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My mouth dropped open in surprise at his abruptness.

It didn’t hurt, per se, but it definitely took some getting used to.

It was then I realized somewhere in between my contemplation he’d found some lube.

Where, I didn’t know, but I was quite thankful for it, too.

Especially when one finger turned into two, and then two became three.

Soon I was pushing back on three fingers, and moaning so loud that I probably sounded like I was dying from an outsider’s prospective.

Added on top that, his cock continued to thrust inside of me. I was turning into a needy mess.

“Please,” I whispered, pleading for something—anything—with my eyes.

He grinned then and pulled out of my pussy, and I watched in awe as he tipped up the lube bottle that he’d magically produced and poured a generous amount onto the palm of his hand.

I blinked.

“Don’t get that all over my body,” I whispered gutturally. “I’ve already taken my shower.”

He grinned.

“Oh, honey, when I’m done with you, you’re going to need another shower.”

Then he was there, his cock at my back entrance, and pushing inside.

It didn’t go at first, and my eyes started to water.

“Oh, God,” I whispered, unable to control what was coming out of my mouth.

His teeth gritted.

“Relax,” he whispered gruffly. “Push out.”

I did, and then I swear I saw stars, and not in a good way.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, my knees going out from under me until I was flat on my belly in the bed.

My asshole felt like it was on fire as he followed me down.

Once he got the head of his cock inside, the rest followed easily, and I was left panting when his hips met the cheeks of my ass.

“I’m dying,” I moaned as the burn continued.

His hand snaked around between my hips and the bed, easily finding my clit with his still lubed fingers.

And then he did some more magic, making me relax in small increments while he stayed as still as he could.

It took a few long minutes of me panting, as well as him circling my clit, before I finally relaxed enough to start feeling something other than pain.

“I think,” I panted, turning my head back to the side. “That all of our play could’ve never prepared me for you.”

He grinned and leaned forward, placing a kiss to my neck.

The move pushed his cock further into me, and this time, instead of pain, I felt pleasure.

It was an odd pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless.