Chapter 9: Claiming What's His
Rachel licked her lips, the taste of William’s semen still thick and salty on her tongue. She looked down at the white streaks staining her little black dress, stark against the fabric. For a few seconds, she wondered how she would ever explain this to Finn, but the thought evaporated when she felt William’s large hand slide beneath the hem of her dress and settle over her panties.
The giant’s hand was so much larger than Finn’s, yet infinitely more skillful. Even through the damp silk of her panties, his fingers found the exact spots that made Rachel gasp. His fingers moved in a slow, maddening circle over her vulva, the pressure just shy of painful, while the heel of his palm ground against her clit with a firm, knowing rhythm.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her head falling back.
“These panties are soaked,” William observed, his voice a low rumble. Two of his fingers slipped inside the side seam of her underwear, sliding through her slick folds with an obscene, wet sound. Shlick.
Rachel moaned, a high, needy sound. “Ah!”
One finger, thick as a normal man’s thumb, made small, teasing back-and-forth movements right at her entrance without pushing in. The pressure was exquisite, a promise of what was to come. Her hips bucked involuntarily, trying to force that finger inside her.
William chuckled. “Eager little thing.”
He pushed his finger in, just to the first knuckle, then withdrew. Again. And again. The shallow penetration was torture. Rachel whined, grinding herself down onto his hand. “Please…”
“Please what?” he taunted.
“Inside. Just… fuck, put it in.”
He obliged. A second finger joined the first, sliding into her with shocking ease. She was so wet, so open for him. Ungh. The stretch was immediate, profound. These two fingers inside her were the equivalent of Finn’s entire penis, filling her up in a way Finn never could.
“Oh my god,” she panted. “Ohmygod.”
William began moving them, a rapid, pistoning rhythm in and out of her, then twisting them deep inside, curling upwards to brush a spot that made her vision blur. Pleasure, hot and electric, flooded her body, pooling low in her belly. Her legs began to tremble violently.
“Does Finn’s little dick ever make you feel like this?” William asked, his fingers never slowing. “Make you shake like a bitch in heat?”
“N-no,” she stammered, the words tumbling out between gasps. “Never… he can’t… it’s not… fuck!”
He withdrew his hand completely. The sudden emptiness was a physical pain. A frustrated sob caught in Rachel’s throat.
“Do you want me to continue?” he asked, his tone cool, detached.
Without a word, Rachel grabbed his large wrist and shoved his hand back between her legs, under her dress, into her ruined panties.
William seized the opportunity. He pushed three fingers into her this time.
“Ah! Jesus!” Rachel cried out, her body arching off the floor. The stretch was immense, burning in the best way. He filled her utterly.
Then he started to fuck her with his hand. His fingers drove into her, over and over, the sound wet and slapping. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
“What are you… what are you doing to me?” she moaned, her mind unraveling. “It’s too much… it’s…”
With his other hand, William unbuttoned the top buttons of her dress, revealing her lace bra. He cupped her breast through the fabric, then slipped his hand inside the cup. His rough palm covered her entire small breast, his fingers pinching and twisting her already hard nipple.
Rachel cried out, a sharp, broken sound. “Yes!”
The dual assault was overwhelming. His fingers pistoned inside her cunt, his thumb now circling her clit in tight, rapid circles, while his other hand mauled her breast. She was babbling, a stream of incoherent pleas and curses.
“Gonna come… oh god, I’m gonna… William!”
He quickened his pace, his fingers a relentless blur inside her. The coil in her belly snapped.
Her orgasm ripped through her, violent and convulsing. She screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound that echoed in the quiet room. Her cunt clamped down on his invading fingers, milking them as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
When the last tremor subsided, she was a boneless heap on the floor, panting.
William looked down at her, his expression unchanging. He pulled his glistening fingers from her, held them up to the dim light. “Sloppy,” he remarked.
He then lifted her with disconcerting ease, his hands under her arms, and placed her on the edge of the massive bed. He pushed her onto her back and spread her legs apart, hooking his hands behind her knees.
With a single, sharp tug of his finger and thumb at the side seam, he tore her panties off. The silk gave way with a rrriip.
Her shaved pussy, glistening and utterly exposed, was presented to him. “Pretty little cunt,” he said, almost to himself. “All wet and open for me.”
He knelt at the edge of the bed, grasped her thighs, and pulled her towards him until her ass was on the very edge. Then he plunged his head between her legs.
“Fuck!” Rachel swore as his mouth, hot and demanding, covered her.
His tongue was broad and powerful, perfectly proportioned to his stature. It wasn’t the tentative, flicking thing Finn did. This was a full-on assault. He licked a broad stripe from her entrance to her clit, then zeroed in on her clit, sucking it into his mouth, worrying it with his tongue.
Mmh. Ah! Ungh. Her moans were rhythmic, desperate. His tongue dove deep inside her, fucking her with it, then returned to circle her clit with brutal precision.
“Oh god… your tongue… it’s so… different,” she babbled, her hands tangling in his hair. “Finn… he doesn’t… right there!”
William was, as he’d said, devouring her. He ate her pussy like a man starving, his nose buried against her, his hands holding her hips down as she bucked against his face. The sensations were too intense, too specific, too much. He found spots she didn’t know she had.
The pressure built again, faster this time, fueled by the fresh, raw overload.
“I’m coming… I’m coming again!” she shrieked.
Her second orgasm was a sharp, blinding clench, a silent scream that tore through her as she ground herself against his mouth. He didn’t let up, licking her through it, until she was pushing his head away, over-sensitive and spent.
Panting, her chest heaving, Rachel watched as William stood up. He was a tower of muscle and intent above her. He took his still-hard cock in his hand, giving it a few rough, slow pumps.
He looked down at her, sprawled and wrecked on the bed, her dress rucked up around her waist, her lips swollen, her body trembling.
“Good,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “Now it’s time I took care of that little pussy for real.”