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"Phainon, stop—mmmh—teasin' and put it in, already!"
"Put what?" He says in faux obliviousness as he towers above you, dick hanging in front of your hole.
"God, you full well know—" a drawn-out moan exits through your lips as he prods his tip against your entrance. He's so close but so fucking far that it infuriates you to no end.
Phainon takes his cock, wrapping his hand around its thick, thick girth, and drags the head slowly in circles over your slicked folds. Up, down, up, down, up, down—coating every surface of your cunt with your fluids.
"Aw, sweetheart, can't handle it?" He purrs sinfully, voice dripping over your ears like hot honey. "I haven't even put it in yet."
You groan in both pleasure and frustration, "Ahh—exactly! If only you'd jus—"
His cock falls on your cunt with a loud, wet slap, meaty length slotting against you perfectly. You go quiet for a second, and then mewl at the prolonged contact. You clench around it, seeking some kind of stimulation, something, because Phainon gets off on dangling his dick like a carrot in front of you and you keep chasing it to inevitably fall into this trap. Because you can never get enough.
"Look at you." He muses while you cover your eyes with your hands, unable to handle this torture. You know his eyes are twinkling, thoroughly enjoying seeing you twitching, the cute dimples on his face peeking from his enjoyment.
"My limelight." He utters name reverently, doing anything but. "So needy."
Another lift of his cock and a slap.
"So eager for my fat dick."
Slap.
"For me."
Phainon pushes his finger under your folds to fully expose your clit, the mere brush of his fingertip sending shivers down your spine. One more time, he lets it plop down, and it thwacks against your swollen nub. Thighs jerking, you blather little prayers of 'please, please, please', only for Phainon to withdraw. You've given up on being angry; now you just want him inside of you. Slowly removing your palms, you peek down and let out a small whimper at the view.
All you see is the top of his gorgeous cock, head crimson with pearly precum beading out of it. He's just as worked up as you are, but for some reason he's not putting it the fuck in.
He's toying with you. That's what it is.
So you push up on your hands, leveraging the movement to grind yourself against his length.
"Hey—!" Phainon groans at the sensation of his dick pressed right up against him, coupled with your warm, slick pussy.
"Phai, pleeease put in f'me..." You whine and arch your back wantonly, skin on fire.
In only 10 seconds, you're able to see the moment he breaks; when his gleeful azure eyes darken and his groans turn guttural. He separates from you, making you cry in protest, only to meet you face to face, his body hovering over yours and his hands gripping both sides of your waist in a vice.
It's then that you feel the languid drag of his dick into your cunt.
"Ahh—! Fuck, Phainon—!" He meets every ridge of your walls, millimeter by millimeter.
He's taking his precious, endless time, just as he did before, to make you feel. Every step of the way. His precum and your arousal swirl where you meet, little clear threads and bubbles of it oozing out by force of his veiny cock.
At the end of the maddeningly slow thrust, your cunt kisses a thatch of gray hair, and Phainon goes completely still, save for his quiet panting. He warms your insides, and you keen at the fullness—the sheer bliss of having his cock nestled deep within you, stretching your tight walls and moulding them to his shape.
And then he pulls out all the way and snaps his hips forward.
"Fuck!"
He thrusts over and over again just like that, stroking every sensitive spot painfully slow at first and rocking your walls next. Phainon sets the pace, a tsunami of force and arousal that pulls you under to drown you. Your lips hang open in an 'o' with each thrust, and fire pools in the base of your tummy.
"Hah—look at all of your juices. Wetting my—fuck—cock so well—" He breathes, eyes clouded with lust and mesmerized at the way his cock disappears into you, only to return more glossy each time.
Unbidden, you moan loudly, begging him to keep filling you, to keep making you feel his dick change the very chemistry of your cunt.
"Should've—mmh—made you beg for this before, darlin'—who knew you'd like it this much?"
"Yeeeeeah," you agree, feeling spit trickle out of your mouth. "Hate it when—when I can't feel you—finally put it in, baby..."
"Made my patience snap—" Phainon says and accentuates it with a hard, wet, plunge into you. His heavy balls slap against your skin, brushing the base of your pussy.
"Shit—'m cumming—" and fuck, you realize in your cockdrunk haze, he's gonna pull out. You don't want that.
"Inside." You whine, bringing a hand to caress his face, pinky gracing his sun tattoo. "'M on the pill. Inside."
And how could he say no? You already made him fuck you thoroughly, what's another step further?
Phainon lets himself go, releasing his seed deep into your pussy, his body spasming from pleasure. The spurts, white and viscous, shoot out and squelch against your throbbing walls and cervix. His cock, too fat to allow any of the cum dribble out, sits fixed in place, and your groin distends slightly, vulgarly, from the loads of seed.
The fullness of him combined with his hot cum sends you over the edge, and you cry out, hugging him closer to you with your legs, trying in some way to get him deeper inside you.
"You feel that?"
Yeah. Yeah you do.