Come with Me

"I haven't even touched your nipples yet, Casey," he said, "and they're already hard for me." I could feel the tightness in my breasts and knew it was true. "Don't try to hide that you want it." Brad resumed kissing and licking my breasts before finally running his tongue across one tight nipple. I moaned. He suckled on each nipple in turn. By the time he was done with my breasts, I could feel dampness spreading between my legs. He kissed down my side and across my belly. Goosebumps rose on my legs and arms as his mouth coaxed hundreds of nerves to life in my skin. I grinded my hips back into the mattress. I felt him smile against my stomach. He kissed down until his mouth touched the waistband of my thong.

"You see?" he asked silkily in his deep, husky voice. "Admit you like it."

"I-I don-. . ." I began to protest.

"Don't argue with me when you know I'm right, Casey," he interrupted.

He gently kissed down my hip and down my thigh, then sideways to the inside of my leg. His lips and facial hair on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh sent tingles of delightful sensation coursing through my body. I gasped and pressed my legs together quickly. Brad grabbed behind my knees and pulled my legs open. He continued to kiss the inside of my thigh, then kissed and licked up toward my thong.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I jumped. Brad whipped his head toward the door, his face a mix of horror and irritation.

Brad clamped his hand quickly over my mouth before I could think to scream.

"Anyone in there?" someone called as they tried to open the door. "Hey, open this door right now! Who's in there!?" It was a male voice.

"Just a second!" Brad called, his irritation growing. He jerked a pillowcase off one of the pillows with his free hand, then quickly stuffed the pillowcase into my mouth, the material muffling my call for help.

Brad got up and quickly threw the edge of the comforter over my body to hide my nakedness. He went to the door and opened it a crack.

"Oh, Corey!" Brad said, relieved.

"Oh. Hi, Brad. What's going on in there?" Corey asked curiously. Brad swung the door open half way so Corey could look inside. "Holy shit, is that Casey?" Corey asked in disbelief.

"Yep," Brad sounded proud.

"Damn, man, I didn't think you could pull it off, even with my drinks! . . . Uh, is she alright?"

As they talked, I twisted my right hand around to try to reach the knot in the cloth restraint. "Yeah, Core'. She came up here willingly, let me kiss her and everything," Brad reassured him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to rape her. You know how I feel about her."

"Alright . . ." Corey responded. "Well, I'll be damned, I never thought in a million years that you would get Casey Waylen into bed with you!" Corey's laugh receded down the hall as Brad closed and locked the door.

I whimpered through the pillowcase and yanked on the restraints around my wrists. My eyes were glued to Brad as he moved to the foot of the bed.

"That was close," he said as he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart. He leaned down and began kissing the inside of my other thigh. Each kiss and soft brush of his facial hair made my pussy more and more slick and swollen. He lifted my leg and moved his mouth closer and closer to my thong, biting gently at my skin along the way. My pussy began to throb as he moved his tongue in swirling motions across the edge of my thong. I silently begged my body to stop responding to him as my cum gradually soaked through my underwear. He moved his tongue across my skin in one long, thick, sweeping stroke, from the bottom of my ass to the front of my pelvis, along the border of my thong. That's when he felt it.

"Oh, what do we have here?" he asked, referencing the intense heat radiating from my pussy. He smiled and brought his hand up. Ever so lightly, he brushed his knuckle across my clit through my thong. My thighs shuddered involuntarily. He smiled.

"Well, Casey, it seems you can't hide your true feelings from me." I moved my tongue against the pillowcase, attempting to push it out of my mouth. "I told you I would stop if you didn't like it, but . . ." Brad lightly stroked my clit with his knuckle again, and my thighs trembled. He grinned, satisfied. ". . . it seems you do like what I'm doing to you, don't you?" He brushed his knuckle across my clit once more for emphasis. I shivered as tremors trickled through my legs and up into my stomach.

"That's a good girl," he cooed. "You can squirm for me all you like, I don't mind at all."

With that, he hooked his finger through the crotch of my thong and pulled it down. My bare pussy exposed to him only made me more wet. I whimpered. Whether I whimpered for him to stop or whimpered for him to keep going, I wasn't sure. He flicked his tongue against my pussy lips, then nibbled at the top of my mound gently. I gripped the strips of material holding me to the bedposts.

He flicked his tongue against my clit. My legs jerked up, but Brad caught them. Holding my legs spread open, he slid the tip of his tongue slowly from the top of my slit down onto my clit, then back up, then back down onto my clit again. I whined. It was almost more than I could stand. Unable to move my arms or legs, I laid there spread open and at the mercy of his tongue, at the mercy of however much or little he wanted to give me.

"Do you want me to lick your clit?" he whispered. I mewled quietly. "I can't hear you, Casey, and I can't tell if that's a yes or a no." He slid his tongue down onto my clit again, then back up away from it. I whimpered louder. My head was swimming. I couldn't stand it. I needed release. My pussy was throbbing and begging for it.

"Tell me what you want, Casey. Tell me you want it, and I'll give it to you."

"Yhff, yhff . . ." my muffled 'yes, yes' sounded through the pillowcase.

"Good girl," he growled. Brad's tongue dove onto my clit. I arched my back and squealed with the sudden sensation. His tongue circled and circled, sucked and flicked. I moaned as my legs twitched and shivers ran up my spine.

After a few minutes, he stopped and said, "Let's see how much you liked that, shall we?" He ran a finger over the opening of my pussy, back a forth a few times. His eyebrows lifted in awe. "My God, Casey, you're dripping!" My face became hot. Slowly, he slid a single finger inside me. I moaned as his finger pushed apart my swollen pussy. He slid it slowly in to the second knuckle. I lifted my hips, rising to swallow more of his finger into my dripping and eager hole. He pulled his finger out to the first knuckle, then pushed it back in to the second. I raised my hips higher, wanting his finger deeper.

He pulled his finger out, covered in my cum, and looked at it in deep satisfaction. My mind reeled. My body craved his finger, and I was desperate for it to be back inside.

"Do you want to feel how wet you are?" he asked, sounding pleased with himself. He rubbed the outside of my pussy with his fingers, spreading my own juices all over my pussy lips. I murmured quietly in embarrassment. I had said I didn't wanted this. Now, I was dripping cum all over this man's hands.

"I think you have something to tell me, Casey!" Brad said as he jerked the pillowcase out of my mouth. He pressed his hand hard against my pussy and clit, and kissed me roughly. I grinded my hips into his hand.

Brad grasped my jaw with his free hand, so I couldn't look away from him. "You want me," he growled. "Look how wet you are, how swollen and hot you are. Tell me you want me to make you come. I'm the only one who can give you release now."

My lips were parted, and I was breathing hard. I stared at him, his face close to mine. I knew he was right. "Y-yes . . ." I panted.

"Yes what, Casey?"

"Yes, I want you to . . . I want you to make me come."

"Tell me I'm the only one who can help you." He pressed his hand harder into my clit and pussy, making me close my eyes and rock my hips back and forth.

"You're the only one who can help me," I told him.

"Look at me and beg me for my cock."

I opened my eyes. "What? No, I . . ."

"If you want to come, you're going to come my way," Brad said forcefully. "Now, you want to come, don't you?" He grinded his hand harder into my clit, making me moan.

"Yes!"

Brad leaned down, and his breath was warm on my neck as he whispered darkly into my ear, "Then beg me for it."

Goosebumps rose on my arms and legs. Unable to take any more, my pussy screaming for release, I started to beg. "Please, Brad, make me come. With your cock. Please make me come on your cock."

"Good girl," he growled. He jerked his pants down and produced his very large, very erect cock. The veins stood out against his skin, bulging. He rubbed the tip up and down along my slit, moistening it with my cum. His eyes were hungry. He pulled my legs open wide and pressed the head of his cock against my opening.

"Brad, I don't think that's going to fi-" He pushed forward, forcing the head against the opening of my pussy. His cock pushed up in between the tender folds, prying it open. Brad thrust forward, and my pussy grudgingly gave way to his head. I winced. He groaned.

"My God, Casey, you're tight," he said through clenched teeth. My pussy clutched at the base of his head. He slowly forced in a half inch further, ignoring my hole's resistance.

"Wait!" I panted.

"Shh, Casey," he said.

I obeyed and bit my lip. He pushed it in another inch, moaning low, then stopped. Unable to force more of his cock into me, he grabbed my hips and pulled out about half an inch. Then, he thrust forward hard. I yelped.

"Brad, please wait!"

"Quiet, Casey," he snarled. I fell silent. He pulled out again, desire burning in his eyes, and thrust forward again. I whimpered.

"Shh. It's almost in." He pulled out a third time and pressed his open palm over my mouth. I looked up at him in disbelief. He thrust forward a third time. His hand muffled my cry as the length of his cock relentlessly pushed the walls of my pussy away. His pelvis hit my mound as he forced me to take all of him.

"It's okay, Casey, it's in." He moved his hand away and kissed me. As he kissed me, he pressed the base of his cock into me, smashing his balls against my ass.

I tore my lips away from his. "Brad, it's too deep . . ."

"Hush, Casey," he said sternly. "You'll get used to it. You're going to have to."

He began moving his hips, working his cock around inside me. "I'll loosen you up. You'll be able to take me easily very soon," he said. Gradually, as he worked me with his cock, he began thrusting. My pussy gripped his cock hard, squeezing around him rhythmically with his thrusts. Each time he pulled back, the soft pink flesh of my pussy gripped his cock and pulled out with it. I was so wet that there was nothing stopping him from sliding in and out again and again. His cock looked unnaturally large between my legs, but there was nothing I could do to stop him as he pumped into me harder and faster. He pulled out until my pussy was clinched around the head of his cock, then he thrust in all the way to the base. From head to base he penetrated me again and again. I shuddered as my pussy pulsated and constricted around his member. It squeezed and released then squeezed him again, massaging his cock. Warm tingling built up in my pelvis the more he pumped.

"Don't stop, please . . ." I begged as he drove his cock into me.

"I won't," he whispered, continuing his long, deep, steady strokes.

He was breathing hard. I arched up into him as I panted his name.

"I'm . . . I'm going to come soon," I said through soft mewls. Brad pumped faster, my pussy stretching wide around his cock. My legs shook weakly, unable to mitigate his deep, unyielding penetrations. I looked down at myself, speared on his gigantic cock, my pussy stretched around it.

"Come with me," he commanded. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably around his cock as I started to come. He pressed deep inside me, making me take his entire cock as he squirted his load. When he finished, he looked down at his cock inside my stretched, swollen, abused pussy. I followed his gaze to his thick, veiny cock protruding from my pussy, glistening and covered in my cum. Immediately, I knew this wasn't going to be the last time I would behold that sight.