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ALIX
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Trap’s fingers are warm and hard, framing my clit. His thumb is in my pussy. His tongue is inside my back hole, thrusting deep as I clench and clench around it.
It’s filthy and it’s nasty and it’s wrong in so many ways, but the vibrations rolling through my body say otherwise. As I crest, I call on that god I don’t believe in, worshipping and praying as the thunder goes on and on.
Trap rides with me, shifting his hands so he frames my hips. He pulls me closer to his devilish mouth, rising only once to repeat his command.
“Come,” he says again, and I do a second time while he kisses my pucker and licks me and tells me that I’m beautiful.
When I’m done, when I’ve crashed back to earth, when I can open my eyes and raise my head and wonder what I did to deserve this incredible man, he rocks back on his heels.
He reaches for my left ankle first, undoing the leather bond. He unties my right ankle. He climbs off the bed and frees my wrists, right, then left.
I move slowly, lowering my arms. I feel the delicious stretch of what we’ve done, and I know my sides will ache tomorrow. I flex my feet. I slowly raise my knees.
And Trap leans over from the side of the bed. He scoops me up like I weigh no more than a kitten. He pulls me to the edge of the mattress and flips me over, waiting for my feet to find the ground before he levers his weight against my back.
He has me pinned against the bed, my feet on the floor, my arms caught beside me as my belly and breasts and head are supported by the sheets. He straddles my back and bends down close to my ear.
“One more time, Princess? Can you do that for me?”
I’m his princess. I’m his very good girl. I can feel his cock, heavy against the small of my back, and I know I’ll do anything he asks of me.
“Yes,” I say. “For you.”
He kisses my ear. My neck. And he rises off me, leaving me aching with a whole new kind of loss. I close my eyes because I never want to be alone like this again.
I hear the door of my nightstand slide open. A rustling as he reaches for what he wants. A funny sound, a slurping sound that would have embarrassed me before Trap knew all my secrets.
His lube-filled palm slides along the cleft of my bottom.
Another slurp. I hear his breath catch and I know him well enough that I can picture the iron line of his jaw. I know what his cock looks like, sliding beneath his hand. I can picture the glisten of lube.
His hands are slick on my wrists. He pulls my fingers from my sides. Places them on my bottom. Tightens over them, and I realize what he wants me to do.
I want to do it too.
I pull at my butt, spreading and separating. I offer myself to him without hesitation. Without reservation.
He anchors one hand on the small of my back. With the other, he brings his cock to my tight back opening. He pauses for just long enough that I could shout a color if I wanted.
And then he slides home.
It hurts. His magnificent cock is huge, and my body tenses in reflex.
But he goes slowly, giving me time to relax. He’s in perfect control. His palm is light on my back now and my own hands slip to the bed.
And as I yield to him, as I give him this the way I’ve given him every other part of my body, he fills me. His chest presses against my back. His hands frame my shoulders. His belly tenses.
And when he starts to move, my world transforms.
I thought I knew my limits. I thought this would hurt me, but it was something that he wanted, something I could give him when he’s given me so much. I thought I could close my eyes and I could bear it, because I’ve borne so much already.
I was wrong.
