I hear the faint ripping sound and when I open my eyes, I see the condom foil flailing in the air until it lands on the bed.
“Ready?” The tip of his cock nudges my entrance.
No. Of course I’m not. I’ve seen his dick. I’ve had it in my mouth. I know how thick and large he is, bigger than anything I’ve ever had. It’s insane, really. Regardless, I find myself nodding and saying, “Yes.”
“Such a good toy.” He slides his length between my lips, hitting my clit with every stroke until I’m squirming and moving my ass closer to him. “So easy to use.”
I clench my core at his words alone. “Please,” I whimper, arching my back like a cat and further spreading myself for him.
I’m stuck in a daze, high up in the clouds, relentless, eager, and so turned on. “Do it,” I plead.
And he does. He slowly sinks his tip into me, the stretch beyond magnificent. “Holy shit.” I grind my teeth and he groans, one hand squeezing my hip, the other I assume on his shaft, guiding himself inside me.
“Anna, fuuuck, fuuuck…” His fingers dig, squeeze, and pinch my skin as he slips in a little deeper. With every push, I find myself clenching around him, holding my breath because despite him being in my mouth, this is different. He’s so thick, I feel like I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind. “Anna,meu bem, relax, breathe, you’re so fucking tight. Ineedyou to relax.” I think he folds in on himself because I feel his warm, sweaty chest against my back, lips on my shoulder, teeth biting my skin. I wouldn’t be surprised if his teeth marks are there tomorrow. “Ifuckingneed you to relax. I’m losing my mind over you. Fucking hell Anna…fuuuck.”
I can’t say anything but make myself pliable to him as he thrusts deeper inside. Everything feels hazy, slow, and so out of my control. I’m gripping on to the comforter, biting it too.
But it’s not until he plunges all the way inside that I feel every inch of him. His balls slap my clit, and both his hands hug my hips. The loud slap, the slick sound of our sweaty skin, and our voices all echo throughout the room. He stills against me, gritting his teeth.
“You’re unreal.” I hear the awe in his voice and then feel him pull out slightly before he’s ramming back against me. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over this.” And he repeats the motion. “Over you.”
I cry out, eyes rolling back when he does it again and again until my pussy adjusts to the size of him. “Har-harder. Go harder. Fuck me faster.”
He chuckles roughly and rocks his hips forward, his cock deeper than ever. It hits a spot I didn’t think was possible. His balls slap against my clit, the noises so lewd, so fucking filthy, I’m getting wetter at the sound of them.
He works fast, hard, just like I begged for, but the intensity of the way he fucks makes me almost beg him to stop. I’m jerking with every thrust, my nipples sensitive from how they rub against the comforter. Another orgasm is building up. I’m so close I can feel it. Any second now, I’m going to come, but his words freeze the desire to do so.
“Don’t you dare come until I do. You’re going to come with me,” he demands. I hear how hard his teeth scrape against each other, and how his breathing is harsh and out of control. His movements are the same too, shaky and desperate.
I bite my lip, holding back from coming, but when I peer over my shoulder, I see him staring at my ass. It bounces and ripples, and I feel him spread my cheeks and stare at my asshole. When his eyes collide with mine, he flashes me the most wicked smirk and spits between my cheeks before raising his hand and spreading his saliva.
That’s so hot. Why is that so hot? Holy fuck.
He doesn’t push his finger in even though my asshole is strangely twitching like it wants him to. I think I want him to, too. He only rubs around and over it but stops abruptly and drops his head back, the veins on his neck popping. His movements turn sloppy and he grunts, “Come now.”
That’s all it takes because, on command, everything I was holding in bursts and I’m coming undone right underneath him.
I’m not sure how I’ll ever recover, and I continue this line of thinking as he eventually pulls out of me. I hate how empty I feel,and if my energy levels weren’t so depleted, I’d ask him to fuck me again.
I can’t get my breathing under control. I can’t do anything but think about what life will be like moving forward.
Nothing will ever compare. No other person and certainly not any toy. I’m so fucked.
Flopping flat on my stomach, I stay still and pry one eye open when Sylas lies next to me and sets a small piece of white paper down.
“What’s that?” I ask hoarsely, taking in his flushed face, his sweaty, nude body, and his muscles bulging as he slips off the tie.
“The receipt,” he pants out.
I smile lazily, my eyes barely staying open. “You didn’t have to show it to me. I trust you.”
“I did. I bought a ball gag. Need to know how you feel about those.” Sylas returns a dazed smile of his own. “Oh, and give me my gum back.” He cups the back of my head, gently pulls me in, and kisses me softly. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, stroking my tongue until he feels the gum and takes it back into his mouth.
Wow, that was—wait, did he say ball gag?
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