Page 69 of The Accident

“Fuck,” I grind out. “Your butt’s sucking my finger in like it’s hungry. Is this what my little buttslut wants? To be fucked in the ass by a big cock while you scream? Your pussy’s sopping, you little fuckslut. Goddamn.”

Then, I lick her pussy again before popping my finger out of her asshole and standing to pull my own shirt off. My pants are gone in an instant, my cock hard and leaking. She stares at it, mesmerized.

“Cat got your tongue?” I rasp, blue eyes glinting while fisting the huge, veiny length.

“I … ah…” she stammers, still staring at my fuckrod.

“Don’t worry, it’s going in all the way right where you need it,” I growl before reaching over to the credenza, opening a drawer, and pulling out a bottle of lube.

She gasps again, eyes wide.

I coat my fingers, then smear it along the crack of her ass, working slowly, circling the tight ring with steady, even pressure.

She wriggles, but doesn’t say no. In fact, she’s breathing so fast I worry she might pass out.

I work a finger inside, then two, stretching her open. She cries out, then bites her lip to keep from making more noise. Slowly, I begin stirring my fingers in that tight butthole, first clockwise, and then counterclockwise.

“I have to loosen you, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Otherwise this pretty asshole is going to be all torn up and you won’t be able to sit.”

She moans, burying her face in the couch cushion as her pussy melts into my hand.

“You ever done this?” I ask, voice low. “You ever let a man take you here?”

She shakes her head, blonde hair sticking to her cheek.

“You know I haven’t,” she whispers raggedly, her face flushed with pleasure, butt high in the air. “You’re the first.”

A rush of possession surges through my veins again.

“Good, because you’re Daddy’s personal fuckdoll,” I say, and add more lube. “You belong to me.”

The statement hangs in the air, ringing with truth. Kayleigh moans again as I do one last scissor of my fingers within her asshole, and when I finally line myself up, she’s trembling, but her body is loose, and as ready as it can be.

I push in, slow at first, just the head. She gasps, then tenses, but I keep going, steady and relentless, until I’m buried to the hilt in her rectum.

She sobs out a single breath, and I pause, letting her adjust.

“You’re doing perfect,” I say, voice thick. “Beautiful, baby.”

She nods, tears streaking down her face, but her hands grip the cushions as her small body strains to accommodate my big one.

I fuck her slow, then fast, then slow again. The heat is insane, the tightness unbearable.

I narrate the whole thing, soft but clear. “You’re mine. This is my ass. My pussy. I’m never letting you go.”

“Yes,” she murmurs, her words muffled by sobs with her face pressed into the cushion.

“Louder,” I growl, pushing deep into her rectum again. “I want to hear it.”

“Yes,” she mewls helplessly. “Yes, yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I belong to you, Trevor!” she screams finally, her asshole clenching hard on my bursting cock. “Yes, I want this! Yes, I’m yours!”

Then, climax comes for us both. It hits me like a steam train, the air whooshing from my lungs as unbearable pleasure surges through my veins.

“Fuck!” I roar. “Oh shit!”