“Try to relax,” he murmurs, and pushes.
It’s not like when my pussy welcomes him. It’s so much more difficult, for him as well as me. He strains with a grunt of effort, and I cry out as the head of him forces its way inside. It feels so different, so wrong, so alien.
“You’re so tight.” His words are barely a breath.
He holds himself half in me, giving me a moment to adjust, his control absolute despite his earlier claims, then pushes again.
Unlike with the plug, there’s no tapering off. His cock is so much thicker, and it stretches me open. I muffle my cry against my arm, the pain burning, more intense than when he first penetrates my pussy, and I feel even more full. It’s a steady pressure from within, uncomfortable and awkward, and there’s still more of him to come. I feel every inch push its way into my body, and I don’t like it. But I’m not going to tell him that.
At last, he’s fully embedded, his hips pressed to my buttocks. His cock is in my ass, fully in my ass, and the thought makes me clench.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You took me in so well.”
My head is pressed to the sheet, my hands have a death-grip on the bars, and my body is covered in perspiration. I’m not sure I took itthatwell.
But he’s in. My ass is stretched uncomfortably wide, but he’s in. It hurts, but at least I’ve done what he wanted.
He doesn’t move for the longest time, letting me adjust. Our room is quiet for the first time since we came in; no sounds of spanks, or moans, or whimpers, just our breathing slowly steadying. From somewhere outside comes the sound of laughter, our wedding guests entertaining themselves. I wonder if they’re laughing at me and the noises Alex has pulled from me, and I tense.
“Relax, Tink.” His gentle murmur grounds me again. “Focus on me, on you. On us.”
He always knows exactly what to say.
I’m suddenly grateful he hasn’t asked me if I’m all right; I told him I wouldn’t lie again. I’m hoping he doesn’t now, because he has an uncanny ability to read my mind. He wants this, and I want to give it to him. My wedding present: my anal virginity.
His weight shifts, and his hand slips beneath me, fingers finding my pussy. “So deliciously wet,” he breathes.
Of course it is. I’ve just come so hard.
A fingertip strokes lightly over my clit, and I let out a soft gasp, my arousal spiking again.
Alex does it again, playing with me gently, and the oil he’s used lets his touch glide across my sensitive flesh.
And now I can’t help but focus on my pussy, not my ass. It’s like his cock and fingers are working together, the pressure within no longer uncomfortable, just…different.And not unpleasant.
Then he begins to move.
His cock slides out, pushes back in, but his fingers don’t stop playing with my clit. I’m stretched, filled, stimulated… it’s so new, so intense.
Alex is fucking my ass.
The thought makes me whimper, and I press back against him. He groans in response, thrusting harder, and the pressure of his fingers increases.
My arousal swings back in full force. I had no idea it would feel like this, that it could even be pleasurable, but the pain has gone and only the tightness, fullness, and pleasure remain.
It’s not enough. I want more.
“Harder.”
Did I really say that?
His groan is primal, possessive, and full of his own arousal. But he responds with thrusts that drive him into me, and once again I have to lock my arms and brace. He’s so much stronger than I am, taking me while I’m tied and helpless, forcing me to submit to him, and Iloveit.
“Alex…” I say through a whimper.
“Yes…?” He doesn’t stop thrusting, his response coming on a breath of exertion.
“I love you.”
