“Will you make me wet, Darling?” That is what you asked me as you spread yourself out on my bed, your clothes in disarray and your flesh exposed. That glint of confidence in your eyes, the nymphish delight as you taunt me with such a saccharine name. The spritish grin on your lips only backs up your challenge as you release your flushed tits to me, their blushing to match the pinkness of your sex.
What have men done to you before when you’ve been so vulnerable? Kiss you
with light pecks? Ask for permission to tough your thigh? I am no lovestruck
bird or awestruck boy. You know that from the way your eyes fawn over my skin
in turn. I can see the way they brighten and flick, yet you don’t what you have
offered yourself up to. You don’t know what it means to be made wet.
‘Darling’ you called me. Hmmm, will you call me that sweet name when I seize
your throat? Squeezing tight, making the very air you breathe precious and the
heat between your legs overwhelming. It grows hotter the tighter I hold. Your
bare sex quivers beneath my other palm as you struggle for me. It quakes from more
than just the anticipation building between your thighs.
Mercy isn’t what you deserve tonight. No, your challenge was made out of
your feminine strength. So confident you were that you were toying with another
boy to be a pet that you spread your legs to a monster. Look at me. Look at
what you’ve done to my body. The veins pulsing along that hard shaft care for
nothing of your words or your protests. The cold of my eyes offer your mewling
cries no purchase to thaw my primal resolve.
I’ve caught you, and now I am going to fuck you.
I am going to fuck you and there is nothing you can do to resist me. My dick
slides along that slit that now shimmers with your frightened need. How vulnerable
and inviting it is, creaming for my twitching length despite how small your
entrance is when my cockhead finds it. That will change once I've plowed
through your entrance, to my conquest lying so deep inside your belly.
Oh, how that little smirk has fled from your lips now. Can you feel how I am
going to ruin you, my toy? You don't get to smile, not yet. Not until I've
ravaged you till you're but jelly in my hands, moist and shivering from head to
toe. Your lips are meant now only to produce those little gasps as I line
myself up with you and to be a sweet cushion to my own when my tongue tastes
You think that making you wet is just making your pussy drool? You're wrong,
my prey. Making you wet means making your mouth water for my lips as they hover
so tantalizingly close to yours. Making you wet means feeling the slick of our
bodies rutting together, the beads of sweat intermingling between our desperate
flesh. Making you wet means churning your quim to cream till the froth runs
down your inner thighs. Making you wet means to sink into your greatest depth
and flood your womb with my seed.
Wet is what you will come to understand when my thumbs slide along your
sweaty, rutting flanks. Wet will be your hips that I hold tight and pound hard.
Wet will be your crying lips after mine let them go. Wet will be your stretched
and punished pussy at every pass of my pumping member. Wet will be your tits,
beading with the sweat that drips from your straining neck and beads atop your
frim nipples in premonition of how they will fill with wetness in a few months
time. Wet will be your flat stomach that rolls and rocks with the motion of our
fucking, the plains rocked by the quakes of your pleasure before I sow the
seeds of a mountain within it.
Oh I will make you wet for me. The sheets will be damp where I leave you,
soaked with sweat falling from your breathless tits, stained with the mix of
lust pouring from your sex. How the insides of your belly will drip and slip
with my spend, shot across your inner walls and spilling out across your gaping
pink. Your lips, dried by your desperate gasps will be moistened by mine, our
tongues intermingling as an even greater union finds purchase inside your flooded,
fertilized womb. And though you will not forget what it means to be made wet
after I'm through with you, how I will remind you of it ever after.