Would I even want it to stop?
I was panting, my thoughts a jumbled mess, and my pussy was throbbing, stretched obscenely around his thick cock. When he changed the angle slightly, I saw fucking stars.
“Fuck! You’re so big!” I groaned as he pounded into me with brutal ferocity.
“But you take me so well. This pussy was made for me.” With his free hand, Sasha kneaded my buttocks, digginghis fingertips into the soft flesh and jiggling it in his grip. The cold metal of his rings made every touch feel even more sensual. “And I’m gonna make sure it gets filled every single day from now on.”
My walls fluttered around him, and hot sparks of pleasure raced up my spine. A thin layer of sweat coated my face and my hair was plastered to my skin. I moaned brokenly when his breath ghosted over my neck as he leaned down again.
“You want that, don’t you? You want me to fuck you senseless, to be dripping with my cum from every hole, right, Little Devil?”
I fearedhow muchI wanted it. I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t wanthim. Sasha had a hold on me unlike anyone before, unlike anything I had ever thought possible.
He pulled my cheeks apart and spat, making me jump when his hot saliva hit my asshole.
“Oh my God! You’re not going to—”
Sasha chuckled darkly and rubbed his saliva into my empty hole. “Fucking watch me. I’m going to claim every inch of you, even back here. You’re gonna let me take this tight little ass. And you know why?”
I shook my head, unable to form any words. My face was buried in the sheets again, but I shot up when I felt his thumb pop into my ass.
“Shit!” I screeched. I arched my back; my body was torn between trying to push him away and surrenderingto the unfamiliar sensation. My pussy pulsed around his cock; he was determined to make me orgasm again right then and there.
He started fucking my ass with his thumb, pulling it out each time he plunged his cock into my embarrassingly wet cunt. Before I knew it, I was whimpering his name.
“More, Sasha,” I gasped, any thoughts of putting up a fight disappeared. He just felt too fucking good. “I need more!”
“This is why.” His voice was smug. “Because even if you think it’s wrong, even if you think you shouldn’t be doing this, you can’t help yourself. Look at you, dripping all over my cock. You’re a desperate little whore for me, ain’t that right?”
His hips kept snapping forward mercilessly, claiming me just as he’d promised.
“Yes!” The pleasure was almost dizzying, robbing me of all sense, logic and reason. All I heard was him, all I smelled was him, all I felt was him. Sasha was everywhere.
“So tight,” he grunted, burying his thumb to the hilt in my ass and rutting into me with savage intensity. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” My screams were muffled by the sheets as I clawed at the mattress and the pressure boiled over like a cork popping off a champagne bottle. Every muscle in my body locked up as my pussy clamped down on his thick length.
I rode out the orgasm, my ears ringing and my vision going hazy; I was drunk on pleasure. Drunk on him.
“Fuuuuuck!” Sasha growled, his thrusts stuttering before he pressed his hips flush against mine and held himself as deep inside me as possible. “Here it comes!”
I moaned softly as I felt his cock twitch and hot ropes of cum coat my walls.
“Take. My. Cum.” With each word, he snapped his hips sharply, driving his seed deeper into me. When he was finished, he carefully withdrew his thumb and then fell forward, propping himself up on one elbow and pressing his chest against my back. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
“Yessss,” I purred, writhing under his weight as I rode out the high, our sweat-slicked skin rubbing together.
“Only for me?” he pressed, his breath rustling in my hair. I was almost certain he hadn’t meant for it to come out as a question. There was an unexpected vulnerability in his voice, so faint it could easily have been missed.
My chest constricted; the need to erase whatever doubts or insecurities might have been tormenting him was overwhelming. I lifted my head slightly and blew the hair out of my face.
“Only for you,” I agreed softly. Sasha hummed in satisfaction and trailed a line of soft kisses up the side of my neck.
“Good. Because I’m never letting you go.”
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that something was wrong with the sheets. As in, they were everywhere — wrapped around my legs, twisted under my back, halfway pulled off the mattress like they had spent the night in a life-or-death struggle and lost.
Which, to be fair, they probably had.