I whimper as his fingers press against some hidden spot that sends pleasure through my nerve endings. My hips develop a rhythm of their own, rocking back against his intrusion, accepting his fingers deeper.
“Please,” I gasp, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“Listen to her beg,” Havoc announces to the room. “Never had anything in this tight little hole before tonight, and now she can’t get enough.” His fingers thrust in with the rhythm I’ve created. “You’re going to take my cock just like this, aren’t you, baby girl? Going to rock back and fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock while everyone watches.”
“Fuck, look at her take it,” someone growls from behind us.
“Never seen a virgin ass open up so pretty,” another voice adds.
The comments surround me, a chorus of appreciation that should mortify me but instead fuels my arousal. There’s something intoxicating about being the center of this dark, primal attention.
Havoc’s two fingers work steadily inside me. Just as I adjust to the fullness, I feel more pressure—a third finger pressing against my already stretched rim.
“Please,” I whimper, not sure if I’m begging him to stop or continue.
“You want more, baby girl?” Havoc’s voice is rough with lust. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
“More,” I gasp, surprising myself. “Please, more.”
His third finger pushes inside, and I cry out, my knuckles white as I grip the chair for support.
“That’s it,” Havoc praises as club members groan around us. “Taking it so good for me.”
“Goddamn, she’s greedy for it,” someone comments.
“Born for this shit,” another voice adds.
Sweat beads on my forehead as I pant through the stretch, the initial discomfort gradually melting into that strange pleasure again. Havoc works his three fingers in a rhythm that has me rocking back against his hand.
“Ready for more?” he asks, his free hand smoothing over my lower back.
Before I can answer, I feel the pressure of his pinky finger joining the others. The stretch becomes almost unbearable, leaving me gasping for breath.
“Holy fuck,” someone mutters.
“Four fingers in that ass,” another adds.
Havoc pushes deeper until I feel his knuckles pressing against my entrance, my asshole stretched impossibly wide.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Four fingers to the knuckle. You’re ready for my cock now, baby girl.”
I feel empty as Havoc withdraws his fingers from my stretched hole. The air feels cool against my exposed, slick entrance. My body clenches involuntarily, already missing the fullness, already craving more.
“Look at that pretty little hole,” Havoc says, his voice thick with desire. “All stretched and ready for my cock.”
I hear the bottle cap flip open again, and the cool sensation of more lube being added onto my sensitive entrance. I flinch at the feeling, a small gasp escaping my lips.
“Stay still, baby girl,” Havoc commands, his hand pressing against my lower back.
The sounds around us fade into background noise as I focus entirely on what’s happening behind me. I can hear the slick, wet sounds of Havoc coating his cock with lube.
“Gonna feel so good inside this tight ass,” he mutters, almost to himself.
My heart hammers in my chest as I feel the head of his cock press against my asshole. Despite the thorough preparation, I tense immediately, painfully aware of how much bigger his cock is than his fingers. The pressure increases as he positions himself, the thick head pushing insistently against the tight ring of muscle.
“Relax for me,” Havoc encourages, his hands gripping my hips firmly. “Breathe, baby.”
I try to focus on my breathing, forcing my muscles to relax despite the intimidating pressure. His cock feels massive against my tight entrance—hot, hard, and impossibly large. I grip the chair tighter, attempting to stay in position.
