“How was that?” I ask, pointing down to the plug still inside her.
“Oh. I almost forgot it was in there,” she says shyly. “Really good. I’ve never had anything in there before.”
“Well, I’m honored to have been granted that first.” I kiss her lips again. “Bring your knees up for me.” She does, and I spread them apart. I reach over to my nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube from the drawer and spreading a generous amount over my hardened length.
“Take a deep breath for me, Kitten.”
She inhales. I pull out the plug, and she exhales a gasp.
“Another one.”
Mya breathes in again as I place the tip of my cock at her asshole. She lets out the breath, and I push inside slowly.
Mya
“Oh, God,” I moan, feeling Worth’s thick cock penetrating my ass. It’s not painful, but it’s such a foreign feeling, I can’t help but tense up.
“Keep breathing,” Worth instructs, and I take in some air. “Good girl. I’m almost there.”
I continue to draw in breaths as he inches in slowly. If I thought I felt full before, it’s nothing compared to now. At first, I didn’t think I’d be able to handle Worth’s girth inside my pussy, let alone my asshole, but I trust him to make me feel good.
Once he’s buried to the hilt, he starts to pull in and out, careful not to go too fast.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Baby. Kitten. Pretty girl. Wife.
Words that melt me and make me giddy at the same time. I’ll never tire of hearing them from him. Worth may not be mine to keep, but I’ll soak up everything he gives.
I nod. “Yes. I’m more than okay,husband.”
His cock responds before his mouth does.
“Fuck, Mya. Say that again.”
“Husband,” I repeat, dropping my voice. He likes it; I can tell by the way his pace quickens.
He lowers his face and kisses me, sucking on my tongue and then nipping at my bottom lip.
“I can’t wait to fill this hole too. Fuck,’ he grunts, and I moan in response. “Flick your clit, Kitten. I want to see you touch yourself.”
I do as he says, ever the obedient wife. I’m no pushover usually—least of all with Worth, who gets the brunt of my bite—but here, Ilovewhen he takes control.
I feel another orgasm cresting as Worth fucks my behind and I keep up the movement up with my fingers.
A surge of pure ecstasy seizes me and my release crashes through me like a storm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant. Worth goes still on top of me, bringing his face to the crook of my neck and letting out a muffled groan.
He pulls out slowly, and I immediately feel empty, and he disappears into the ensuite, leaving me naked against the sheets. A couple of minutes later he’s back, wearing fresh briefs, a damp cloth in hand.
Worth cleans me gently, unhurried. We don’t speak, though it isn’t awkward.
Is this what it’s like to have someone care for you?
I don’t have exes worth mentioning, since I’ve never done serious or long-term, but this doesn’t feel normal. Worth Miller is a phenomenon.
A really hot, really rich phenomenon who just fucked me six ways to Sunday.