“Fuck yessssss,” I hiss, unable to stop myself from rocking on his face.
Darcy takes the compliment with a deep chuckle that seriously needs to be used as research for prostate massagers. Lost in the bliss of his mouth, it takes a moment to feel the stretch when he pushes a finger into me. “Mercy, yer delicious, Peach. You gon’ let me in this sweet ass like the pretty lil bottom bitch you are?”
A shiver runs up my spine with Darcy’s words as he massages my cheek with one hand and slowly stretches me with another finger. “Yes. Fuck. Put another one in,” I urge, pushing back. It doesn’t hurt at all, and I swear it’s because of the magical venom in his bite.
“Gon’ work this bountiful ass good. Make sure yer plenty loose when I slide in. Gotta take good care of my toys, don’t I?”
“Why does that ridiculous accent work for me? Fuck.”
Darcy laughs low and deep. “You know they learned it from me,” he rumbles as he slides another finger in next to the first two.
“Of course they did.” My words huff out of me as he stretches my hole, pushing those three fingers as deep as he can, pulling them back out, and repeating. Usually the stretch burns, but his venom’s got me feeling like I’ve been dosed with a combination of pure arousal and breed-me chemicals. If I could self lubricate, I’d be soaking wet and dripping. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Darcy, get in me. I’m ready.”
I’m feeling so fucking good, ready for his cock, but this miracle of a man doesn’t stick his dick in me. Instead the fucker bites me again, sinking teeth into the other side of my ass and injecting more of that sex venom.
It’s so fucking hot. On the wave of another rush of fuck-me magic, my body and mind fully give in to whatever he wants. “Don’t get your underoos in a twist, Peach. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready to.”
“Please stretch me faster,” I beg, pushing, pushing, needing.
More. Fuck, I need more.
Darcy’s rumbling laughter accompanies the loss of his fingers. I whimper, hoping that means he’s ready. The snick of the lube gets me excited, but then he’s back at my hole with his fingers. Not one handed, like before. He uses both hands, pushes his fingers into me, and pulls my hole apart, gaping it with both finesse and brute strength. It should hurt, but it doesn’t. It feels like yes-finally-now-I’m-ready. “Looking mighty fine, Peach.” He accompanies his words with the caress of his tongue around my rim again.
His tongue disappears for a second, then his fingers follow. I nearly cry out in disappointment before what feels like his entire fist pushes past my outer ring.
“Fuck!” I shout, surprised as he takes me straight to the stratosphere with what feels like a punch to my prostate.
Darcy licks my rim again. I look back, twisting to see him lick me where his forearm has me stretched open, gaping wide. The visual takes me to paradise. I’m so fucking into this. I’m a quivering ball of lust and need, full up and ready, oh so ready for the push and pull of what is promising to be a wild ride. I watch him lick my stretched out hole, twisting his arm with shallow thrusts. He plays inside me, but barely touches my prostate, relying on his own magic to keep me pulsing and wanton.
It’s the best stretching I’ve ever had, and by the time he gets enough of tonguing me, I’m desperate for his flagpole cock. He gently pulls his arm out of me, slicks himself up, and moments later the blunt head of his utterly enormous cock presses into my passage with a smooth slide, eased by lube and his wet and thorough prep work.
My chin hits my chest as he slides in. “Oh fuuuuuck.” The groan that comes out of me is pornographic to my own ears, and it must do something for Darcy because the man punches his hips forward, shocking me with the sudden, welcome stuffing I have been looking forward to all day.
I gasp in awe when his hips meet my ass cheeks. “I didn’t think you’d get it all in,” I rasp, pleased with my body for accommodating the baseball bat he was born with.
The fisting probably helped.
“Well fuck, Peach. This ass of yers was made fer me,” he declares, grinding his hips to emphasize his point.
It feels like his dick is in my stomach, but he’s not hurting me one bit.
He pulls back, and the slide sends lightning pleasure shooting through me. My balls tighten as if they’re ready to shoot, then he slams into me, and I lose it. My body breaks out in shivers as he rails me just like I knew he would, and a deep pleasure builds inside me, radiating outward from the connection of our bodies to every nerve ending in every extremity. I’m a live wire of pure arousal, pulsing in time with the piston of his hips.
He reaches around me, grabbing my dick, reminding me of its existence. I don’t know how I forgot about it, but as soon as his hand touches it, strokes it, reminds me of where my orgasm happens, I shoot off, crying out like I’ve never had an orgasm in my life. “Oh fuck! Fuck! Don’t stop! Fuck me!”
“Good toy,” he rumbles, wrapping an arm around me and pulling my hips as tight to his body as he can, finishing me with the pounding I need to take me out of this life.
My orgasm feels like it lasts forever, like I’ve been taken to heaven and I’ll never be the same again. It’s light and pleasure, an eternity of ecstasy, and then it gets better.
His cock feels like it swells inside me and his voice shakes the room as his hips stutter, and he pulses inside me, shooting jet after hot jet of spunk that fills me with bubbles. I don’t know how, but it feels like I break into a thousand balls of floating light as he fills me up. Like I’m a glowing mist or a rainbow prism.
I’m fucked out and cum drunk by the time the magic pulls me back together, lying on the couch with Darcy panting heavily atop me, holding me like he never wants to let go.
His weight grounds me as I recover from the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m going to have to convince him for a repeat after dinner. There is no way once is enough, especially with his magic missile.
“Good job,” I tell him, rubbing his back in appreciation. “You’re going to do that again later.”
If I make it a statement, he probably won’t argue much.
