“Yes.”
“Say it for me.” She stubbornly shakes her head. “You’d rather I put you in a coma than abdicate?” This time, she nods, and I laugh.
I pull the plug out and grab the lube to squirt some right there.
“You’re atyrant,” she whimpers, thinking she knows where this is going.
“I have to make you pay somehow for what you did earlier.”
“What I did?!”
“You had the audacity to fake an orgasm.”
She presses her face into the sheets. “I thought it would work.”
“That’s the worst part, really.”
“It always worked with others.” That earns her a harsh spank, and she jolts with a small cry.
“And this is why I’m making certain you will never,ever, make that mistake again, you insolent woman. I’m not one of your clueless exes.”
I grab the pink sex toy I discarded earlier and, before she can see it coming, bring it to the lubricated hole.
When I push it in, just an inch, she gasps. “Lex! Whatare—Aah!”
I press another inch in, gritting my teeth as she lets out a throaty plaint. This makes her so fucking tight. Fuck… I won’t take much longer to come—and hard.
I go slowly, making sure the toy is well secured in my hand. It doesn’t have a protective design, so I can’t risk letting it go all the way. I test the waters, seeing what she likes best. I thrust the device along with my cock, then switch it up, vary the pace, the intensity… When I find something that has her mewling my name while her fingers clutch the headboard, I keep that up.
“Aah, fuck! Yes…” she cries out, her body jolting uncontrollably as her orgasm approaches.
“You like that?” I taunt, barely containing myself.
“Yes! Oh God… Please don’t stop!”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. We’ve reached the point of no return, the end of those two hours of intense sex. I give her everything I can, using my free hand to stimulate her engorged clit. The sounds she makes are more animal than human, much like mine.
She’s taking me and the toy so well, so hungry for it, so fucking good at it… It tempts me to bring this even further, to push her to those limits I still haven’t found. With a press of my thumb, I turn the toy on. She cries out, trembling all over, and I realize my mistake. Fuck, this feels amazing. Between the vibration and her tightness, I can’t hold anything back.
Thankfully, she comes with a savage cry at the same time I do, pulsing around me as her entire frame shakes from it. Despite the insane climax that nearly blinds me, I keep pumping both my cock and the toy into her, even if it gets a little hectic, and my fingers strum at her clit, inflicting as much pleasure as possible.
I’m so focused, so enraptured, that I don’t hear the word she utters between two hiccups of pleasure. “What?” I groan, my jaw clenched tightly.
“Pigasus!” she cries out.
Fuck.
Although I react immediately, it’s already too late. She goes slack under me before I’ve had time to pull my cock and the toy out.
“Fuck! No, no, no,” I mutter as I work on undoing the knot keeping her hands together. “Not again…”
As fast as I can, I release her and flip her inert body around, holding her in my arms. “Andrea, my love, wake up,” I beg, shaking her slightly.
Like last time, she seems completely gone, eyes half closed, jaw slack, limbs loose… Forcing myself not to panic like then, I check her pulse before arranging her in a position that should be comfortable.
If she is indeed anemic, we’ll have to handle that. I’m not going through this every time I make her come a little too hard.
She’s gone longer this time, which makes sense since she came harder. I hold her the entire time, waiting for a reaction, anything that tells me she’s coming back to her senses. It starts with the fluttering of her eyelashes, then she tries to straighten up.
