His words made me self-conscious and my fingers wanted to curl into fists. Instead I reached down and held his cock steady. I couldn’t take much more of this. It had to end. Too many good yet somehow overwhelming sensations clawed through my body. His cock was so close to my asshole, and as soon as he seemed to realize what I was up to, he rocked his hips forward. I grunted in irritation as his fat cockhead collided with my hole, then slid off to poke at my asscheek.
“Darcy, I’m going to do something. If you can’t stand it, let me know.”
“What are you—” I stopped breathing as he let go of my left leg and worked his fingers back into my hole, this time four, not three. I wrapped my leg around his upper body and clung like an awkward squid. He opened his fingers slowly by unfurling them like a fucking flower. I tried to wriggle away, but he didn’t let me, though he did stop his fingers where they were. He didn’t close them or pull them out, though, simply left them there. My hole spasmed, but my cock twitched with another surge of electrified lust. The pain was oddly exciting and awful at the same time.
“What are you doing?” I ground out between my teeth.
“Making room,” he said offhandedly. I slammed my head against the pillow, and he dragged me back close to his body when I tried to inch away.
“It fucking hurts.”
He let my right leg go and slapped my hip. I hissed, but rather than do anything that made sense, I ended up wrapping that leg around his body as well. “Does it hurt or is it uncomfortable?”
“What’s the difference?”
“A lot.”
I closed my eyes. Focused. “Uncomfortable, I guess.”
“Then be good and stay still.”
I glared at him, which did absolutely nothing since he couldn’t see it. “If you want to torture me, fuck me so it’s over sooner.”
His face was like the sun going behind a cloud: one second he was excited, the next his mouth was firmly twisted down into a frown. “You asked for it.”
He pulled his fingers free, and it did hurt a little because there was no gentleness this time. I huffed out my irritation, but then his cockhead was right there again, and he was holding himself in place. With a relentless surge from his hips, he pushed forward, and I gasped. I tried to struggle away because it didn’t seem like it would happen. He was just too big. I shoved at his chest, and he caught my wrists in his hands. Somehow he managed to flip me over onto my belly so fast my head rushed with the movement.
He jerked my hips up, and when I tried to roll out of his grasp, he anchored a hand on the back of my neck.
“Stop.”
My heavy breathing filled the room as he pressed forward again and his blunt cockhead battered at my hole. I shook my head. Somehow the pillows had gotten shoved aside and my cheek was pressed into the bedding below me.
“It’s not going to fucking—” White-hot sensation streaked through my lower body, and I clawed at the blankets under me, arching into the sensation because I wasn’t quite sure it wasbad. It was, however, mind-blowing. He’d forced his way into my ass, and my muscles were protesting the same way they had with his fingers, only his cock was solid and took up more room. I shook my head and tried to pull away, but he anchored his hands onto my hips. The bite of pain made me struggle harder.
“Stop fighting and work with me,” he said. “Loosen up for me, beautiful.”
My face heated and tears slid out of the corners of my eyes. “Stop saying that idiotic stuff.”
“No,” he said with a laugh and slid in farther.
“Stop, stop, fuck,” I gasped out and shook my head.
The pain sliced through my insides and somehow throbbed on the tip of my cock like fireworks that were trapped under the skin. My belly quivered. He listened to me, though, and I was grateful. There were so many sensations flying around in my body that I could barely stand it. My diamond-hard cock leaked warm drops that slid off my skin and fell to the bed underneath me. He pushed another half inch forward, and the bump of him over my prostate flashed a zing of pleasure through the root of my shaft and out to throb on my cockhead. For a second, a sensation like coming slammed me, but I didn’t empty my balls, and it stopped when he eased in farther. I whimpered and circled my hips, and he growled.
“Oh, babe, don’t tense up.”
“Not doing any-fucking-thing on purpose, I promise you.”
He slapped my ass and the blow stung.
“No one has ever had the balls to lay a hand on me,” I hissed out over my shoulder.
“And boy does it show,” he said, amusement clear on his face. I tried to scrabble forward becausefuck him, but he simply slid his hands along my back and up to my shoulders where he used his weight to hold me in place. His knees slid behind my legs and kept my ass locked in the air. I growled out my frustration as it slowly sank in I was stuck this way.
“Trapped, huh? Such a tricky position you’re in.”
Straining got me nowhere, except with his cock farther in my ass. I cried out and struggled, and he kept sinking into me. “You can’t even see, how are you doing this? Fuck.” I tried to shove him off, and he only chuckled out a low, threatening sound.
