Pressing close to the dildo’s head, he felt the dull tip press gently into his entrance.
Like Adria had promised it was well lubed, but the size of it echoed in his mind.
Adria wanted him to press it into himself with one thrust.
Seth took in a deep breath, steeling himself.
Adria’s fingers pulled at his chin to look at her.
“Breathe, Seth,” she said.
And he did.
He felt the tension in his chest ease and air began to flow in and out, rhythmically.
“On the count of three, okay?” she said.
He nodded dumbly in her hand.
“One.”
“Two.”
On the word three, Seth exhaled and pressed back. The appendage stretched his hole and fire sparked in his ass. With one solid push, the entire object pressed inside him and his body fought to try to accommodate its size.
He fucked himself against the shower wall and the pain rippling through him quickly changed to pleasure. He could feel the arousal building, and his cock throbbed.
When he was sure he was about to come, he froze.
His entire body screamed to move. The lack of orgasm rocketed through him in a confusing sensation.
“Good boy,” she said, and he was afraid he would come from her words alone.
She let his breathing return to normal before she said.
“Again.”
Seth’s body fought against it, having trouble accepting the mix of sensations.
Moving against the object, Seth’s breath started choking out of him, and tears formed in his eyes.
He hated crying during scenes. But for some reason his body did it when it reached a certain point.
Pain and pleasure mingled together and a sheen of sweat broke out across his entire body.
Fuck, he was so close.
It took every ounce of his control to stop.
It.
Took.
Every.
Single.
Thing.
