There is no use in her trying to escape his hold; Matt has settled himself over her, using his body to blanket her own until she is effectively trapped beneath him.
The look in his eye is dangerous - a warning of what’s to come - and yet no matter what he has in store for her, Kacey finds that she isn’t afraid. Her heart does skip a beat, transitioning into a rapid staccato when Matt’s hand makes an appearance to encircle her neck. For a brief moment, Kacey’s gaze drifts away from Matt’s to the fresh, still red indents of her teeth are displayed so prominently against the pale column of his throat. When she opens her mouth to comment, however, she is quickly silenced by the abrupt but still careful squeezing of Matt’s hand.
“I wouldn’t, kitty-cat. The only sounds I want to hear are the moans that are gonna be pouring from that little mouth of yours.”
Matt’s other hand drifts downward along the side of Kacey’s body, keeping a slow and near maddening pace as he takes the time to relish in the feeling of her bare skin beneath his fingertips. When his hand migrates between their bodies to skim along and then disappear beneath the elastic waistband of Kacey’s panties, her breath hitches and she utters a soft “Matty”.
It’s unmistakable - even for someone with her level of inexperience - the sensation of Matt’s cock as it throbs against her thigh in response to the way she says his name. His name gives way to a gasp that swiftly merges into a moan when one of Matt’s fingers sinks into her slick cunt.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, already beginning to work a second finger into her without allowing her to adjust to the fullness of the first.
Kacey’s back arches slightly in response, her movement still restricted by Matt’s body over hers, and her eyes screw shut as the moans commingle with a whimper of mild discomfort. But the uncomfortability is quick to melt away into a pleasurable experience as Matt works his fingers within her all while his thumb circles her clit. It is embarrassingly quick how fast he’s able to bring her to the precipice but just as she feels herself to teeter over the edge, the fullness she’d felt mere moments ago disappears. Kacey’s eyes fly open and her mouth pulls downward into a scowl when she peers up at an all too smug Matt.
Matt tuts in disapproval, the hand on her neck tightening once more in warning. “What did I say about all the chatter, kitty-cat? Relax,” he coos, lightly trailing fingertips up and down along her cunt. “I’ll get you off. But remember,” he taunts, the smirk growing into a grin, “you asked for this.”
Again, Matt slips his fingers into her - filling her in a way that only he can and has - bringing her to the edge once more only to pull away at the last moment, this time delivering a harsh slap to her still clothed pussy which elicits a yelp of surprise from Kacey.
“Protest all you want, kitty-cat. I know you like it.” Matt’s thumb and forefinger press against the arteries in Kacey’s neck, immediately causing her to become lightheaded as his fingers press into her for a third time. “Yeah you do,” he murmurs to himself, his hips lightly rutting against her thigh while his fingers curl within her to pull a breathy moan from her. “That pretty pussy’s too fuckin’ wet to lie to me.”
This time, it is Matt who groans, the slick sound of his fingers working in and out of Kacey’s cunt filling the room. “Fuck, do you hear yourself? So fucking responsive.” This time when her walls begin to flutter around his fingers he doesn’t pull out but rather he hurries his movements, the veins in his forearms growing more prominent as he works his fingers against the sensitive spot within her, his thumb rapidly circling her clit until finally…
The moment that Matt releases his hold on her neck, Kacey gasps, the sound quickly drowned out by the moan that follows when she cums. Never before has she felt like this; it feels as if an electric jolt shoots throughout her entire body as her limbs stiffen and her toes curl from the sheer ferocity of her orgasm which gushes until the fabric of her panties soak through and her thighs are coated with her slick. Matt’s fingers are dripping when he pulls them from her for a final time, and never one to waste opportunities such as this, he only takes a moment to allow himself to be mesmerized by the sight before him before the digits are shoved into his mouth for a taste.
“Taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he says when his fingers are finally removed from his mouth. “Fuck. Wish you would’ve done that on my cock.”
At first, Kacey is so dazed that she barely registers when Matt’s fingers grasp the brim of her underwear, pulling her panties down until he has rid her of them entirely. It isn’t until he slides further down the bed, his hands curled around her thighs and his face dangerously close to her already overstimulated cunt that she finds herself thrust back into reality.
“Matt,” she says, her face heating considerably with a new-found embarrassment as her hands weakly push at the top of his head in hopes of getting him off of her, to no avail.
