Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... the sharp bristles coming in contact with the hood of my clit. For “soft” bristles, they feel rough and sharp. He gently rubs the brush up and down the hood, dragging the flesh with it exciting the erect tissue underneath. Palm side up, two fingers enter my cunt, my swollen walls squeeze in on them. His fingertips make contact with my g-spot, pushing firmly and rubbing in a controlled repetitive pattern. “Wow! I can feel those vibrations radiate straight through my fingertips…that’s amazing power.” “Uh, huh…” is all I can respond with as my orgasm grows like a helium balloon about to pop. Pressure builds within me, reaching every corner of my body until I can’t hold back any longer. An explosion of pleasure and light crashes through me; I barely notice that he’s turned off the toothbrush and put it aside. He continues to fuck his fingers in and out of my pussy, milking every last sensation from my body. My head falls forward, as I slump in my bindings. My breath is coming in short pants, not from being restricted, but from the marathon I’d just endured. I’m vaguely aware that he is carefully cutting through the plastic; limbs first, then my torso. Painful prickles jerk me back as my arms and legs are allowed to move once again. Patrick massages each limb individually with strong fingers, until normal circulation returns. “All good?” He asks, tilting my head upwards to look into my glassy eyes. “So good, sir.” I say sleepily. “Okay, sweet girl. This is going to be fast and ...

... rough.” In one sweeping motion, he picks me up from the chair, carrying me in his arms before laying me down on my back, on the bed. On his knees before me, my legs are pushed back and my ankles up over his shoulders; he drives into my cunt in one fluid thrust and begins to fuck me as he promised. Hard, fast, and deep. His balls slap my ass with each thrust. While I know my body is incapable of another orgasm, the feeling of his cock inside of me, fitting so perfectly, rubbing just the right way, currents of pleasure continue to thrill my body. “Ah, Corrine. Fuck! This feels so fucking good. You are so tight, baby…” Words of raw lust continue to pass his lips; his eyes are clenched shut, his lips parted. Intense concentration dominates his features until his eyes shoot open look down into mine as his orgasm sweeps through his body. His hips jerk against my flesh, as cum floods my core. He collapses next to me, pulling me close so my head rests on his chest. Lazy fingers trail a pattern across my back as we both recover. The cat, who has chosen to remain hidden for the majority of our trip decides in this moment it’s time to be social, jumps up on the bed and curls up just behind my back purring loudly. The heat is almost unbearable but I don’t have the heart to move him. “Patrick?” “Hmmm?” He replies, sleepily. “Please make sure to pack that toothbrush home.” “Looking after your dental hygiene, are we?” “Mm, hmm. Something like that.” *** Patrick’s friends Tyson and Alexandra, ...