“Strange.” She laughs breathlessly. “Full. Like—” She breaks off when I add more lubricant and work deeper. “Oh god.”
“Good strange, or bad strange?”
“I don’t know yet.” Her hands fist in the sheets. “Keep going.”
I work her open slowly, adding more lubricant, stretching her gently until she’s relaxed enough to take a second finger. Her moans have changed—less uncertain, more desperate—and when I scissor my fingers apart, she actually whimpers.
“Bozhe moy—”
“You’re doing so well.” I kiss her inner thigh, the soft skin trembling under my lips. “Such a good girl. Taking everything I give you.”
The praise makes her soften around my fingers, her body finally accepting the intrusion, and I know she’s ready for the plug.
“This is going to stretch you,” I warn her. “The widest part will burn. But then it’ll settle. Ready?”
She nods.
I push the plug inside her slowly.
“Blyad’—” The word comes out strangled. “That’s—fuck—”
“How does it feel?”
“Full.” Her laugh is shaky. “Really, really full. Like there’s no room for anything else.”
“There’s room.” I slide two fingers inside her pussy and feel the plug through the thin wall of tissue, and the noise she makes is obscene—half moan, half sob. “Feel that? Feel me everywhere?”
“Yes—god—I can feel everything—”
“Good.” I withdraw my fingers and stand to strip off my clothes. Her eyes track down my chest, my stomach, the hard length of my cock standing out from my body, and she swallows hard.
“You’re—” She stops.
“I’m what?”
“Big.” Her voice is small. “And I’m already so full.”
“You’ll take it.” I stroke myself once, twice, spreading the precum that’s been leaking since I first tasted her.
I position myself at her entrance, and the head of my cock nudges through her folds, and I can feel the plug through the thin wall between us, the hard steel pressing against my shaft.
“Ready?”
“Yes.” Her hands find my shoulders, nails digging in. “Please, Roman. I need you inside me.”
I push in.
The stretch is devastating, a beautiful, brutal invasion that wrings a sob from her throat and a growl from mine. I am buried so deep in her I can’t tell where my body ends, and her surrender begins. The pressure is exquisite torture, the steel plug and my flesh warring for space inside her, claiming every inch of her hollows until she is completely, irrevocably filled with me. She’s shaking underneath me, little tremors running through her whole body, and the noise she makes when I bottom out is driving me crazy.
“Chyort—” I have to stop moving, have to breathe through the urge to pound into her until we’re both screaming. “You feel—blyad’, Anya—so fucking tight—”
“Move.” Her nails rake down my back, drawing blood. “Please, Roman, I need you to move—”
I start slow because I have to, because if I don’t, I’ll come in thirty seconds like a fucking teenager. But she’s making sounds I’ve never heard, and they destroy what’s left of my control.
“Feel that?” I grind against her, as deep as I can go, and press the base of the plug with my thumb. “Feel me everywhere? Both holes are full. All of it mine.”
“Yes—” Her voice breaks. “God, yes—all yours—”
