He was saying it to be a dick, but the thing was shedidtrust Toby. Maybe not with her thoughts, but with her body. This version of him might fuck like a demon and dirty talk like a pornstar, but he was still someone she knew.
“Come on,” she said, shaking her ass. “Give it to me.”
“Right. Safeword?”
“Milk toast,” she repeated dutifully. She’d chosen it to fuck with him, back when she’d significantly underestimated his ability to fuck with her right back.
“That fucking safeword,” Toby muttered. “That’s another thing you’re getting punished for; being a mouthy little whore.”
He withdrew his cock, and she held herself steady, painfully empty. The next second, Toby’s finger plunged so deep into her asshole, she whined. It felt good, but it was so fuckingintense, especially with all her sensitive tissues swollen from orgasm.
“We’re gonna play a game,” Toby hissed, pumping fast. “It’s called ‘What makes mouthy little whores come the fastest? Getting done in the pussy or taking it in the ass?’”
Tabby screamed as sensations blared through her. Toby cackled, his free hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. He held her in place as he worked two fingers in and out of her ass. Just as she was getting used to the fullness, he pulled out, shoving his cock back into her aching pussy. The switch sucked the air from her lungs. “Toby…”
“That’s it. Say my name.”
He took her fast, with what felt like all the strength in his body. She spasmed around him, already on edge, the promise of a second climax billowing like fog.
“Looks like we might have a winner,” Toby muttered. “But hang on…”
His fingers returned to her asshole, the tips penetrating slowly.
Tabby inhaled as best she could, her asshole giving way to the stretching pressure; the line between pleasure and pain paper-thin.
“Relax,” Toby commanded. “Think about me eating your cunt.”
“I… I…”
His fingers pulsed, and Tabby pictured it. Two Tobys—one inside her, one on the floor with his mouth fastened to her clit. Her oversensitive body jolted, and Toby slid deeper into her ass.
“That’s a good slut. You love getting double fucked, don’t you?”
“Yes!Yes!”
She lost track of how long he rode her. Long enough that time blurred, and drops of sweat and tears formed a puddle under her chin. She pleaded for things that didn’t make sense, begged for what she wasn’t sure of. Mercy, maybe. Or just to come again.
Toby knew whenever she was getting close, and despite the title of the game, the objective wasn’t to make her come fast—or at all. The motive seemed to be reducing her to a weepy, shaking wreck on his foyer floor.
“Let me finish,” she pleaded as he withdrew his fingers once again. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“You’ll do that anyway.” Toby leaned forward and shoved his hand in her face. “Tell you what? Suck, and I’ll think about it.”
Sobbing, Tabby opened her mouth and drew his fingers in. She tasted sweat and skin, and it wasn’t gross, but the way he laughed set her brain ablaze. Then he pulled his fingers from her mouth and plunged them back into her asshole. Tabby whimpered as his cock and fingers met inside her, stroking the wall that separated them. Sweat burst across her neck. She felt skewered, helpless and unable to move. Braced on the cold floor, she barely felt the stiffness in her knees. The pressure in her ass was taking up all her remaining attention. Toby could so easily hurt her right now, and part of her was convinced he would, whether by accident or because the game would get out of hand.
She looked over her shoulder and found him looking back, red-faced but focused.
“You good?” he asked. “Does it hurt?”
His expression shifted from mean to concerned like a desert mirage. Whiplashing her once again with how much things had changed between them. She thought back to two years ago, her and Toby doing anal in her bedroom. He’d been so gentle, even with his inexperience and giant donkey dick, and they’d gotten it done. More than got it done—got itamazing.
“It’s just super intense,” she whispered. “I’m just so full and sosensitive.”
“That checks out. Wanna stop?”
She shook her head. “Can you just… can you…?”
Toby waited, but she couldn’t get the words out. It was too embarrassing. Forget fucking him in a public bar or sucking his dick in a taxi; this was apparently where her heart drew the line. At asking Toby to tell her she was beautiful, that he wanted her, that she was the hottest woman he’d ever been with, even if it wasn’t true.
