Page 59 of Hurt Me Not
“I need you.”
She hovered over me for a second before slamming her lips against mine. Our tongues danced together, cum and saliva mixing together. The perfect taste.
But it was short-lived.
“Turn around. Ass up. My perfect little slut is going to get her present.”
I scrambled into position as Emerson fiddled with something behind me. The bed dipped when she came behind me, and I felt it when she pressed a different, even bigger cock to my entrance.
“Breathe, pretty girl.”
I forced myself to breathe as she pushed it into me. It stung as it went deeper inside. Each notch felt too much for me to take, but somehow, between her low praises and careful movements, it was fully seated inside me.
One of her hands fisted my hair, forcing me back to her as the other grabbed my throat before moving down to pinch my nipple.
As she snapped her hips, I cried out and let myself back up fully against her.
“Look at me as I fuck you, Pearl. This is what you wanted, right? Take a good look at your present.”
I forced my eyes open, not realizing I had closed them. Only then did I realize I could make eye contact with her like this since she was so much taller than me.
It was intoxicating. Watching her as she fucked me. A connection building between us, stringing us together as the world around us fell away.
The hand on my nipple came down to my lower stomach, where she applied pressure. I whimpered as I could feel it as she fucked me with the strap-on. It was so big, and it went so fucking deep, and I loved it.
“Emerson…” I breathed.
There was something powerful between us. I could feel it then, when it was only the two of us and all our boundaries had been knocked down. Nothing else mattered.
Warmth filled me. I melted further into her. At that moment, I trusted her more than any person I’d ever trusted in my life.
I was fully hers, and in some way, I knew she was mine.
Tears pricked my eyes again, unable to handle the flow of emotions attacking me from all sides.
Emerson. I can’t lose her. She means more to me than she’ll ever know, and I may be endangering her.
“Let yourself fall, Pearl. I’ll be here to catch you. Always.”
I let my tears fall as another, final orgasm ran through me. I grabbed onto her, never feeling more accepted or taken care of in my life.
Her name was falling from my lips like a chant.
“That’s right, my perfect Pearl. Just like that.”
I was unable to hold myself up when she pulled herself out of me, but instead of just pushing me to the bed, she was there, lifting me into her arms.
I didn’t have the energy to complain. She was silent as she took me into the bathroom, her hold not wavering as she placed me inside the bathtub with a care I didn’t know she possessed.
“A bath?” I asked, finally finding my voice. She pulled away to turn on the faucet. My eyes traveled around the bathroom, noticing the same colors as mine, but with a large tub instead of a standalone shower.
“Aftercare for my pretty girl.”
Even after she thoroughly destroyed me, I still found it in me to flush.
She plugged the drain and motioned for me to sit up so she could maneuver in behind me. Once she was in, she pulled me against her.
This time, I didn't need to ask her for a hug. She began to wash all the spit and cum off me with gentle hands. I sighed into her.
