Vixen The Problem - Sex Stories

Vixen The Problem

... on his leg, causing an even greater feeling. More. Give me more. I need it. But to my dismay, he removes his leg. He breaks the kiss and says,

“You liked that, huh?”

I bashfully nod my head.

“Well, you’re gonna like this even more. He slides his hand from my breast all the way down to my center, rubbing it.

I gently moan, letting him know that he was right. This is infinitely better than his knee. After a moment, he speeds up his movement, causing me to moan louder and more frequently. Eventually, he stops again. But now he’s bringing his hand to his mouth. What’s he-...And he’s licking some clear fluid from one of his fingers. What? It doesn’t look like what typically comes from there, thank goodness, but still.

He sees my confusion and brings his other finger to my mouth. I reluctantly give it a small lick. It’s surprisingly good. I take his finger in my mouth, licking the rest of the fluid. Eventually, he takes his finger back and puts it back on my center. But this time’s different. He’s not rubbing anymore. He’s going under. Before I can question his methods, I feel an intense wave of pleasure as he sticks his fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan as he does so. He then starts thrusting his fingers in and out of me, causing more moans to escape me. He smirks at me before speeding up his movements, sending me into pleasure heaven. I don’t ever want this to end.

“Fuck, this feels even better,” I say in between moans, “Keep going. Please don’t ...

... stop. Oh, it feels so good. It feels so good. Yeah. Just like that. Oh yeah. Deeper. Please go deeper into me. Oooo. Fuck yeah.”

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he questions,

“Yes. I love it. I love your fingers going deeper into my hole. It’s so good.”

I’m making such lewd noises, saying such lewd things, feeling such lewd feelings, all because of him. Is this also what it means to love? It’s glorious. He makes me feel so special. I never would’ve thought I’d want this, but he has to be my master. No one else makes me feel as complete as he does. I want to be his. I want him to own me.

“You’re really getting into it, huh?” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine,

“Yes...master,” I whisper back. Wait, now he’s stopping. And he’s making an even more devious face. Was I not supposed to make that commitment yet? Is this the equivalent of proposing? Before I can say anything else, I’m picked up and carried to the bed. He places me down and spreads my legs. He then leans down, wrapping my legs in his arms, and starts licking my center, sending an even greater jolt all throughout my entire body. I instinctively arch my back and start moaning. This feeling is insane. Why do people celebrate Christmas when this can happen? I then feel him suck on a specific part of my center and it drives me wild. I grip onto the sheets, letting out even lewder moans than before.

“Yes!” I yell out, “Right there! Fuck! Oh yeah! Please keep going! Please! Suck on me more! ...