G is for Grind
I’m so tired! It’s been a long few weeks here, and between trying to keep up at home, at work and with my writing, all I really want to do is crawl into bed and stay there for an extended period of time.
It’s been such a… grind.
Which leads me to today’s ‘G’ word inspiration – grind. And I’ve decided to give myself a little 200 word dirty talking challenge… As always, I’d love to hear what you think.
Beware, there is adult content and language below.
“Oh… ah… yes… right there.”
His thick fingers were deep inside me, stroking at just the right spot to make me clench and moan. The heel of his hand pressed against me, and I pushed down, grinding against him, wanting more, more something. More friction, more heat, more of him.
“Jesus, look at you riding my hand,” he muttered, wiggling his fingers inside me. “So fucking wet for me.”
He pushed his fingers deeper, rocking his hand against me as I ground against it, reaching for release. Then he pulled his hand away.
“No, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He just grinned and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. “Do you want my fingers or my cock?”
Wow. Tough question.
“Cock. I want your cock.”
“Good answer babe,” he said, shifting between my legs, his knees pressing my thighs apart. He settled back on his heels, idly rubbing his hand up and down his shaft as he watched me. “Such a pretty pussy.”
“For god’s sake, just fuck me!”
He laughed and leaned forward, guiding his cock inside me in one smooth slide.
“Oh, yes. Fuck yes.”
“So hot and wet around me.”
“Yes. Yes. More. Please.”
And yes, leaving you slightly unsatisfied, but I hit my 200 word goal, sorry!
See you tomorrow for ‘H’ – heart.