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“You will,” he reassures me, placing his right foot against the bed and keeps holding on to my ankle. “Put those pillows under your back.”

If I comply, that’s it, I’m done. I’ll fall down the rabbit hole and disappear into darkness. I eye him and there’s a challenge in his gaze. Maybe a part of me wants to disappear. I reach back and stuff the pillows under my back.

He licks his lips, his eyes flashing to my ass, spread wide open for his hungry gaze.

“So beautiful,” he remarks as cold air drifts over my asshole. My cheeks heat again; he can see everything from this angle.

Swallowing hard, I pick up the silicone dick, his dick. He lets out a deep breath, slowly running a hand over his stomach to stop shy of the waistband of his boxers. I can see his hard cock clearly outlined against the fabric. The only sound is the soft rain pelting the floor-to-ceiling windows and the beating of my heart, or is it his? Fuck, I don’t know.

I let out a strained groan as he pushes his boxers down, gasping. When I eye the head, I moisten my lips listening to his voice deepen as he whispers my name.

“I don’t know,” I begin, but he snatches the silicone dick from me, wiping the lube from it instead. He spits on it before handing it back at me. I watch the thick line of saliva drip down the vein lined shaft.

“No more lube?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He shakes his head. “You deserve to hurt.”

“Why? You like to watch me cry in front of you?” I taunt.

“Yes, because you know how long I’ve waited for you. How long I held off.”

My heart flutters, has he liked me for a long time? “To do what?”

He shakes his head, his eyes dead, motioning with his chin to my ass. “Push it in and let me watch.”

Shaking my head, he swears, leaning forward and pushing my ass cheeks apart.

I let out a cry as he spits on my asshole while his eyes roll up at me; I feel it dripping down my crack. His head disappears between my legs, and he starts to lick me from top to bottom, his eyes never leaving mine. It’s so dirty having his head between my spread legs, and those empty eyes looking up at me with a challenge in them. Without thinking, I rest my left hand on the top of his head, listening to him purr. He sticks his tongue inside my asshole and my legs fall open while his fingers dig in my knees. I cry out his name as he circles my tight rim, getting me so wet back there.

“Moon,” I moan. My body is trembling, watching him lean back to spit on my asshole again. Without saying a word, he grabs my hand that’s still clutching his silicone dick and guides it against my hole.

“That’s it, bǎobèi,” he groans, holding my shaking legs open while I slowly push it in. I gasp and want to scoot back against the sheets, but his grip on my ankles intensifies.

“It’s so full,” I cry out in pain as I push it past the first muscles. I pant as my head falls back; it feels like I’m tearing. “Moon, it’s too big!” I yell as tears fill my eyes; lifting my butt, I wail when the angle makes it push in more.

“Fuck,” he grits out, “look at that.” His hands open my knees wider. Running his thumb along my ass I watch him push his bloody finger in his mouth.

“Arhhh, I told you I would tear,” I moan, my hard dick slapping my stomach spreading pre-cum. I close my eyes and feel him covering my shaking hand with his, pushing the thing in further. My eyes fly open, watching as he slowly guides the dick deeper inside. It hurts and burns so good. I’m so scared; I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life.

My head lulls from left to right and I bite down hard on my lip until I can taste the blood. Tears pool in my eyes, and the bastard smiles when a single tear falls down my face.

“Keep going,” he orders, his eyes wild and unfocused like he’s possessed, still holding my legs open with his left knee resting on the sheets while I cry.

“Moon, it hurts. Fuck, arhh.” I let my head fall back, trying to breathe through the pain.

“I know you can take it. Keep going, there’s only a little blood,” he murmurs, his voice cracking, as he keeps leading my hand to guide the monster deep inside. He’s only halfway in, and I have trouble breathing. My chest is heaving, and my skin is coated in sweat. I feel lines of it running down my temple.

“Keep breathing Eliot,” he orders, pinching my knees. I do as he tells me and fill my lungs with much-needed air.

I groan, pushing in deeper, so slow not to pass out from the pain. I feel like I’m ready to explode. “It’s so full, ohh fuck,” I sigh wanting it to go deeper to reach that magic spot his fingers found before. Wanting to feel every inch of him inside instead. My own cock is throbbing, and I whine when he rubs his thumb over my slit, spreading the pre-cum over his fingers. I watch him as I pant. The fucker smirks, sticking his fingers, wet from my seed, inside his mouth on a deep moan. He rests his right foot against the edge of the bed like a threat. Somehow, he’s lost his shirt, and now I notice his chest is slick with sweat, too.

Locking eyes with him, I push in all the way and growl out on a wail when it bottoms out, hitting that spot.

“That’s it,” he says in awe, his eyes fully focused on my pulsing asshole, swallowing his silicone dick. “Now,” he commands, “start to move it in and out, we need to get you ready.”

I shake my head as fear takes hold of me and tears stream down my face.

“Now baby, you can do it, stretch your ass for me.”