I rubbed and panted. I was going to cum fast and hard. He was too. He grunted and fucked me hard. The table was rocking back and forth. I was moaning wildly while he fucked me mercilessly on his family's kitchen table. I came hard. My body felt like one single exposed nerve. Feeling everything. He lost control soon after that, blasting my ass with his hot cum. We stayed motionless, letting what just happened between us last as long as possible.

He pulled out, then carried me upstairs into the master bathroom. He washed me gently. When I was clean, I returned the favor. I washed his cock and thrust it inside my mouth, needing it badly again. When it became hard enough, he picked me up and raised me against the wall, fucking me furiously. He told me that I wasn't ready, but I begged him to fuck my ass again. He complied. We both came over and over again. He brought me my dress when it was over, then drove me home. We didn't say much to each other on the ride. We didn't need to. When we arrived at my house, he kissed my neck.

"I want to see you again tomorrow, Kitten," he purred.

"Okay" I said smiling.

"You did so well today" he cooed. "I can't wait for tomorrow. I'm going to show you things you never thought were possible." He stopped his car. "Be ready by three. I'll pick you up."

"Okay Mr. Kane." I jumped out of his truck and headed for the door. In my mind, I was trying to think of what else he could show or teach me. Whatever he had in mind, I was up for. That day blew all my fantasies out of the water. I was his. I was willing. I needed it.