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Longer.
Without mercy. He stays even after I’m too sensitive to take it, but he forces another orgasm. Then another. I’m bucking and wailing as he gives me no chance to recover before I’m cumming again.
“No more. Please, I can’t. I can’t ... shit!”
I’m begging. Sobbing and pleading. But my body makes me a liar as it gives him another.
I’m drenched in sweat. My throat burns from crying out. Tears soak the sheets both under my cheek and between my quivering thighs where I can feel myself drenching his cock and leaking onto the bed.
Gingerly, he withdraws. I’m very aware of his absence but grateful for the reprieve even if only temporary because he returns only, he’s not aiming for my vagina. He’s nudging against my ass, against the puckered hole I’ve never had more than a finger in. He’s definitely bigger. Thicker. Even coated in the wet sheen of my arousal and the cool drizzle of lube, my poor orifice isn’t prepared for the invasion of his head breaking past the ring.
“No!” I whine, mashing my face into the mattress as the pain wracks down my back.
The vibrator finds my clit and I’m lost between the blurred lines of pain and pleasure. I’m bobbing my hips even as I’m shuddering a fresh release that pulls him in.
All the way.
He’s in my ass to the hilt and I’m so full I can’t breathe.
He fists my hair as he pumps his hips, pressing himself deep and I’m cumming against my will and squeezing him hard enough to make him groan.
“Mine,” he growls, rocking his pelvis against my body and lighting every nerve on fire. “Your tight, little ass. Your wet pussy. Your greedy mouth. Mine. All fucking mine.”
I’m nodding vigorously and deliriously as he takes me, rides me like he has nowhere else to be. The toy at my clit never wavers so no matter how much it burns, how much it hurts to have his size lodged somewhere it shouldn’t be, my body is a mess of bliss.
“Take it, baby. Enjoy me in here because next time, you’re going to ride me in your ass and your dildo in your pussy.”
I’m convulsing and it has nothing to do with the vibrator he’s slipping in slow circles over my sensitive clit, but the raw image of him filling both holes simultaneously.
“Now. Do it now.” I wheeze, pointing to the nightstand.
Atticus freezes behind me. This clearly wasn’t part of the plan, but he comes through and pulls out. I’m barely registering the loss of him when he returns.
There’s no time to wash my still clean phallus. My knees spread wide in invitation as he breaches my opening.
He fucks me for several seconds, but after having him warp my walls, the toy which had given me so much pleasure in the past just doesn’t do as much ... until he’s back at my tender back hole. The burn is fresh, the pain equally aggressive, but it’s renewed and hostile with my other opening stretched around the dildo.
“Too much! Too much. Please, I can’t—”
He moves. The momentum of his push drives him and the inanimate object deeper, in sync and my brain reels. My vision wavers. I can’t breathe as he works both channels in perfect coordination.
Then the vibrator returns and I’m dragging against the tethers as I slam back against him. Pain is a distant memory, a different lifetime as I feel my body heave. The pressure squeezes around my core and he swears viciously, fingers cutting into my writhing hips as I scream and explode.
Possibly literally.
Hot, searing liquid gushes from my vagina. It’s nothing like Halloween. This is a violent release of my body unraveling with such an intense brutality, I may have died a little.
Atticus is still fucking me and I let him. I lie in a heap of my own sticky mess and let him take what he wants. I let him use me to empty his cock into my ass.
The dildo isn’t inside me, I’m vaguely aware. It must have popped out with my release. I can’t be sure of anything, except that I’m exhausted. I can’t move. I don’t. Not even when he undoes my wrists and gently shifts me into a comfortable position.
“You did so good, dimples,” he murmurs into my sweat soaked temple. “I’m so proud of you.”
Giddy, I snuggle into his chest and promptly fall asleep.
I’m alone when I open my eyes to the sharp glow of sunlight crashing through all the glass. Exhausted from a long night of getting fucked, I almost consider going back to sleep, but my bladder is threatening to rebel, and I need a shower. Badly.
Only knowing I need to get up and getting up are two different things when my used and abused body screams in protest. Absolutely everything pangs in reminder that I haven’tbeen fucked by an actual man in so long, I’d forgotten how good it was.
