i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.
you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.
you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”
“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.
“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”
you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”
pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”
my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”
thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.
“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”
you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”
you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”
“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”
bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”
sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”
pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.
“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”
curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”
you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”
“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”
both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”
“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”
bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”
pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.
“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”
you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”
pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”
“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”
you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.
you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”
holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”
you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”
you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”
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