He suckled on her clit, something that she’d never experienced before him. Why didn’t the guys she had been with know about this? Surely nerdy types would have read up on it? Stroking was nice but sucking was the best. Her clit was in heaven. It did happy dances inside his mouth. Her eyes rolled back as he finger-fucked her. She’d never had two orgasms so quickly before, yet here she was, about to have a second one in a matter of minutes.

Just imagine how good sex would be. If he fit. If his fingers felt this good, his cock would feel… she wanted sex. She really did. She’d offered herself to him and he’d opted to pleasure her with his mouth. He’d told her that she wasn’t thinking straight. It was really sweet. Most guys would’ve jumped at the opportunity. Coal was a good guy. One that she wanted really badly.

“Stop,” she blurted. Her voice sounded tense and high pitched. Not entirely her own. Who would blame her though?

She was tense. Beyond just plain tense. Every part of her was preparing for another orgasm, so a girl could be forgiven. Coal raised his head, he kept his fingers inside her but stopped moving. His eyes were wide but glazed over. “Is everything okay? Are you okay?” His chest heaved. It wasn’t from exertion but from his level of arousal. He wanted her and badly. It was written all over his face. It reflected in his eyes.

A zing of need moved through her and her pussy tightened around his fingers. Coal’s eyes widened and he groaned, looking back down at her pussy. “You will kill me, female.” He stroked her and she moaned, her hips shooting forwards.

“Wait.” It came out in a breathless pant. “I want us to have sex.”

He looked back up at her and his eyes darkened up. He narrowed them. “But, you are afraid of me.” He shook his head like she was acting nuts. “We do not need to rut. I will ease you again. I will make it good for you… I promise. I would love to rut you, but—”

“Then do it,” she blurted. “I want to… have sex with you, that is.” She sucked in a breath. “I really do.”

His eyes narrowed even more. His throat worked. “You are not thinking clearly.”

“You keep saying that but I am… thinking clearly. I want you.” She practically growled the last.

“I thought you were afraid.”

“I am, but I want sex more. You do have condoms don’t you? I’m going to assume you do since you kidnapped us.”

“You’re talking about those rubber covers that hold back a male’s seed?”