The orgasm hit me like a freight train, sudden and devastating. My body seized, every muscle locking up as pleasure tore through me with a violence that left me gasping. I heard myself screaming his name, heard the desperate, broken sounds coming from my throat, but I couldn’t stop them.
He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked me harder, prolonging the orgasm until I was sobbing, until tears were streaming down my face and I couldn’t tell if I was begging him to stop or begging him to never stop.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent another shockwave through my already wrecked body.
Before I could even begin to recover, he pulled out, leaving me empty and gasping, and flipped me onto my stomach with an ease that should have been terrifying.
“Nano,” I tried to protest, but my voice was barely a whisper.
His hands gripped my hips, yanking them up until I was on my knees, my face pressed into the mattress. I felt the head of his cock at my entrance again, and then he was shoving back inside, filling me in one brutal thrust that had me crying out into the sheets.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
He started fucking me again, wild and unrestrained, each thrust driving me forward on the bed. The angle was different, deeper, more intense, and I could feel every inch of him as he pounded into me.
And then I felt something else.
His finger, slick with something, lube, maybe, or just my own arousal, pressing against my ass.
“No!” I gasped, trying to pull away, but his other hand tightened on my hip, holding me in place.
“Yes,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “You’re going to take everything I give you, Alex. Every. Fucking. Thing.”
He pushed his finger inside, breaching that tight ring of muscle, and I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat. The sensation was overwhelming, too much, too intense, tooeverything,but my body didn’t care. My pussy clenched around his cock, and I felt myself getting wetter, felt my arousal dripping down my thighs.
“That’s what I thought,” he said, satisfaction dripping from every word. “You like this, don’t you? Like having both your holes filled.”
He started working his finger in and out, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All I could do was grip the bedsheets and hold on as he used my body however he wanted.
“This ass is mine too,” he said, adding a second finger, stretching me wider. “And soon, I’m going to fuck it. Going to fill it with my cum just like I’m going to fill your pussy. You understand?”
I couldn’t answer. Could only whimper into the sheets as another orgasm started building, this one deeper, more intense than anything I’d felt before.
“I asked you a question,” he growled, and suddenly his hand was in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my spine to arch.
“Yes!” I gasped out, my voice breaking. “Yes, I understand!”
“Good girl.”
He released my hair but kept his fingers in my ass and kept fucking me with a wild abandon that had the bed frame slamming against the wall. The sound of skin slapping againstskin filled the room, obscene and primal, mixing with my desperate moans and his rough grunts.
I came again. And again. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began. The sheets beneath me were soaked with sweat, with my arousal, with everything my body was giving him.
But there was something else building. Something deeper in my gut, more intense than anything I’d felt before. It was almost frightening in its intensity, this pressure that kept building and building with no release.
And then his hand came down on my ass.
Hard.
The slap echoed through the room, and the sting sent a fresh jolt of sensation straight to my core.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Say you’re mine.”
No.
The word formed in my mind, a last desperate attempt at defiance, at maintaining some shred of control over this situation.
“No,” I gasped out.
