“More. Give me more.”
I meant the toy. But instead, he eases a finger in around it. Tight turns tighter, and a sweet burn welcomes them in, as my body makes room for both.
“More?” he growls. So dirty, so hopeful.
“Yes.” It’s the only possible answer. This feels twisted, but also good. So good.
His finger slips further, moving in tandem with the vibrator. Thrusting. Widening. Defying physics.
Jesus. Is this what it’ll feel like when he fucks me?
“Can you take one more?”
Oh God, it will feel like more. I need an ambulance on standby.
“You’re taking us so well, baby. Such afucking good girl.”
He was aiming for the ‘good girl’, but it’s that ‘us’ that’s pushing me closer to the brink. That blows away any trace of self-preservation I have left. I’m done for.
I fuck them back, his finger and my vibrator, until it all feels as one, until I’m dripping and shivering. It’s all blur, all pleasure, all need.
“More, please. I need one more.”
The second finger takes more work. My body fights it at first, but Preston turns on the bunny ears. That flicker against my clit is pure sabotage. I gasp, welcoming the newstretch with a cry. It’s beyond what I thought was my limit. And I’m loving it.
He’s slow. Intentional. But once he’s all the way in, both fingers pumping beside the toy, his calm flies out the window. His thrusts go wilder, his mouth spewing filth with the urgency of a man who’s lost control.
“Look at this perfect cunt,” he pants, watching me unravel. “Wide open. Desperate for more. For me. Ready to take my cock.”
“Yes. God, yes. I want it. I need you. Please.”
I reach for his shoulders, yanking him closer so he sees how serious I am.
“Don’t make me wait anymore. I want you so deep I don’t know who I was before this.”
He pulls his fingers out carefully, then tosses the toy aside. Preston braces himself over me and crashes into a kiss that’s pure fire. His cock—his fucking monster—presses through my entrance, slick and heavy, then rubs against my clit like a threat.
I open my legs as wide as they’ll go. “If you tear me in two mid-thrust, put that on my tombstone. That’s a fucking honorable death.”
He grins down at me, cocky and a little unhinged, cheeks flushed and jaw ticking.
“You say shit like that, baby,” he drawls, pressing the blunt head of his cock against my slit, “and you think I’ll go easy?”
Then he pushes in. Slow, splitting me inch by inch. My breath shatters. My back arches. He’s rewriting the limits of my body.
“You feel that?” His voice is a jagged rasp. “That’s just the tip, and you’re already squeezing the life out of me.”
His eyes drop to where we’re joined, mesmerized. He watches my cunt stretch, jaw tightened, restraint fraying at the seams. “You ready for me to ruin that tight little pussy, Trouble?”
“Yes,” I breathe, thighs trembling, hands clawing at his arms. “Wreck me.”
He pushes forward, only a bit, and my whole body flinches. “Jesus,” he hisses through his teeth. Every vein in his forearms stands out, his control stretched thin.Good. I’m doing things to him too.
“Fuck, Mia. You’re going to kill me. This cunt was made for me. I fucking knew it.”
I whimper. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss I’m not sure I’ll survive, just as he pushes in a fraction deeper.
Pres doesn’t stop kissing me, nor giving me more of him. He pulls out and pushes back in easier each time, his cock coated in me. “Are you okay?” he checks in. His care makes me hotter, and my hips turn reckless, meeting his thrusts harder.
