Page 47 of Never Forget

I make a yapping motion with my hand, only to have it caught by Scott and pushed to the ground over my head. Honestly, I don’t put up much of a fight to have my second arm pinned, either.

There’s zero chance I’m admitting this out loud, but he’s right. I still want him. Hell, I know it’s going to hurt, and I want it even more than I did when we started.

I want him to tear me apart like only he can.

He’ll put me back together later. He always does.

Scott Riley always takes care of me. In every way possible. Every single day. And I truly believe he always will, for as long as I let him.

All of a sudden, I’m turned onto my stomach, my hands forced behind my back. The leash attached to my collar tugs as he uses the end of it to bind my hands, so I’m trussed up like a damn holiday ham.

There’s a rustle of fabric before Scott spreads my legs apart with one knee and settles between them. There’s pressure on my sore hole as the plug is twisted inside me, pulled out a little, then pushed back in. I can feel my swollen hole gape when it’s removed. It lands on the ground near my face, wet and filthy with lube and cum.

I hear the snap of the lube cap, then gasp as a shock of cold splashes onto my abused hole. Pressure, and then the air is pushed out of me with one deep thrust.

“That hurt?” He’s trying to make it sound like a taunt, but I know he actually cares.

“So good,” I rasp. “So good.”

Scott hums appreciatively and lifts my hips to position me just where he wants me. With my arms pinned behind my back, I can’t hold myself up. Scott has to use the leash to pull me back against him, wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me in place.

My cock juts out in front of me, desperate, angry, red, and leaking like I haven’t come almost a dozen times in the last twenty-four hours. Scott holds himself flush against me, rocking his hips, grinding his perfect dick inside me. The second his fingers wrap around my shaft, I let out a pathetic whine.

“So needy.”

My jaw aches from how hard I clench it to keep from saying anything, but he rubs his thumb over my crown, gathering all the leaking precum from my slit, and brings it up to my mouth. Instinctively, I open for him, groaning at the taste of my own arousal.

Scott pushes my sweaty hair aside, his breath skirting over the sensitive area between my neck and shoulder.

“What does my needy pet want?”

Flexing my hips, I try to push back on him. He lets me fuck myself on his dick for a while, but the angle and my balance are off, so it’s just frustrating me more than anything.

“Tell me what you want. I won’t make you beg this time,” he teases, circling his hips to taunt me.

“Just fucking ruin me already,” I snap.

Scott sucks in a sharp breath, then lets it out on a low, rumbly groan that sounds dangerous. Goosebumps break out over my thighs and the top of my ass. My cock jerks and precum drips off me to soak into the blanket.

“You asked for it.” Then he turns my world upside down.

I shout as he pulls my hips back sharply and lifts me up. Without my arms to catch me, I end up with my face and shoulder braced against the ground while Scott holds me up like some kind of perverted wheelbarrow, one knee on the ground and the other braced for maximum impact. It’s both uncomfortable and the best thing I’ve ever felt, the breath and cries jack-hammered out of me until my voice is hoarse. He’s got me at an angle that has his cock driving into me so deep I think my pelvis might crack, rapidly hitting me dead in that spot that makes me think I’m going to pee, but have learned is the precursor to the most intense orgasms of my life. The kind that makes you feel like you’re going to black out.

Shit. I might actually black out. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.

“Scott…” I cry out, a warning tone in my gravelly voice between staccato moans and gasping for air.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

A litany of curses tumbles from my lips just before a scream is ripped from my throat. Light flashes behind my eyes, and my entire body tightens up. A deep, full-body surge of something I’ve never felt before pulses through me and keeps going long enough that I worry I’m running out of breath, but I can’t make my lungs function the way they’re supposed to. A wave of dizziness overtakes me as what feels like a waterfall erupts inside me and explodes onto the rumpled picnic blanket.

All the while, Scott keeps pounding away, that same deep, rumbly growl emitting from his chest, broken only by the occasional grunted “yes” and the wet, squelchy slapping of our bodies coming together. My raspy mewling rounds out the soundtrack to a porno filthier and more primal than anything I’ve ever watched.

His fingers dig into me so hard, I know I’ll have a few more bruises to add to the day’s collection. Not to mention being turned completely inside out and wrecked beyond comprehension.

But all I can feel right now is pleasure. Overwhelming, mind-altering, paralyzing pleasure.

For a few long minutes, I live outside my body. If ever I was truly no one, it’s now. I’m really just a rag doll at this point, unsure which way is up or down, or if this is truly pleasure or pain. It hurts, but in the best way possible. I’m limp and breathless, my body jerking with the motion of Scott thrusting into me like some kind of animal in a rut.