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But now, the pain and the pleasure blend together.
And it feels to me like I’ll never get enough of it.
Chapter Six
Two Years Later
“Clay!” I shriek as his fingers slide into my pussy. It wouldn’t feel so damned overwhelming if not for the fact that his cock is already deep inside of my ass. I shake above him and try to get my mind wrapped around how my body feels. I try but don’t do a very good job of it. I’m overwhelmed completely. The way his cock stretches my ass is already pretty damned impossible to describe. When that’s added to my pussy being filled, it’s just impossible.
No.
It’s almost impossible.
I discover that when he starts moving his fingers inside of me. That’s when I learned the actual definition of impossible and any conclusions from before just disappear. I don’t think there’s any way to describe how impossible the situation is to take.
How’s this?
There’s a very thick cock in my ass and two fingers in my pussy.
Okay, so it’s not so difficult to explain how impossible the situation is to take after all.
I can’t believe how constantly and consistently this man pushes my body to its limit. You would think by now, I’d be used to it, right? Well, I’m not used to it. I’m not even close. Clay’s fingers move at a very rapid pace, and it just feels impossible! I mean, it feels impossible that they should even be able to fit in my pussy while my ass is filled up. Moving fast, though? No way!
Of course, my whole life feels impossible when it comes right down to it. I mean, was I a virgin just two years ago? Was I really completely innocent of the ways of the world, so to speak? On any given day today, my body will be filled with pleasure or pain. I’m not even talking about during sex. I just mean at any given moment; it might hurt like hell to sit down or it might be almost impossible to sit without moaning.
And the totally fucking crazy thing is that I love both of those situations. I mean it. I love it when it hurts like hell just as much as when it feels nice. Don’t ask me to explain that. I don’t have to, right? I mean, I don’t have to convince anyone that I have a right to enjoy what I enjoy. Nobody is entitled to an explanation or a justification. I like when Clay fucks me hard enough to hurt me. I like when Clay fucks me in a sweet, tender, and romantic way. I’m allowed to.
Okay, but as much as I’m trying to say that I don’t have to justify it; when I tell you not to ask me to explain it I’m telling you not to ask because there’s no fucking way on Earth that I can figure it out, much less explain it.
Yeah, it’s amazing how the mind gets all philosophical and focused like this when my ass is stretched like crazy and my pussy feels just as stretched as well. It occurs to me that I’m lucky Clay doesn’t just reach into the nightstand and grab my dildo. I mean, he could use the dildo, which is almost as big as he is, instead of his two fingers. If he does that, there’s no way I could survive!
Wow. I want to try that, though.
Yeah, that’s what my man does to me. He turns me into some kind of completely physical being, some creature whose entire purpose for living is to be overpowered sexually. Go figure, right?
But see, it’s not just the sex.
Maybe in the middle of the pain and pleasure my purpose is to be overpowered sexually but most of the time, Clay is that god of a man who put a robe over my body when I was humiliated and then held me until I was able to function again.
My badass outlaw biker is so much more than just badass.
He’s perfect.
And he’s mine.
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