It came out as an incomprehensible muffle. He held the knife out in front of him and motioned it side to side, then pressed it against his lips to in a shushing gesture.
All the while his hand kept stroking himself with a tantalizing rhythm. He flipped the knife over so the blade ran along his forearm and the handle jutted outwards. Leaning over he rested his head on my inner thigh and looked up at me almost reassuringly. The knife handle disappeared between my thighs and I was next aware of it caressing the entrance of my vagina. I shook my head no. He rubbed my thigh with the side of his face I felt his lips beneath the thin material of his face cover. I relaxed the tension in my legs releasing his shoulders. He had never hurt me, I remembered. My breathing was becoming labored with anxiety still unsure. He slid the handle into me. I heard the blade slide against my sheets. The ridges of the handle were uncomfortable. I could hear the bed linens tearing with each slow careful stroke. It didn't feel good. But God, the terror of it. My pussy flooded with arousal and I let out a little squeak as I gasped inward. My clit pulsated.
Oh I must be a special kind of fucked up to let him do this to me, let alone to like it. I thought.
I heard him chuckle quietly to himself as he sat upright again. He moved the handle in a slow gentle rhythm, while he continued to rub his cock. Small spurts of precum spilled over and into his glove. He used it to wet the shaft. I watched while he worked taking in his deep moans of pleasure. His forearms flexed with each stroke. His biceps bunching up and releasing with the movement. He began to work on himself faster while maintaining the slow gliding into me with his other hand, the sound of tearing sheets were coupled with each sliding stoke. His hips began to press forward flexing involuntarily. I thought he would cum soon but he seemed to gain a measure of control and willed himself to slow down. Finally he released his cock and jutted his hips forward. It pulsated in the air wanting more. Only a small trickle of cum ran down the shaft. He stopped it before it could fall to the sheets. From the pocket of his joggers, he removed a clean white cloth. It was so odd, he wiped the cum of his sick and hand with it and carefully replaced it into the pocket. I wondered why he would be worried about making a mess on my bed when he's clearly destroyed my sheets and quite likely my mattress.
He ran his free hand over my body seeming to ponder his next move while he carried on his mind full thrusts into my list with the knife handle. It seemed he decided what to do with me next and removed the knife, he slid the blade lightly it up my thigh slowly and brought it to his mouth he slid down the face guard exposing his smiling lips he slid his tongue out and licked the length of the handle. He placed the knife on the bed beside his leg and leaned down. Pressing firmly on my knees he parted them further and began to lash at me with his tongue. My moans of pleasure were immediate and insuppressible. Forest seemed to have gained further skills since the last time we were together. Not that he wasn't always good at eating pussy. But his style had been more of a slow build up of tension. With light kisses that built up to the kind of rhythmic pulling that had me cumming in slow steady waves. The way he was going about it now was different but still amazing. His teeth grazed me firmly but painlessly. His normally gentle pickling was merciless until I was nearly mounting an orgasm, when he would suddenly stop and apply pressure by way of light nipping with his teeth or pressing his leather gloves deep into me, confusing my senses. This went on until I was nearly crying and begging for him to let me finish. All the while my cries were muffled behind the panties blocking my voice. Eventually his slid the gag down.
"Beg"
His voice was deep in a near whisper. The only word he's said to me for this etire encounter.
So I begged and moaned and cried.
"please, please, God let me cum."
He kept on unyielding
"Forest fuck me, I want you inside me. Please fuck me."
Another pause at the sound of his name.
Finally, with two gloved fingers inside my pussy and his mouth kissing my clit with increasing hunger, he allowed me to finish. It came on me like lightning in my body, racking me for a full minute before it began to subside in throbbing spasms. Tears ran down the side of my face. The moans escaping my lips became too loud, he shoved the panty gag back into my mouth without any tenderness. It only turned me on more as the muffled echoes of my ecstasy hummed through my body. When it was finally over I opened my eyes, and still trying to calm my pounding heart, gasping in air, he threw his massive body over top of mine. His mask so close to my own face I could nearly glimpse his eyes behind the mesh. He was sliding the last in of a condom on as he simultaneously thrust his cock inside me. It was as though he couldn't wait any longer. He plowed into me with such roughness that it nearly hurt as his full length struck me like a hammer. I gasped in surprise and pain.
"Fuck! Slow down!"
He responded in kind by slowing his thrusts but did not stop himself from sliding himself as deep into me as his length. The THC coupled with the huge orgasm I'd just had coursing through me must have been reaching its peak. I felt so sensitive that it seemed like his cock was bigger. Or maybe that was just the time away from him. The surprising pain subsided as a relaxed leaving only exquisite pleasure. I raised my legs up wrapping them around his hips, pulling him into me with each deep thrust. I was still trying to look I to his eyes when he turned my face roughly to the side. I was still writhing beneath him moaning into his ear. His thrusts were steady and rhythmic. His moans were so deep they were almost a growl. With each smooth impact I felt him throbbing inside me. I wished he wasn't wearing a condom. I wanted to feel him spurting into me, feel him throbbing in me as he climaxed. Forest raised his body up onto his knees resting his hands around my wrists. I watched as his abs flex behind the thigh material on his shirt with each movement into me, driving his hips down in powerful thrusts. His lats bulged with the strain of holding his body up. Ugh fuck I longed to touch him. To run my hands along those muscles and slide them up into his shirt. I wanted everything all at once. Wanted his dock driving into me like he was, I wanted him to face fuck me till he came down my throat, I wanted his cock in between my tits. I wanted my hands loose so I could feel every inch of him. Suddenly he bit into my shoulder. And grunting his cock seemed to strain into me as he held himself deep inside for the last few strokes. I moaned with the excitement of his pleasure, feeling myself about to come again right alongside him. My pussy tightened around his cock and pulsated as another orgasm raced through me. His gasped outwardly, chest heaving over me. His cock like a marble phallus inside me as it pulsated.
"Fuck, oh my god!" I screamed through my gag.
My breathing was so ragged I thought I might black out.
