Chapter １９

I quickly say, "Cease." This seems more like a query than anything else.

I look at David in the reflection, and he looks back at me. I understand his feelings just by looking at his face. The word "halt" should not be taken literally. When the light turns red, you should stop. After I give him the ol' head nod, he yanks me down his cock another inch. Inability to cease: "I can't. You shouldn't be feeling this great. Is there anything else you can handle?

Yes, I blubber out.

One slow inch at a time, he's bringing me down to his length. Time passes, and his language becomes more harsh. Proudly displaying my lovely little body to the whole bar. You're basically begging for someone to s*ck in your crotch. I want to fuck right there in front of everyone. Does it sound good to you? He wraps his full body around me as he grabs my other hip and throws me to the floor.

I yell and wriggle, but it's hard to know whether I'm trying to get closer or to run away. I can't really fathom how profound he is. His cockiness seems to be taking possession of me, permanently branding me as his in a manner I can't quite comprehend. “No. To you alone"

The speaker agreed, saying, "That's correct. Me alone. His hold relaxes somewhat as his hands glide up my sides and cup my breasts. Birthday girl, it doesn't matter what other cocks you ride. If you want a deep fuck, look no further than me. Now I own this little kitten. And it always will be." He starts with my top, releasing the straps of my swimsuit so that he can take it off, and then moves on to my bottoms.

As I do so, I can't help but see our duplicated selves. To all intents and purposes, I resemble the teeny weeny who I really am. Contrasted with his clothed figure, she was naked. The piercing warmth soothes me and I let go. Feeling him inside of me loosens me a bit, and I start to experience pure ecstasy. Coldness runs through me. Quite simply, "I like the way it makes me feel."

You're going to feel better after this. He brings two fingers up to my lips and raises a hand. I take a big gulp and feel his cock throbbing inside of me. David uses his damp fingers to gently rub my clit.

The point is well taken. To some extent, it improves the sensation.

For every teeny, tiny circle he draws, I shed a layer of coherence. Unfortunately, I lost track of the fact that this is a game. For some reason, I keep forgetting that this is just a temporary setback. After I finally made it to the top, I forgot everything. “More.” I rest my head on his shoulder and concentrate on riding his cock as hard as he would let me. He holds me in place, protecting himself to the fullest extent, all the while inching me closer and closer to the point of orgasmic release. When asked for "more," I scream it.

"That girl's really stingy." My hip has been set free. Saying, "You want more? Just take it.

Almost instinctively, I lean forward, supporting myself on his stocky thighs. I'm almost crazy with the notion that he might keep me glued to his cock forever, and I can't get off of it. The earth is so high that I can hardly feel my feet. When he spreads his thighs even farther, I will be fully at his mercy till his body gives out.

My eyes almost roll back in my head at the little amount of friction I manage to create on my own by raising myself a few inches off him and smashing back down. "Oh gosh."

"No god, Anna. Me.” He's keeping up with my fast tempo and deadly strokes to my clit. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.

David, I groan. “Yours. The item is now in your possession. For you, forever.

That's exactly correct His tone becomes more harsher. "You got it right. Now slither your tiny slutty self all over my cock.

To this day, I'm still fucking him as hard as I can, and he's still trying to clit me. In the mirror, I examine my appearance. From this vantage point, I find myself longing to see the precise point of union between us. I'd like to watch his huge waistline melt away inside my slender climax. What I really want to see is my body slowly, endlessly, engulfing him. I sigh and take a deep breath. Saying, "David, I need you to fuck me again"

I'm f*cking you right now.

This is a reiteration of a previous statement. But I'd like to record it. It's so enticing to observe that I want to hold on to it forever.

There's a pause while he thinks. I take a deep breath and wonder if I've gone too far, but David quickly wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me up. Before, he was letting me run the show, but now I'm in charge. Even in the limited range of motion this position provides, he fucks up into me, and I feel completely owned by him.