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“Your pussy missed my cock, didn’t it?” Darren murmurs.
“Yes.”
“Has it gotten a good pounding lately?”
“No.”
“Does it want one?”
I hesitate, remembering how hard Darren can fuck. But I can’t refuse.
“Yes, please,” I answer quietly.
“Your pussy is always up for a good pounding, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
He starts to saw himself in and out. I moan at the delicious heat his velvet hardness stokes.
“There’s a problem with what I said, though,” he says as he comes to a stop, his cock buried as far as it can go at this angle. “You know what it is, Bridge?”
I don’t exactly remember what he said. What is he referring to? Not able to come up with an answer, I shake my head.
“This pussy,” he says as he withdraws before slamming into me, making me gasp, “isn’t yours.”
I cry out again when he slams into me a second time.
“It’s. Mine.”
He shoves his cock deep several times. His pelvis slaps into my rump, jarring me. I love and hate it all at once.
“Oh…shit!” I swear when he plunges in extra hard.
Even though my heels already have me on my toes, I rise up farther to see if improving the angle will decrease the pain. He pistons his cock into me, picking up the pace and the force till it becomes fast and furious. My teeth are going to chatter out of my mouth, and it feels as if he’s trying to ram his cock through my pussy and out the top of my head.
“M-Mercy,” I say.
He slows and winds a hand through my hair.
“You think you get a safe word?” he asks into my ear. “Only good subs deserve safe words.”
He bites my earlobe as my heart sinks. “Bad subs just get fucked.”
He kisses, mouths, and bites my neck before resuming his attempts to split me in half. His hand is still fisted in my hair, causing my back to arch. I have nothing to brace myself against, nothing to deaden the blow of being impaled upon his cock in a blinding blur. Even the rope is an accomplice, chafing my wrists as I desperately try to put some daylight between our bodies.
Just when I think I might break down in sobs, he slows. Letting go of my hair, he drops his hand between my thighs and strokes my clit. I whimper with relief. His other hand gropes a breast through my dress. My breasts feel extra heavy and seem to yearn toward his touch. His fingers against my clit are heaven-sent, especially after the brutal pounding. I’m surprised my arousal has survived the battering, but I feel the promise of bliss flit through me like beautiful butterflies tempting the eye.
I feel his cock flex inside of me. The fullness combined with the strumming of his fingers is so delicious, despite the soreness of my poor pussy, my orgasm looms.
But before I can ascend the peak, Darren stops. “You want to taste yourself?”
Without waiting for my response, he cups the side of my face and jams his fingers between my lips. I lick and suck his digits. He grunts. Pulling out his cock, he presses it against that other hole.
My heart stops. If he goes as hard there as he did in my pussy, he’s going to rip me a new one. But a part of me is so desperate to come, I almost don’t care as long as he’ll let me finish.
Please be gentle, I want to say, but his fingers are still in my mouth.
He pushes his tip into me. I will my body to relax. His cock breaches the initial resistance of my sphincter. I gasp, but it’s not too bad so far. The hard part, however, is coming.
