Bitch, I Love You - Sex Stories

Bitch, I Love You

... Both at the same time," she said.

There was a hitch in Davin's rhythm, a moment of respite for all the warmth he'd been stroking into my g-spot. It felt swollen, like it might burst. And then, the pressure was back. Davin's cock and thumb drove into me at the same time and, as if there was just no more room back there, all the heat from my spot spiderwebbed out through my body.

It was not an orgasm. Not quite. But it was the next best thing. So delicious and wonderful that I didn't care about the distant sound of Heather laughing at my mewling cries, or the persistent frustration that I couldn't quite figure out how to cum from this type of pleasure—even though I'd been sure for a moment that this was it.

Davin's cock pulled back, and all the beautiful heat that had dispersed through my body suddenly returned to my sex like it was sucking into a void. The swelling sensation was back in my spot but something had happened to the warmth while it was away. There was more of it now, so much more, too much—

Davin filled me again. Forced the light back out through me. And again. And again. Each time somehow more intense and wonderful than the last. But still, impossibly, I didn't cum. It was maddening, crossing over from pleasure to something sinister that waited on the other side. I ground my hips, trying to find something of Heather's anatomy to rub my clit against, but the angle wasn't right.

"I'm close," Davin panted.

Heather wrapped her arms around me like ...

... she thought I might try to escape. It wasn't necessary, I wouldn't have even been able to hold myself up. "Fill'er up!" she encouraged Davin.

He shifted his hips so he could bury himself deep in me. It broke the magic cycle I'd been riding, let me drift back to consciousness just in time to hear him grunt. His hand on my ass squeezed painfully tight. His thumb hooked in my hole like he was trying to stretch a balloon. And where his cock split me, I felt him twitch.

Davin's hips spasmed. They stirred his cock inside me. It felt different now, soupier. "Fuck. Holly fuck," he groaned. Heather snickered. I'd told her about his favorite word.

Davin slumped forward, covering me with his bulk. My back was sticky where we met. His sweat, or mine? Underneath me, Heather stopped snickering. Davin was heavy.

I felt the weird internal tug of a softening penis leaving me. I squeezed my kegels, not wanting anything to escape with it. His thumb started to pull out too. It suddenly felt much bigger in my ass, far more invasive, now that I wasn't being fucked. I clenched harder as it left, even though it hurt a little.

Heather stroked my hair. I tried to pick up my head and look at her, but Davin's weight made it awkward. I settled for un-suctioning my lips from her neck. "Did he?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said.

"Did you?"

"No."

"Mmmh. Good."

"Bitch."

Davin's weight receded. I felt a little bit less like a squeezed tube of toothpaste—without the cap.

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