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It’s such an arrogant gesture, bordering on rude.
Like he can’t even be bothered to use his words or be civilized about it. And I love that so much that even though I’m still shaking, I do what I’m commanded to. I turn around and get on my hands and knees for him.
And then he’s there.
Where I need him the most, right behind me and thrusting inside before I can even blink. And I’m dead to the world and alive only for him.
The very first thing I feel is the pain.
It’s always there no matter how many times he’s fucked me in the last week.
The struggle to get inside at first, his frustrated groans, my pained and horny moans. My own attempts to get away from him that he thwarts very easily when he grabs my meaty, child-bearing hips and pulls me back. But after five or six strokes, my pussy has no choice but to give in and bend to his will, stretching itself open to make space for his hard and thrusting, mean cock.
So the pain eases but the sharper edges of pleasure still remain.
And I think it’s because like this, he touches places inside of me that I don’t think are possible in any other position. I don’t think those ladder-like studs of his can rub against these places, stroke these intimate parts of me any other way.
So even the pleasure becomes something that I have to suffer through.
With broken moans and clenched teeth and teary eyes.
As I push backbackback into his powerful thrusts.
But.
As addictive and earth-shattering as all of this is, the best is yet to come and I’m hoping and praying that it does tonight.
It starts with his thumb on my ass.
Right where my second tiny hole is.
My entire pelvis contracts including my slick channel, making him groan and pound into me harder for the next few seconds. Then with his other arm, he reaches out and grabs my hair in his fist, pulling me up, making me arch against his chest. It also makes his thumb push itself into my hole — only a tiny bit though.
But it’s enough to make me whine, “No.”
Slowing down his thrusts, he grabs my throat then so he can look at me upside down; his favorite way to look at me, I’ve found. “No?”
Reaching back to grab his thighs, I whisper, “No, please.”
A muscle jumps in his cheek as he challenges, “Why not?”
“B-because.”
“Because what?”
“It’ll hurt.”
“Yeah,” he squeezes my throat and delivers a hard thrust, making my milkmaid tits jiggle, “For you.”
“Yes.”
“But it’ll feel like a dream to me.”
“B-but you can’t be selfish.”
“Yeah, why not?”
“Because I’m…” I have to stop here to go uh, uh, uh because he delivers three thrusts in a row, hard and fast, “I’m going to h-have your baby.”
We don’t know that yet.
But I’m really hoping that it happens soon.
He chuckles cruelly, harshly. “All the more reason to use your other hole now that I’ve used up your pussy.”
It sends firecrackers rushing through my veins.
His threatening words. His threatening tone.
Just the fact that I know he can do it but he won’t. Not without making it good for me.
So I whisper like I always do, “Just one stroke?”
And as always, he scoffs. “You know I won’t stop at one.”
“But I won’t be able to sit down for a w-week.”
Another sharp thrust that makes my teeth clatter. “Your problem, isn’t it? Not mine.”
“Or walk straight.”
“Again. Not my problem.”
I dig my nails in the backs of his thighs, my core clenching around his length. “But what if someone asks?”
He watches me with horny, narrowed eyes. “Asks what?”
I lick my lips. “Why I’m walking funny.”
“You can lie, can’t you? You’re good at that,” he taunts in a raspy whisper.
I shake my head. “I can’t. I promised you that I won’t lie.”
“Are you saying you’re a good girl now?”
“Yes.”
“So what’s a good girl going to say if someone asks why she’s walking funny?”
“I’ll…” My breaths jar out of me when he pounds into me again, his torso smacking against my ass. “I’ll have to t-tell them that you did it. You put your dick in my asshole and it was so big. It wouldn’t fit. But you didn’t…”
“Care,” he completes my sentence.
“No. You still put it in there.”
“Yeah, I still put it in there.”
“And it hurt.”
“Poor baby,” he murmurs, coming down to kiss my forehead as he flicks my back hole with his thumb once again.
I jerk and squeeze his length with my pussy. “And you were so mean to me.”
“I was.”
“I didn’t want it.”
“Yeah, you kept saying no, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“But I wouldn’t listen to that either.”
“I told you to stop it. That I don’t l-like it.”
“But I told you that I fucking love it and so you need to suck it up.”
“Yes.”
“Because ass-fucking is for the guys, not the girls, isn’t it, baby?”
