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My mouth opens to protest when a hard, textured surface breaches my opening. It’s cool and ridged and so fucking big that my breath gets stuck in my throat.

“You know what this is, Paige?” He emphasizes his words by turning the vibrations on the toy on.

I shake my head.

“It’s the tentacle dildo. The one I delivered to you. It seems like it was ages ago when I brought this massive, scary looking thing to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He pumps the toy into me, inch by inch, as it vibrates, massaging my insides in a completely new way. “I had no idea that the sweet, cute girl in front of me needed to get fucked so bad. That she was a very, very bad girl begging to be good.” The dildo stretches me out as he pushes it further in.

This whole thing is so dirty, his words are so dirty, it should make me sick. Instead, I feel myself dripping down to my sheets, ready to take anything he gives me.

“Do you like it, Paige? Are you so desperate for cock that you’d take this monster dildo, just to have your pussy stuffed full?”

Another moan escapes me, and this time it’s loud enough I hear it regardless of the headphones.

“Say it, Paige.” The buzzing stops and I’m left with my pussy pulsing for more. “Tell me you need your pussy stuffed or I’ll stop.”

I’d love to tell him no. I’d love to be the person horrified by his words. The person I was just a few weeks ago. But as liquid desire courses my veins, I realize I’m not that person anymore.

“I need my pussy stuffed,” I say, and the vibrations immediately switch back on.

This time, they’re stronger, faster, the tentacle deeper inside of me. I gasp when he wraps his lips around my nipple, sucks it into his mouth before nipping it with his teeth. He repeats the process on my other breast, eliciting a whimper. The dildo massages the perfect spot inside me which, combined with the depravity of the whole thing, pushes me right toward the edge.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You take this so well. I can’t wait for you to take my cock. Maybe I should let you watch.”

A moment later, he removes the eye mask and the headphones from my head. The lights are dimmed, but it still takes me a second to get used to them. Finally focusing on Ryan, my breath is knocked out of my lungs. He took his shirt off, so I have a front-row seat to his biceps flexing as he pumps the filthy toy into me. His sweatpants strain against his hardened cock, a bead of moisture showing me how much he likes what he sees. And what he sees is obscene. Me tied to the bed, my body slick with sweat as the giant tentacle penetrates me.

Never have I ever even imagined such a thing, but now that it’s here, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

His eyes are dark and wild, and he grinds his hips into the bed as he focuses on me. His gaze lifts to mine, triggering my release. My pussy clenches around the toy, unsuccessfully trying to keep it in place, as my orgasm shakes through me. It’s longer and more intense than the first one, but it still doesn’t leave me sated.

“Seeing you come is my fucking addiction, Paige.” He extracts the cold, silicone helper, and my pussy mourns the loss.

He dumps the toy to the side of the bed and makes quick work of pulling his pants and socks off. He isn’t wearing any underwear, so his cock springs free, standing before me at full attention. His fist wraps around it, gripping it tightly, and angles it at my entrance.

“I have to feel you, Paige. Right fucking now,” he grits out, entering me to the hilt.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as the pleasure overloads my mind.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

Ryan

A low groan escapes me as I slip into the tight, wet heaven that is Paige’s pussy. It’s been so hot making her orgasm that I’m already on the verge of coming, so I bite into my bottom lip, trying to keep it at bay. She might have come twice so far, but I want her to come again. I want to feel her squeeze my cock, milking my own release.

Her face contorts with pleasure, and she looks more beautiful than ever.

“You’re such a good fucking girl. You’re going to make me come so hard,” I tell her, making her cry out.

I want more. I want all her sounds.

I want to find every single thing that turns her on, every button she loves pressed. I want to explore her and know her inside and out.

Thrust after thrust, she pulses around me, and it gets harder not to let go. I place both of my elbows next to her head, landing a long lick from the pink nub of her breast to her neck. The salty taste of her sweat penetrates my senses, leaving me wanting more. I need her closer.

On a whim, I untie her wrists, one by one. Her arms wrap around my neck tightly, and I’m enveloped by her scent.

It’s still not enough.

So I do the hard decision of exiting her dripping cunt.