I tasted blood from where I bit his lip too hard earlier, but he just kissed deeper, groaning into my mouth, his fingers never stopping their assault inside me, curling to hit that spot that made my toes curl. 

  “I want to feel your pussy sliding on my cock, Elara, get it nice and slick for me,” he grunted, pulling his hand free suddenly, the emptiness making me whine, but then he shoved his sweats down with his other hand, his dick springing out, thick and veined, the head flushed dark and shiny with pre-cum beading at the slit.

  It was bigger than I imagined, curving slightly, and I stared...