His brows lift, but he doesn’t laugh. He reaches over, pulling open the nightstand, and takes out the thick, veined dildo—my favorite. The silicone is cool in his hand as he turns it over, his thumb tracing the ridged head.
“You want thisandme?” His voice is low, dangerous.
I nod, my hole already aching at the thought.
“Please, Daddy. I want you to fuck me with both.”
A groan rumbles out of him, his cock jerking in his grip.
“Greedy little slut.”
But he’s already reaching for more lube, his movements sharp with need. He slickens the toy first, then his cock, his eyes never leaving mine.
“On your hands and knees. Now.”
I obey, my pulse roaring in my ears as I present myself to him, my ass in the air, my hole already wet from his mouth. His fingers press in first, two, then three, stretching me open, his other hand working the toy against my entrance.
“Breathe, Angel,” he murmurs, but his voice is strained.
He’s just as desperate as I am.
The first press of the dildo is intense—thick, unyielding, filling me in a way that makes my vision blur. But then Pierce’s cock is there too, the head nudging against my stretched hole, and I sob as he pushes in.
“Oh, fuck—” The burn is white-hot, my body struggling to take them both, but he doesn’t stop.
He sinks in, inch by inch, his cock sliding alongside the toy, the stretch obscene. My arms shake, my face pressed into the sheets, my hole throbbing around the double invasion.
“That’s it,” Pierce grunts, his hands gripping my hips so hard I’ll bruise.
“Take it all, Angel. Take both cocks like a good boy.”
I can’t even answer. I’m full—so full, my ass stuffed beyond reason, my cock dripping onto the bed. He starts to move, slow at first, pulling the toy out as he thrusts his cock in, then reversing. The drag is insane, every ridge of the silicone rubbing against my prostate, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes my toes curl.
Then he snaps.
His grip tightens, and he fucks me—hard, brutal strokes, the toy and his cock pistoning in and out of me in a rhythm that has me screaming. The bed creaks, the headboard slamming against the wall, the sound lost under the wet, filthy noises of our bodies. My cock is trapped under me, leaking, my balls drawn up tight.
“Gonna break your tiny cunt,” Pierce snarls, his hips a blur.
“Gonna make you take it—”
The bed cracks.
One second, I’m braced on my hands, the next, the frame collapses under us, the mattress tilting violently. Pierce doesn’t stop. He just hauls me up, my back to his chest, his cock and the toy still buried inside me as he fucks me through the wreckage.
“Daddy’s gonna cum,” he growls, his teeth sinking into my shoulder.
“Where do you want it, Angel?”
“M-mouth,” I gasp, my hole clenching around him.
“Please, I wanna taste you—”
He pulls out with a wet sound, the toy falling to the floor as he spins me around. His cock is a dark red, veins throbbing, the head swollen. I open my mouth, and he shoves in, his hand fisted in my hair.
“Swallow all of it,” he orders, and then he’s coming, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of my throat.
I gag, but I don’t pull away. I take it, my lips sealed around him, my own cock forgotten as I drink him down, his taste bitter and perfect.
