I grip her head with both hands and fuck her mouth, my thrusts relentless and deep. She gags, choking on my cock. But she doesn't pull away. She doesn't fight or resist.
She holds my gaze, tears streaming from her eyes as I use her.
I don't let myself feel sorry.
I don't let myself feel anything.
I just force myself down her throat, fucking it until the feel of her choking on me is all I remember.
I come in her mouth, holding her there until I'm empty. Then I pull out, letting the last drops smear her lips. "Swallow," I order.
She does, licking her lips and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She doesn't look away, even as her cheeks flush.
I lean down, grabbing her jaw. "Go to your bedroom and bring me the toys you use to pretend you don't need anyone."
She stands, her legs shaky, and walks down the hall. I watch her go, knowing she's going to do exactly what I told her.
I down the rest of my coffee and wait.
She returns with a slim pink vibrator in one hand and a purple monster of a vibrator in the other, holding them like they're grenades that might go off at any second.
I take them from her and march her to the living room, shoving her face-down over the back of the couch.
I yank her hoodie up and then rip her boyshorts down, exposing her, and flick the pink vibrator on. She whimpers, her whole body arching when I press it to her clit. She's soaked already, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for attention.
I drive the toy against her until she's shaking, her ass grinding back against my hand.
Then I pull it away.
She cries out, half in protest, half in agony.
I press the tip against her asshole, using her own arousal as lube. She tries to clench, to resist, but I hold her open with one hand and slowly press the tip of the toy past the tight ring of muscle.
She moans, tensing when it slips in.
"Relax," I order, holding her down with one hand. "This is what I've been training this little hole for, Brielle."
She chokes on a whimper, practically melting beneath me as I force the toy deeper. Christ, she loves this shit.
I pump the vibrator in and out, her body trembling with every thrust. Her arousal drips down her thighs, the smell of her making me even harder.
I yank the toy out and toss it aside, then press my fingers to her ass, stretching her open. I watch her face in the reflection of the TV screen, the way her mouth hangs open, the way her eyes squeeze shut when I go deeper.
"Christ, you should see how fucking greedy you are for me to fuck this hole," I growl. "You're so fucking wet for it, you're making a mess, Brielle."
She sobs in response, pushing back against me.
I slip my fingers out, lining my cock up. She doesn't even tense this time. She's too fucking greedy for it.
I push slow at first, and then all at once, making her take every brutal inch.
"Fuck," she gasps, her nails clawing at the leather beneath her.
I reach for the other, bigger toy, flicking the setting to max, and slip it into her cunt. The vibration is so brutal it's audible as I fuck her with it, using my whole fist to drive it deeper, feeling the tremor all the way through to her cervix.
She's babbling incoherently now, her face mashed against the couch.
Her legs kick as she convulses, so I catch them between my knees, pinning her in place as I fuck her with the toy, my cock buried to the hilt in her ass. The sensation is obscene—her pussy spasming around the toy, her ass convulsing around my cock, the whole length of me vibrating from the toy.
