I squirm, instinctively glancing back. “What are you?—?”
“Quiet,” he orders, a sharp slap landing on my butt, the sting silencing me.
My breath hitches as the vibrator lingers near me, not yet inside, just resting, its presence heavy with anticipation. He moves slowly, deliberately, teasing the edge, letting my slickness guide him. I squirm, the feeling both tantalizing and maddening, as he waits.
He inches it in, just barely, a slow stretch that makes my heart race. Every nerve feels hyperaware, my senses heightened. He pauses, letting the moment hang between us, the fullness a silent promise of more.
A moan escapes me, raw and involuntary.
His voice softens, almost tender. “You good?”
I nod, the sheet clenched between my teeth, muffling my shaky response. “Y—yeah.”
The vibrator pulses again, and he pushes it in slowly, working in tandem with his cock, filling me in both places. It's a new sensation, unfamiliar and overwhelming. My body tightens, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity—full, aroused, teetering on the edge of something I can't name.
I'm wound tight, every muscle drawn taut, bracing for the inevitable release that's just out of reach.
He stops, pulls out, flips me onto my back, and plunges back in.
I raise my hands to the wall behind the bed, holding on ashe drives me harder and faster toward my peak. My muscles strain; I’m close, teetering on the edge.
He takes longer this time, his forehead glistening with sweat. He’s relentless.
“You want to come, baby?” He pinches my clit, and my hips buck.
“Yes. Please, yes.”
“You’ll be a good girl?”
“Yes,” I sob. “Please, Ryder. I need to come.”
He turns the vibrator on again and presses it against my clit. My thighs jerk upward.
He holds me in place, giving me exactly the right pressure. I explode around him, shaking and clenching so hard that he slips out as I continue to shatter.
My hips are in the air, but he doesn’t relent, rubbing more and more until I can’t take it anymore, grabbing his wrist to stop him.
My eyes are still closed as he flips me onto my stomach again, like a rag doll. No time to recover, no time to breathe.
He slides his finger into me, over and over, then spreads my ass cheeks, stroking the tight ring.
“So open and ready,” he murmurs, sliding in a second finger, moving slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every moment.
“I’m dying to see my cock inside this pretty ass. You’re so ready.” He withdraws his fingers and slides them down, gathering the wetness from between my thighs.
“Perfect,” he breathes, his touch firm as he spreads my slick over my entrance, coating me thoroughly. The heat of it, the sensation of him using me to prepare myself, makes my pulse race.
He pulls my ass up, positioning me. The crown of his cockrubs against my sensitive opening, slowly, teasing. I feel him push in, inch by inch, the stretch intense.
I clench at the burning sensation, panting, my body trembling with the mix of pain and pleasure. He pauses briefly, letting me catch my breath, then continues, inching deeper.
“Ow,” I whimper, the burn making me tighten around him. It hurts, but there’s an ache beneath it that pulls me toward him, making me crave more.
“I’m not stopping, baby,” he says, pushing inside me. “Unless you tell me to.” His hand comes down in a sharp slap against my ass, the sting making me gasp. He does it again, the sharp heat distracting me just enough as he sinks deeper, fully inside now.
He pauses, letting me adjust to the fullness, his hand gripping me tighter before pulling out and thrusting back in, his slick length sliding smoothly, hitting deep.
I scream, my breaths coming heavy and shallow. I don’t recognize my voice.
