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His saliva aids the passage of his fingers and he pushes them to the first knuckle inside me. He thrusts, in and out, faster, slower, he scissors his fingers, he curls them, he rubs them against that sensitive spot that drove me wild for my last orgasm. He drives me mad with desire.
Arousal wets the splayed cheeks of my ass and it feels like the moon shines a direct spotlight on it. Just when I think I’m getting accustomed to the stretch, Tristan shoves them in to the second knuckle and then straight to the webbing. My mouth parts, delayed in processing the agony. Then his thumb finds my pussy once more and thrusts in equally deep.
“You’ve never come with a finger in your pussy and two in your ass,” he grounds out, voice dangerously low, words echoing his previous ones.
He only has time to pull out and thrust back in and then I’m coming with a cry so loud that birds fly out of a nearby tree.
He chuckles and thrusts again, and again, shoving me off the cliff and into a violent orgasm. My moans are continuous, the pleasure agonizing. My entire body spasms around his fingers. When I come down, he brushes the hair back from my forehead.
“You’re doing so well,” he purrs and in a moment of weakness, I turn my cheek into his hand instead of away.
Tristan takes advantage of my unguarded position to place a third finger against the entrance of my ass. I’m staring into his eyes as mine widen in alarm. He grips my jaw before I can move and brings his mouth down on mine, simultaneously pushing in with three fingers. He kisses me sloppily, hungrily, stealing my breath and my focus for long seconds before he pulls away.
“You’ve never come with three in your ass either,” he growls, his voice distorted by pleasure.
I whimper in pain and he removes his thumb from my pussy to give himself more room. He doesn’t get far, his fingers twisted up just past the entrance of my tight sphincter, my ass refusing to give.
“Remember your safe word?”
I nod wordlessly, eyes still locked tightly on him. Fear and anticipation swirl inside me, almost drowning out the physical sensations.
“Will I need it?” I ask, my lip trembling involuntarily.
His eyes snap down to watch me dig my teeth into my lip nervously, lust blooming even deeper in his already demented gaze.
“No baby, you’re going to take it.”
The moment of care is over and done before I can take it in, his eyes darkening evilly. He intrigues me with the gentler side of him that he shows me flashes of sometimes. It makes me feel safe even as he brutalizes me the way I need.
He presses in harder with his fingers and my eyes flutter closed in mortification as I hear the squelching sounds coming from my ass. My multiple orgasms have a mess of my juices dripping down onto my hole and covering his hand. His jaw tightens in concentration, his dick hard again and throbbing against my thigh. My own face scrunches up in twisted pleasure and definite pain as I try to loosen up the muscles of my ass and accept his intrusion.
“Oh God… Oh! Oh, no.Please…”
My hands clutch at his chest, fisting his shirt in delirious agony. He lowers his head and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. They’re so tight that one lap of his tongue has me on the edge once more. The sense of fullness is all consuming, to the point where it feels like I can’t take a breath for fear of coming undone. His fingers aren’t even all the way in. They’re stuck at the first knuckle, my ass refusing to let them through.
Tristan doesn’t let that discourage him. Instead, he takes the opportunity to play with and stretch my rim. He mini thrusts his fingers in and out, barely moving at all but sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting up my hole. He changes the angle, flattening his fingers to one side with the tips still inside and then rolling them in a full loop around my ass. He takes sadistic pleasure in the way I’m squealing into the night, pinned and thrashing beneath his body.
“It’s too tight! It’s too much, too– oh, God.” I yelp when he removes his fingers from my ass altogether. The immediate feeling of emptiness makes me feel unmoored from reality. How can I miss his fingers inside my most taboo place?
But I don’t miss them for long. He runs them sleekly up my slit, collecting all the wetness there and then shoves them back into my ass, now to the second knuckle.
This time, I scream.
“Tristan! Please, ohfuck!”
I throw myself to the side, my upper body twisting away from him so that my top half is face down on the ground.
He growls warningly behind me.
“We can do it this way if you prefer.”
He grabs my legs and flips them over so that I’m fully on my stomach, face down and inhaling the fresh dirt. He slams a hand down on my lower back and keeps me pressed into the ground, his other hand coming free of my stretched hole to slap my ass harshly.
“Uff,” I groan, my mind addled. I no longer know where the line between pain and pleasure is, where reality ends and fantasy begins.
My clit vibrates with need. He runs his fingers up from my pussy to my ass and thrusts all the way in. My bent legs shake and clamp together, my toes scrunching together like a retracting blowfish to ride out the onslaught of pleasure.
I don’t know if I’m coming or not, all I know is my body can’t take this. The wet sounds of my arousal combined with his pounding fingers is too filthy for me to even process. His intrusion burns, my rim raw and white from stretching and it feels like I’ll never go back to the way I was before. And still I know I need to stretch more because his cock is twice as wide as his fingers grouped together.
