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“I’m going to make you come so many times tonight you’ll pass out from pleasure.”

I shudder as he’s already made me come so many times I’ve lost count. The tip of his cock presses against my stretched hole, and I glance over my shoulder to see him pouring lube over my ass and his cock.

“Are you ready?” he asks, meeting my gaze.

I nod. “So ready.”

He pushes inside me, and it’s an overwhelming stretch that feels both painful and pleasurable. I gasp, my fingers clutching the sheets so hard my knuckles are white. He’s so large, so thick. I can’t imagine it fitting.

My body tenses. An instinctive reaction to the invasion.

“Relax, angel,” he whispers, gently massaging my hips. His voice is like a salve, soothing me. “Take my cock, baby. I know you can do it.”

He’s patient, easing in slowly, inch by inch. His praises wash over me, encouraging me. “That’s it, Ella. You’re doing so well. So fucking tight and perfect.”

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling him fill and stretch me in the most impossible way. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain, intensity and intimacy, and a sense of being truly claimed beneath it all. Claimed by mystepdaddy.

Once he’s almost all the way, he shoves the last couple of inches inside, splintering my flesh and sending jolts of pleasure through me. I thought I’d reached my limit, but he proves me wrong. He’s all in, and I feel so full, so owned and utterly taken by him.

He’s still for a short while, clawing at my hips hard. And then he moves, pulling out slightly, only to push back in. Each thrust is slow and measured at first, a teasing rhythm that has me biting my lip. The vibrations from the device in my pussy add another layer of pleasure, making me squirm and building an electrical storm inside me.

The slow rhythm becomes faster and more urgent.

I moan, my body rocking with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He’s driving me to heaven with each movement. I feel my body clench around him. God knows what number climax is building to a crescendo.

“You like that, don’t you, Ella? Taking my cock in that ass like a good girl,” Remy growls, spanking my ass cheek hard enough to add another dimension to the pleasure. He pulls out and slams back into me repeatedly, and each thrust hits a sweet spot inside me.

I can’t speak. The pleasure is overwhelming; my mind is a blank canvas of nothing.

“Fuck, Ella, your ass was made for my cock,” he grunts. “So fucking tight. You’re squeezing me so good.”

His praises are all for me, feeding my desire and pushing me closer to oblivion. I can tell he’s close, too. His movements are more erratic, his breathing labored. We’re spiraling, spiraling toward that inevitable, explosive climax.

“Oh fuck, Daddy,” I gasp, my world narrowing to him and the overwhelming pleasure.

He growls. “That’s right, baby. Take my cock in that tight little ass. I want to feel you come while I’m deep inside you.” The sensation builds until I can’t hold it in any longer. My orgasm rips through me, a tidal wave of ecstasy that leaves me shaking and moaning.

“Daddy!” I cry out.

“That’s it, Angel,” Remy growls. “So fucking beautiful. You’re milking my cock with your ass. It feels so good.” He grabs my throat and squeezes, leaning to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to come in your ass now.” His voice is a low growl. “I’m going to fill you up so that you’ve got my cum deep inside you, and then I’m going to put the plug back in so you’re sleeping with my cum inside you all night.” He presses his lips to my shoulder. “And you are going to take it, aren’t you? You’re going to take my cum like a good girl.”

“Yes,” I moan.

His cock throbs, a sign of his impending release. “Fuuuck,” he groans, his voice guttural. I can feel his cock pulse, his hot cum spilling deep.

The thought of being filled with his cum and wearing the plug all night sends another wave of ecstasy rippling through me. I squirm against him, my walls clenching around him as another orgasm tears through me, milking every last drop of his release.

“Fuck, you came again for me.” He spanks my ass softly. “Perfect. You are fucking perfect.” He pulls his cock out of my ass, and quickly I feel the plug replace it.

And then he flips me over and forces me to lie down against his chest. My eyes flutter shut from exhaustion as I press my face against his chest. And fall fast asleep within seconds, wrapped in the safety of his arms.

* * *

My eyes flicker open,and I find Remy’s side of the bed empty. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, it’s only two in the morning.

Pushing the covers away, I get up and pad over to the bathroom. Remy is leaning over the bathroom counter with his eyes shut.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

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