Page 30 of My Temptation


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“Breathe for me, nice and relaxed, baby. You can take it.” He pushes a third in and I cry out at the burn. “That’s it, such a good fucking girlstretching for me. I wish you could see how beautiful you look like this.”

I hear the cap on the bottle again as he applies more lube to my hole. Out of the corner of my eye I see him apply some to his cock, he throws the bottle back on the bed and starts stroking himself with his other hand, spreading the lube along his shaft.

“Reed, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for at this point. I’m so turned on. I just know I need more, more of what he’s making me feel. “More, Reed. I need more.”

“That’s it, baby, beg me for my cock. Beg me to fuck your tight little asshole.”

“Please, Reed, please. I need it.”

“You can do better than that,” he goads.

“Please fuck my ass, Reed. I need you inside me now. Please,” I add on a whine, beyond caring how desperate I sound.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans as he pulls his fingers from me and I feel the much larger head of his cock pressing against that tight ring of muscle. “Take a nice deep breath for me and hold it. As I push inside I want you to slowly release it for me. Okay?”

I nod, desperate for him to give me something, anything to make me come.

I take in a lungful of air and feel him start to apply pressure. As I breathe out, he pushes in, forcing his cock past that ring of muscle.

Ah, fuck, that hurts.

I bite my lip to stop the cry that wants to leave my lips, but whimpers still escape.

“Breathe, baby,” he grunts, his cock still pushing inside me. “I need you to keep breathing out. Relax for me, baby girl. You can take me.”

His chest presses to my back and a hand snakes round to my front, his fingers find my clit and start rubbing. His middle finger slides down to my slit and dips inside.

“Ah, fuuuuck,” he groans, “you’re dripping, you’re so fucking wet. Christ, baby, this cunt is perfection.” He brings his finger, now covered in my wetness, up to my clit and slowly circles it. The burn of him inside me starts to fade — there’s still pressure, but it’s a good kind.

“Are you all the way?”

“No,” he puffs. “You’ve taken about half of me.”

Half?!

“Come for me as I give you the rest,” he demands, increasing the pressure of his fingers on my clit while slowly feeding me more.

My pleasure starts to increase even as the pressure of him pushing further into me does too.

“Reed, I can’t — it’s too much,” I say, trying to move further up the bed, away from him. He tightens his hold on me with the arm banded around my waist, his fingers still strumming my clit like he’s a musical prodigy.

“Yes you can. You will take all of my cock like the good little cock slut you are. Now come,” he orders, pinching my clit firmly, thrusting harder into me and biting down on my neck at the same time.

I scream as my release barrels through me, my body falling flat to the bed as my legs give out. Reed follows me down, his cock thrusting deep inside me, his hips slamming against my ass cheeks again and again.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts. “Look at you taking all of me. I knew you could.” His hips speed up, his cock nailing me to the bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” he moans.

An animalistic groan follows his final thrust as I feel his cum filling me, as I feel him throbbing his release deep within me.

He collapses on top of me and quickly rolls us to our sides, his cock still buried inside me. His chest heaves at my back, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath.

His hand gently runs up and down my arm, soothing me as his lips press to my hair. He murmurs words I can’t quite make out through the sound of our breathing and the rushing in my ears.

I don’t know how long we lay there like that, both of us coming down from our highs, trying to regulate our breathing. Eventually, his hand moves to my hip, giving it a light squeeze.

“Roll forward slightly for me, baby girl.” I do as he says, moving only a little, but it’s enough for his cock to slip out. I gasp at the sensation, every part of me feels ridiculously sensitive.

His hands hold my cheeks apart, his gaze riveted to that just fucked hole.