He laughed, the sound rough. “You’re going to kill me.”
“I believe you’ll die happy.”
“I believe I will.” He positioned himself at my entrance, and the vibration started low, a hum that penetrated my pelvic bones and made my clit stand at attention before he’d even pushed inside.
“Breathe,” he said.
I hadn’t realized I’d stopped. “I’ve used large vibrators before.”
He paused with the head of his cock pressed against me, and even that was a stretch. “How large?”
“Big.”
“Orc big?”
“No, more like… It’s called Plundering John.”
“Plundering John.” It wasn’t a question.
“It felt good. I wished it was bigger.”
His smile grew. “I see.”
“The point is that if John could plunder me, but I didn’t find him large enough, you’re going to feel amazing. So don’t worry that you’re going to rip me apart. I’ve taken girthy before.”
“I don’t know why, but I find that statement fucking sexy.”
“I thought you might.”
“Feel this, then.” He moved forward slowly, watching my face, reading every micro-expression.
“Alright?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“You’ll tell me if it’s not?”
“I promise. It’s better than Plundering John already.”
Joking was easier than admitting that my hands were shaking, that I’d been alone so long I’d forgotten what it felt like to be wanted like this. Plundering John never looked at me the way Tolrek was looking at me now, like I was amazing.
“One of these days, I’m going to watch you use John,” he said.
“And I findthatfucking sexy.”
“I thought you might.” He pushed in another inch, and the stretch burned. Not quite pain and not quite pleasure, just an overwhelming sensation. I forgot my own name. My thoughts scattered, going static.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He stopped immediately. “Too much?”
“Plunder me. Please!”
“Haley—”
“More. I can take it. I want to take it.”
He pushed in deeper, and the ridges along his cock dragged against my inner walls. The vibration increased, a steady pulse. My body clenched around him.
