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Ah fuck. I did not want to have sex, right? I didn’t, I frantically reminded myself. Nope, nope, nope.
Yesssss…
Jesus, I was fucked.
I beckoned him forward, and so he came, stopping just short of me, letting me know the truly daunting challenge Ethan had faced. I reached out with the vibe, a plastic finger that allowed me to touch with impunity, and heard the slow hiss of his breath as I ran it lightly up and down his shaft.
“A bit of lube,” he gasped out, his cock throbbing, and I worked out why. Veins stood out prouder, his dick harder still, but the plastic was catching on his skin. I sorted through and found some lube, then left a dob on the end before trying again.
“Mm…” he purred. “Yep, like that.”
A foot went up on the bed, moving him even closer, so I caught every damn twitch. “Just under the head. Hell yeah.” I was rewarded by pearls of pre-cum, beading at the end of his cock, until finally, one was about to fall. My finger darted out, his eyes flicking open as I collected it on my fingertip.
“Put it in your mouth,” he instructed, eyes not moving from my finger. “I like the idea of something of mine being inside of you very much. Just open your mouth.” Axel didn’t come across as a Dom, more a master persuader who cajoled everyone until hey presto, they found themselves doing what he wanted. His pupils blew wide as I put the finger into my mouth, tasting that small salty burst, sucking it off with exaggerated care. “Oh, fuck yeah. You want more?” He nodded in encouragement, and I found myself doing the same. “You can milk it out of me, a drop at a time, sometimes more. Grab one of the plugs.”
“Big or small?” I asked, turning around and sorting through the goods.
“Big.” When I turned back with a sizeable butt plug in hand, he grinned like a little boy. “I like a stretch, like feeling my body adjusting to something, fighting to take it, but wanting to with every fucking breath.”
Damn him, I knew exactly what he was doing, wooing me with his stories, making me imagine him doing the same to me as I was about to do to him. I pulled the plug out, lubed it up, and then said, “You need prepping?”
“You offering, baby?” His head tilted, but he held a hand out for the lube, smearing it on his fingers and then reaching behind, his mouth falling open when he administered the fluid. “Fuck, I need this. I need you. Push it in, nice and firm. You don’t have to finesse this shit. I’m used to it.”
“I hope that’s not how you play with others.”
He shook his head. “I’m used to taking something with girth, length. Maybe you will too.” His brows crinkled as I slid the plug across his arse, then started to push in, his breath coming faster. “If you choose to take my cock on the regular, your body will remember, come to expect me. The burn won’t be as great. Uh!” The plug slipped in. I wiggled it a little, derailing his speech, but the little sharp groans were worth it. He mastered himself eventually, looking down at me with molten brown eyes, every twitch telling me the story of what was happening to him. “You’ll learn to take me, and then? You’ll crave me.”
“Won’t that ruin me for everyone else?”
I pulled the plug out now, then pushed it back again, his eyes rolling back. Yep, he definitely liked the pop of plug inside him, then I angled it slightly towards where I thought his prostate was, getting a long, drawn out moan in response.
“Yes…” he panted. “Yes…” He slowly came back to himself, his hips moving in time with my strokes. “Can’t stretch you out. Cunts are flexible things, made to birth a baby. It just needs to be trained.” He looked down at me through slitted eyes, and I think he saw something else overlaid on top of me. Perhaps another version, a naked one, doing exactly as he said. “Pussies respond well to those who know how to treat them well. You come to associate taking me with pleasure, you’ll be all wet and willing, stretching to fit me. But if the others do you right, they’ll find you just as tight and sweet. I need to start training it now. Look at the mess you’ve made.”
That was a weird thing to say, usually the shouted refrain of frustrated mothers everywhere, but now it was delivered in a low purr. He angled his dick down so I could see beads of cum had formed and slid down his shaft, more forming each time I pushed the plug in. He was being milked of it, and he seemed to like it very much.
“Wanna help me clean it up?”
There was too much to remove with a finger, that was why his comment was a wary one. I hadn’t really touched him in any serious way yet, holding myself back, but that would change now. I watched every pearl form and then run down, ready to drop on the wooden floor, when my tongue flicked out, doing exactly as Ethan had, the flat sweeping up the length of his cock, scooping up his cum until I got to the source.
My free hand went around the base of his cock, drawing a long protracted sound of pleasure from him. He panted encouragement and nonsense words as my hands worked in unison, one pushing the plug in and out, the other sliding up and down his shaft. Then I ducked forward, covering that swollen head with my mouth and sucking the cum off the crown.
“Oh, baby, this is one thousand times more than I expected, but fuck! Your mouth feels like fucking velvet. So good, so fucking good. Yeah, fuck, push it in harder, faster. Oh fuck, it’s like you’ve got a cock and you’re fucking me with it. Jesus!”
His hand went to my scalp, cradling my head for just a moment before his grip tightened and he pulled me off his throbbing dick.
“That’s too good, love. Too fucking good. But I’m here for your pleasure, not you here for mine. Take your clothes off, love, and let’s try your little vibe idea. I want that little pussy snapping tight, pleasure rushing up your spine as you come and come, because I won’t until you do. Ladies first.”
My heat was flaring again, so I stood up and stripped off as he lay down, taking over working his plug, watching me the entire time. His eyes burned into my skin, like he’d store away every memory to be pulled out again and again later. When I stepped over to the bed, he rustled around in the pile of toys, pulling out lube and that big silicone dildo.
“You’re gonna want to be stuffed for this. I know what it’s like, coming when there’s a place inside you that’s achingly empty. Lie down.” He slipped from the bed, falling to his knees and then patting the mattress. “I’ll show you what it’ll be like, if you choose to take my cock.”
That sent a sharp spear of need through me, my thighs slippery as I went to the bed. He laid me down, mumbling sweet nothings as he got me there, then separated my thighs slowly.
“Fuck, look how wet you are. You’re needing, and I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna touch you now, prepare you a bit, just with my fingers. Is that OK?”
I nodded sharply, something twisting inside me. He was right—this was starting to hit me really hard, a little whimper escaping my lips.
“It’s OK.” He smoothed a hand over my stomach and groin, the heat he left in his path helping somewhat. “It’s all gonna be OK. I’m going to stroke this pretty pussy, but I’m gonna push my fingers inside real quick. You need that, I think.”
