Satisfy him. Satisfy yourself.Those goals go hand in hand. I don’t know where my intuition is coming from, but I have no choice but to follow it. “Yes, you can.”
“No. One pump won’t be enough. I’ll have to…slam. Slam. Slam it some more.” He snarls down at my buttocks, spitting on my cheeks, one by one. “This pretty round bottom is turning me into a fucking monster.”
Something about his hesitation only makes me more determined. Holding his gaze, I wiggle my hips and press back,taking another inch of his shaft. “Fuck my tight ass, Daddy. That’s what it’s for.”
His bellow creates waves in the infinity pool, and I think I go into shock a second later, because I feel the full scope of his rod inside me, his lap smacking off my butt, and I go blind, my ears ringing loudly. Pleasure shreds me into pieces, so visceral that I feel every contraction of my sex, my loins flexing as much as possible during a full-scale invasion of my lower body. My orgasm grinds me under its boot. I have no choice but to experience it head on, because Moby has pinned me to the day bed, his frantic hips scooping, ramming that solid, meaty thing into me, his mouth snarling and grunting into my hair. I’m under attack and I love it, because I’m the one who incited it, so I take my due, face down on the day bed with a seven-foot man, who is probably fifteen years my senior, pounds my backside with so much force that my teeth clack together, another climax being forced out of me. And now I’m screaming into the cushion, experiencing myself come apart, my heart telling me that Daddy will stitch me back together again.
“Fucking hell.So small yet taking so much. There’s well over a foot in you now, but instead of crying, you’re creaming. Jesus.” He grunts in time with his harried thrusts. “The way those little cheeks jiggle is…oh God, it’s going to make me come.Oh God!”
My hair is fisted, his teeth leaving deep grooves in my neck, his sex growing to its most impressive size yet…and he stiffens, jerking with violent spasms, hoarse sounds shifting my hair around, so much liquid warmth entering me from the back that it overflows and trickles down the cheeks of my bottom, my hips. And still his heavy body rakes up and down on top of me, his hips twisting and slapping, trying to work free of the sexual pain I could sense in him…and that’s what I want. Moby free of pain.
My body gives that to him and pleases mine beyond belief at the same time.
What a glorious gift.
That’s my final thought before I black out.
Four
Moby
Have I killed her?
Oh God, have I killed this perfect little human?
My anguished wail echoes off the walls of the hotel room as I carry her back inside, her body limp in my arms. “Darla? Darla!” I pace back and forth, helpless, my chest on fire at the sight of bite marks on her neck, the faint imprint of my fist around her delicate throat. What have I done? Oh God,what have I done?Who would I call for help if she’s hurt?Howwould I call for help? I know nothing about using the little machine that she used to order food. Is it the same machine people use when they need help?
There’s a knock on the door.
I freeze, confused, wondering if I’m just hearing the terrified pound of my heart, but no, a voice calls out. “Room service.”
It’s a woman.
Maybe she can help me find a doctor for my little human?
I storm toward the door, intending to fling it open and demand assistance, but I realize that both me and Darla are naked, although Darla’s bikini top is tangled around her torso. “All she wanted to do was cuddle,” I rasp brokenly, wanting to go back in time.
Kiss her tenderly.
Be gentler with her body. She’s half my size, for the love of the Pacific!
Instead, I lost myself in the most intense pleasure imaginable. Forgot how to think or behave or breathe. All I could do was fuck that impossibly tight, warm hole. How will I ever remain sane when she wiggles her butt at me? My fucking brain turned off and my cock took over. Did I imagine her encouraging me? Did I imagine her shaking with orgasms?
“Do humans lose consciousness after mating?” I shout at the door.
Two beats of silence pass. “Um. What?”
“My human won’t wake up! How do I wake her up?”
“This is above my paygrade.”
I roar my frustration and begin pacing again, looking for a sheet to drape over Darla, so I can go find a doctor, but to my astonishment, she starts to move in my arms, yawning and blinking drowsily. “Hi,” she whispers, her head lolling against my bicep.
“You have nearly killed me!” I sink down to the rug on my knees, rocking her back and forth, relief turning on in my chest like a faucet, flooding all my ice-cold corners. “I thought you weredead, Darla. Do you need a doctor?”
She seems to finally grasp my distress. “What? No!” She shifts in my arms, blushing at whatever reminders of our lovemaking she’s experiencing. “I-I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?”
