Page 44 of Bruised

Now, that might be harder. “I’ll try.”

Mason reaches for the lube and pumps some into his hand, and when his finger probes my entrance, I push down on it, inviting it inside.

Mason chuckles. “Someone’s eager.”

I am. He can’t blame me; he’s been teasing me with that monster cock of his for a whole week. I thrust back, wanting the finger deeper, wanting him to just fucking take me, but he’s always so slow. So careful. So patient and controlled.

“You’ll take one more finger,” he says. “Then you know what’s going to happen.”

I nod desperately, knowing exactly what he means and wanting it so much I can barely breathe.

I don’t know how it came to this. How I went from just wanting to get off to wanting his cock inside me so badly I could choke. Mason slithers into my mind, whispers sweet filth in my ear, makes me cross every boundary. He knows what I need before I even know it myself. And he makes me love it.

“Please,” I whisper as he slides another finger inside me. “Please.”

“Mm, I love to hear you beg, puppy. Tell me how much you want this.”

“Please… Please give it to me.”

“Give you what?”

“Your…” I gulp, and the next word comes out as barely a whisper. “Your cock.”

“Yeah? Is this what you want?” He withdraws his fingers and grabs his dick, guiding it to my hole. Unthinking, I bear down on it, but Mason chuckles and pulls away. “So eager, you’ll even take it raw, hmm?”

Oh, right. Condoms.

I hear him open a drawer and fish out a packet. I try my best to steady myself, to get ready, while Mason slides a condom over his length and nudges the head against my entrance once more.

“Legs spread, puppy.” He leans in and grabs my hair, massaging my scalp, as if this is a gift he’s about to give me for being so good. He grabs my choker next, tugging at it, ever playful. “Time for the real thing. Are you ready?”

I’m so tense with anticipation that my whole body is shuddering, and I can barely speak. “Nnngh, yes. Ready. Please.”

The first push makes me gasp, and my body protests the intrusion when he slides inside. The burn is intense, and I fist the sheets, eyes filling with tears. Why? I want it so much, yet the pain is still there…

Mason keeps still, letting me adjust, going slow, until just like that, my body relaxes and gets used to the stretch. I give a long, shaky moan as he pushes further, fingers tugging at my choker, forcing my head back.

“I know you’ve been wanting this,” he rasps. “How does it feel to finally have it? Go on, you can tell me.”

I open my mouth, but no words come out at first, just a quiet sob as I whimper my pleasure. “Good,” I manage finally. “Feels good.”

“Feels good being stretched, hmm? Want me to start moving?”

I nod. “Yeah. Yes.”

His cock feels massive inside, like it’s reaching all the way into my guts, yet my body accepts it. It knows how much I’ve been craving it. I rock mindlessly back and forth in time to his thrusts, feeling impaled, helpless, and taken care of at the same time.

When he snaps his hips in a hard thrust, I give a little yelp, too loud, too alarming.

“Shh,” he whispers. “We don’t want anyone to hear, right? Bite a pillow if you have to.”

I grab a pillow and bite into it as Mason starts fucking me properly, rocking me back and forth, my whines and moans muffled as I arch my back further, sinking deeper onto his cock with every stroke.

“Mmm, that feels good, right, puppy? Finally getting filled?”

Yeah. Finally. I get bolder, rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts, and he gasps behind me, his movements staggering.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “On your back, puppy. I want to see that pretty face.”