Her pupils dilate, the black almost swallowing the green. Mindless with lust. Drunk on me. Just how I prefer her.
Curling my fingers around the handle, I draw out the plug, then push it back inside of her, her tight hole stretching around the toy.
A sheen of sweat covers her skin, and I brush my palm down the valley of her breasts. “You’re doing so well, my baby, letting me prepare your asshole for me to fuck.”
I don’t even know if she can hear me. She writhes and thrashes in bed, appearing lost in a trance.
That quickly ends when I pull the plug out and replace it with my cock.
She gasps, her breathing picking up.
“Just like with the plug,” I rasp, inching the head inside.
“The plug is miniature in comparison,” she breathes out.
I smirk. “Stroke my ego even more. It just makes me harder, and fuck if I’ve been this hard before.”
She gulps as she watches the head of my cock breaching her hole. The sight is as erotic as it is addictive, just like the feeling of her muscles giving in, accepting me.
Fuck me. I might die by the time I am fully inside her. So damn good, I am a goner.
She bites her bottom lip hard enough to leave teeth marks, redirecting my focus.
“Don’t break the skin,” I demand, lowering myself over her and kissing her, going deeper inside of her.
Her body falls apart so beautifully for me—every tremble, every gasp and moan reverberating through me.
It takes inhuman strength to ease myself in when everything in me roars to fuck her, claim her already.
“Please, Tristan,” she whines, digging her nails into my arms, breaking the skin just like my control.
I push myself to the hilt inside her tight hole, strangling the life out of my cock. Good fucking God, the pleasure is maddening.
She cries out, tugging at the last rope of my sanity.
“Shhh, I am in. All in,” I rasp, running my mouth along her neck, kissing every exposed inch to distract her from the intrusion.
She arches up her spine and bites into my chest hard enough she might draw blood, but she just took my cock in her last virgin hole. She can bleed me dry if she wants to.
“You did so well,” I praise, caressing her hair.
She smells of flowers and sex. Fresh sunshine and sensual dusk. Like my beginning and end. Like mine.
Her face scrunches up, the discomfort clear. “I don’t know if I can take it.”
She shakes in my arms, taking her first unsteady steps into anal. My poor, fucked baby.
“You can.” I brush my knuckles along her cheek. “You will. I’m not pulling out. I fucking can’t, baby, you feel too good. I need you too much, so be my good girl and take me.”
She strangles my cock so well, my muscles coil with the need to move, rippling with the force of a volcano ready to erupt. But I would sooner kill myself than harm her.
I kiss her as I play with her clit and then move to her nipples, sucking on them. While I seduce her senses, she relaxes, getting used to the intrusion.
I graze my lips over one nub, and twisting the other, I draw out the longest moan. Pulling myself halfway out, I slam myself back inside.
A sheen of sweat breaks out on our skin, framing our bodies in a painting of raw carnality and primal claiming.
Her mouth parts in a spectacularO, and she breathes out, “How do I feel?”
