Tell Me

JaneVera’s POV

I trembled violently, utterly undone, hips lifting off his lap without permission, chasing more. My core throbbed around his fingers, wet and clinging, sucking him deeper with every filthy stroke. Heat coiled tighter and tighter low in my belly, a molten spiral ready to snap.

My breath hitched as he twisted his wrist, sliding those thick digits in and out with a slow rhythm that wiped every thought from my mind. All that existed was the wet drag of his fingers, the obscene squelch of my cunt, and the way my walls clenched and pulsed desperately, aching for more. My thighs quivered uncontrollably, slick dripping in thick rivulets down his hand.

“You love it when I own this pussy, don’t you?” He growled, voice rough with hunger. “Admit it, Vera.”

My hips rocked helplessly onto his fingers, pleasure spiraling white-hot through me.

“I do…” I breathed, voice shaking, shivers twisting tight in my belly. “God, I do… I love it when you take me like this…” The words broke on a gasp as my hips jerked forward, impaling me deeper. “I need… I need you…”

“Of course you do,” he purred, sliding his fingers in and out of my dripping cunt in long strokes. My moans choked out in ragged, wet bursts, my body trembling, slick and hot, stretched perfectly around him as he finger-fucked me raw.

“Yes… I… love it,” I moaned, slick dripping freely down his wrist. “Please… don’t stop…”

He chuckled, low and satisfied, pressing me harder against his thigh. “Good girl. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Now say you came down here for me.”

He slid his fingers out slowly, leaving me clenching emptily around nothing, aching, desperate.

“No…” I whispered, stubborn even while my hips chased his retreating hand.

SMACK!

His enormous palm cracked across my ass like thunder. The force slammed my spread pussy down onto his thigh, my swollen clit mashing against the hard muscle, slick smearing everywhere. I screamed, the sting blooming vicious and perfect.

“Such a stubborn little thing,” he growled.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Each brutal slap drove my dripping cunt harder against his leg, forcing my slick lips to spread and grind, my clit throbbing with every punishing impact. Between the blows he cupped my burning cheek, warm palm stroking, fondling, kneading the scarlet flesh like he owned it, because he did.

Another vicious smack, then his hand soothed again, fingers tracing the blazing handprints, making me whimper and writhe.

“Say it,” he commanded, voice dark and relentless. “Say you came down here naked and dripping for me.”

My pride cracked with the next ringing slap.

“I came for you!” I sobbed, tears streaking my cheeks, cunt gushing fresh slick down his thigh. “Only for you, Caesar, pleaseee….”

His satisfied growl rumbled low and feral, the only warning before two thick fingers slammed back into my aching cunt in one brutal thrust. He curled them hard, hooking right against that spot that made my vision spark white, fucking me deep and fast, the wet, filthy squelch of my pussy echoing with every punishing stroke. My walls clamped around him, fluttering wildly, slick gushing over his hand.

Then he ripped them out.

My cunt clenched on nothing, twitching, gaping, desperate.

SMACK!

The slap cracked across my burning ass like lightning, sharp, perfect, and merciless. My whole body jerked forward, a broken sob tearing from my throat.

“Fuck!” I cried.

Another spank, then another, three, four, five, no rhythm, just raw, animal possession. My cheeks blazed a deep scarlet, throbbing hot and swollen, every impact forcing a fresh torrent of slick to flood between my thighs.

He spread me wide with rough hands, thumbs digging cruelly into tender, punished flesh, pulling my cheeks apart until my dripping pussy and tight little hole were completely exposed.

SMACK!

His palm landed directly on my bare, soaked cunt, a loud, wet crack that rang through the room.

“AAAHHH!!!” I screamed, back bowing violently, instinctively tilting my hips higher, offering everything, begging without words.

His low, filthy laugh vibrated. “That’s it… Give me every fucking thing.”

Two thick fingers plunged back in without warning, curling hard, stroking that devastating spot until my vision went white. I rode his hand like I was starving, thighs shaking uncontrollably, slick pouring over his wrist in hot, endless streams.

“Who does this greedy little cunt belong to?” He growled into my ear, teeth scraping skin, voice raw and lethal.

He added a third finger, stretching me impossibly wide, pumping slow and deep, and scissoring inside me until I sobbed.

My walls fluttered wildly around him, sucking him in, trying to keep him buried forever.

“Answer me!” he demanded.

“You, Caesar!” I wailed, voice shredded. “Fuck, it’s yours, only yours, always yours!”

A dark, triumphant growl rumbled from his chest.

“Good girl.”

He withdrew his fingers with a slow, wet drag that left my cunt clenching desperately on nothing. Before I could whimper at the emptiness, his huge hands clamped onto my hips, fingers digging into the bruised flesh, and he lifted me like I weighed nothing at all.

“Up,” he ordered, voice rough with raw hunger. “Straddle me. Now.”

I scrambled to obey, knees sinking into the couch on either side of his powerful thighs, settling over his lap. My dripping cunt hovered just above the obscene, straining bulge in his boxers. Heat poured off him, the soaked cotton clinging to every thick inch, every pulsing vein, every throb of his cock. I could feel him, huge and rigid, leaking through the fabric, and my pussy fluttered greedily, another bead of slick dripped straight onto the swollen head outlined beneath, and I couldn’t stop my hips from rolling, grinding my swollen, throbbing clit against the rigid length trapped in his boxers, chasing friction like a bitch in heat.

I sank down, slowly, torturously, letting every inch of the slide be felt. My slick, swollen folds parted greedily around the thick, clothed ridge of his cock, the soaked cotton of his boxers doing nothing to hide how hard and how massive he was. The friction was maddening, my puffy, hypersensitive lips dragging along the rigid length, clit catching on the flared crown with every teasing roll of my hips until sparks exploded behind my eyes.

A low, guttural groan rumbled out of him raw, helpless, almost pained, his head falling back against the couch, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped.

I kept going, rocking forward and back, coating him completely. My juices soaked through the fabric in seconds, turning it dark and transparent, clinging obscenely to every vein, every throb, until the outline of his cock was on full display beneath me, glistening with me. The wet sound of silk and skin and cotton was filthy and shameless, echoing in the quiet room.

Every time the fat, leaking head nudged my entrance through that thin barrier, my cunt clenched on nothing, fluttering, desperate, and another thick bead of slick dripped straight onto him. A violent shudder wracked me, thighs trembling, breath hitching as the promise of being filled so close, so fucking close, made my vision blur.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, hands flexing on my hips, fingers digging bruises into my skin. “You’re soaking me… marking me like a needy little slut.”

I rolled my hips harder, grinding my clit against the swollen crown, letting him feel how empty, how ready I was. Another gush of slick spilled out, running down his shaft, pooling at the base, and dripping off his balls.

He cursed under his breath, hips jerking up involuntarily, pressing that clothed cockhead harder against my entrance, stretching the fabric, stretching me just enough to burn.

I whimpered, nails raking down his chest, and sank lower still, letting the soaked cotton mold perfectly between my folds, letting him feel every pulse, every desperate clench.

“C–Caesar…” I whimpered, nails raking burning trails down his chest, trying to anchor myself as my thighs shook uncontrollably.

He gripped my sore, blazing ass with both hands, fingers sinking deep into punished flesh, spreading me wide. My cunt opened shamelessly, lips splaying around his trapped cock, forcing me to take every merciless inch of that brutal friction.

“Tell me who you came for,” he rasped, eyes locked on mine, black and feral.