Page 24 of Use Me Up

“Yes.” My voice is throaty.

“Good girl.” He goes back across the room, totally naked, to the dresser and gets out a condom. He rips it open, leaves the wrapper on the dresser, and rolls it onto himself. He comes back and kneels behind me. “You’re still touching yourself?”

“Uh huh,” I say. My orgasm has now gone to that annoying plateau stage where you’re close but you’ve sort of lost the thread of it, and you’re trying to get it back.

“Good,” he says. “You’re going to touch yourself and think sexy thoughts and get yourself off, and I’m going to fuck your little pussy and use it to get myself off, and every time you want to moan, you moan, okay? Be a good girl and be nice and noisy for me.” He reaches over and does something to his phone. “There. We’re recording.”

I suck in a breath.

He breaches me, sudden, intense, out of nowhere.

I let out a startled groan.

“Good girl,” he pants, sliding into me. “Just like that.”

“More lube,” I say. “You said if I needed—”

“Hurts?” He’s out of me.

“Just… more lube,” I gasp. It does hurt. But I don’t want him to stop. And strangely, the stretching sensation has given my orgasm a little nudge. I’m well on my way again.

“Shh, you’ll be just fine. You’ll be my very good girl and take my cock in your sore little pussy, and you’ll do a real good job for me, won’t you? Even if it’s a little painful, you just moan through it for me. Just make as much noise as you need, okay, Hannah?”

I cry out.

He’s lubing me. He puts his condomed cock in me again, and he’s lubed himself, too, because he slides right in, and it’s easier, but it does still sting, and I do let out all kinds of noises.

Also, my orgasm is like the red dawn, streaking bright across a winter sky, flocks of birds taking flight, just dark flutters of wings against the crimson sky, and I am starting to clench around his intrusion, and it hurts and it feels divine, and I let out garbled noises, as he moves in me, in and out, urging me on.

“Good girl, make as much noise as you need, just like that,” he says.

I’m cresting and cresting, and it’s intense.

“Does it hurt?” he says.

“Yes,” I moan.

“You can take it,” he tells me.

“Yes,” I cry out. “Yes, yes, yes.”

And now he seems to register the tremors around his cock, and he lets out a low moan of his own. “You coming for me, Hannah?”

“Yes,” is all I can say. “Oh, yes.”

He starts fucking me harder, slamming into me, and dimly, somewhere, somehow, I register that the doorbell is ringing, that it’s ringing again and again, like someone’s pushing it over and over.

“Almost there,” he mutters. “Almost…”

He pierces me all the way inside, so far inside, and my orgasm gives one last mighty clench and stops, and he’s pulling out of me.

“Who’s at the fucking door?” he snarls, yanking a blanket from the bed around his shoulders and stalking out of the room.

I struggle to catch my breath.

ellis

When I see that it’s Andrew, I wish I had my phone, with that recording of her falling the fuck apart on my cock. I want to press play on that and force him to listen to it. Look how much your sister likes it when I use her.