“Why are you trembling, babygirl?”
“The storm scares me, Sir.”
She had always hated thunderstorms. Too many close calls with lightning and just the sheer unpredictability of a big storm, it made her nervous. Lying in bed, she stared out the window, flinching a little each time she saw lightning flash outside.
“Come here, babygirl. I’ve got just what you need to take your mind off that storm.”
She rolled into his arms. Cuddling close, she felt the growl begin deep in his chest before she heard it.
“Show me my pussy, girl.”
She opened her legs for him. His hand found her swollen lips, already soaked with desire. He inserted two fingers into her pussy, gently stroking her, while whispering to her.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, babygirl. You are precious to me, and I will protect you. Even from big, mean storms and scary lightning.”
She lost herself in the sensations he was creating in her needy cunt, soothed by his words. She knew she was safe as long as she was with him.
“Mmmmm, yes, Sir. I know you will. Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh….”
His fingers kept up their insistent probing as he whispered sweet words in her ear. Adept at reading her reactions, he knew she was close to the edge.
“Beg for it, girl.”
“Oh, please, mmmm, please please…please, Sir….mmmmmmmmm, please…”
She panted and begged, unable to speak clearly. He reached back and slapped her pussy, causing her to cry out.
“Say it, slut.”
“Oh God, oh God, please, Sir, please may your slut cum? Oh please please pleeeeeeeeeease??? Your slut needs to cum. Pleasepleasepleaseplease?!”
As she came closer to orgasm, she began to cry and beg. Her body writhed under his insistent fingers.
“Cum, my little slut.”
At his words, she shrieked as she felt her pussy spasm. Cum squirted and gushed out of her body, splashing them both, soaking his hand and the bed underneath her. Her body convulsed as aftershocks pulsed through her body. He looked down on her, loving that he did this to her with a simple touch.
After several minutes, she opened her eyes and looked into his.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, babygirl. That storm doesn’t seem so bad, does it?”
“Storm? What storm, Sir?”