Page 125 of Her Sloth
I am as speechless as it can get. When she told me this was about the one thing I wanted, I figured she meant visiting Tokyo and the car scene, not the one fantasy I have of being hunted through a forest and then taken by a masked predator.
I want to dig myself a hole.
She stops for a moment, pulling off her helmet and then mine.
The helmets rush to the ground; she grasps my face. “Unless you don’t want to. You tell me now, right now.”
I suck in my lips.
“Tell me yes or no,” she says. “I want to hear it.”
“Yes,” I say silently.
“What’s your safe word, because I won’t be listening to no after this.”
“Oyster.”
“Good,” she says, kisses me, and then slides down my pants as far as my spread legs allow. Then she slides her hands between my legs. “Because I can’t wait to see the desparation your eyes when I catch you.”
With that, her fingers slide into me.
I am so turned on by the thought of what is about to come.
She fastens her movement just a little bit and brings my arms up, arching over the tank and moving my hips against her rhythm.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, because holy shit, the whole thing—
“I love to fuck you,” she says and enters me with more fingers.
I moan.
“Put your legs up on my thighs,” she says. I just do what she says. There is no thought in my brain right now.
And when I have—
She pulls down my pants further, puts one arm around my legs to keep me from moving as her fist pushes against my entrance and into me.
“I fucking love to fist you,” she breathes out, her mouth half open as she watches her fist pushing in and out of me.
“Fuck!” I scream out as she pushes so deep into me that it causes my entire core to clench around her fist and arm; it fills me so deep—
“Slap your pussy,” she orders me.
And I do as told, slapping my clit.
Holy.
Mother.
Of.
God.
Meanwhile, she moves her fist in and out in this epic rhythm—
I just can’t. Can’t keep it together anymore.
Heat burns my cheeks as the orgasm rolls through me and I breathe through it with moans and gasps.
