Sweet agony. I’m unraveling at the seams.
His free hand grips my ass, fingers digging deep, and then, suddenly, he slaps my asscheek. Hard. So hard my body jolts and I choke on a moan that turns into a broken cry.
My pussy clenches like a vice, milking his cock with ruthless desperation.
“How’s it feel, Adora?” he growls against my lips. “To have both holes stuffed?”
That dirty mouth of his stokes the fire inside me so hot my bones might turn to dust. All I can do is whimper in response. My brain’s fried, my body hijacked by pleasure that borders on pain.
Then it hits me again.
Another orgasm, brutal and sudden. Explosive. My whole body locks up. My nails dig into his biceps, and I know I’m drawing blood but I don’t care. I scream his name like it’s salvation.
He waits, letting me ride it out. He doesn’t rush, just looks at me like he’s under a spell, mindlessly brushing lazy circles on my skin.
I’m about to collapse, when he suddenly moves. He repositions me — on my knees, my back to his chest, his arms strong and steady around me. He turns off the toy and eases it out, pressing soft kisses to my neck, trying to comfort the very woman he just broke.
I sag against him, boneless. Drunk on orgasm aftershock.
He disappears for a few seconds. I don’t even process it until he’s back, his cock nudging at my ass, something else sliding between my thighs.
I blink. Look down.Rabbit vibrator.
“What…” I whisper, voice hoarse and raw.
His mouth finds my ear. “I told you.” His breath is fire. “I’m fucking your ass today.”
Oh. I forgot. We’re not done.
I take a deep breath. Try to brace.
The butt plug was a warm-up, this is the main event. But his cock is massive. That plug was tiny. I’m fucked.
“Don’t worry, adorable,” he murmurs, voice velvet and steel. “I’ll make it so good, you’ll be begging for it every day.”
A shiver rips through me. When he talks like that — low, sure, certain — he could make me walk through fire, even if it kills me.
And his cock? That one might just kill my ass.
“Okay,” I breathe, the sound a little faint.
I feel his smile against my skin, his inner predator satisfied.
He turns the rabbit on, setting it on low, just enough to tease. Then he drags it over my slick pussy, slow and deliberate.
I melt back against his chest, letting him take over, enjoying the sensation. He palms my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. He leaves a trail of kisses on my shoulder, my neck. Each one of them feels like a mark on my soul. Like silent promises. I can only hope they’re the good kind.
I’m a puppet in his hands, strung up by desire, held together by need.
He guides me. Moves me. Uses me. And I let him, feeling like I could never get enough.
He pushes the toy inside, angling it perfectly until the stimulator presses right where it needs to be. Flames lick up my spine, hungry and wild.
He turns up the vibrations, and I jerk — hard — but he holds me steady.
He spreads my legs wider, and then he takes my hand and guides it to the toy.
“Hold it,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing my earlobe.
