says breathlessly. “I think. It feels so big, like I’m stuffed full. But it’s kind of hot in a forbidden and tantalizing sort of way.”
“That’s my girl,” I murmur. Fuck. In my heart, she will always be my girl. I slowly kiss down the length of her torso before turning her over onto her back again. She groans as the motion moves the plug inside of her. Her eyes meet mine and the trust in them squeezes at my heart.
I take my time with her, letting her adjust to the feel of the plug stretching her as I play with her breasts and stroke her skin. I move lower, sliding my hand over her pussy. It’s slick and wet. I finger her clit and she wriggles, moving the plug. She groans.
“That’s it,” I say, tapping her clit lightly with my fingers before flicking it lightly. “Moan for me baby.”
Five minutes later, she’s screaming my name as she comes, her body constricting as the orgasm ripples through her.
I pull the next orgasm from her fairly easily, using my tongue to lick and probe as I slide the plug in and out of her ass. The next one requires more patience. She begs me to stop as I firmly stroke the sides of her labia, careful to avoid her now overly sensitized clit.
“Please. Let me catch my breath,” she begs.
“Not a chance, sweetheart,” I say with a low chuckle. “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go or I’ll spank you and start all over again.” I smile wickedly. “Or you can beg me to tie you there so you don’t have the option to disobey.”
Her eyes widen, but she raises her arms and wraps her fingers around the spindles of the headboard.
“Tie me here. Please,” she says, her voice hoarse with desire.
I happily do as she asks, using a length of rope to lash her wrists to the headboard. Pushing her legs up so they’re bent at the knees, I grab a pair of restraints and fasten them around her thighs. Spreading her wide, I secure the straps that are attached to the thigh cuffs to either side of the bed so she’s held completely open and accessible to me, unable to close her legs. I check her face for any sign of fear or distress, but her eyes have darkened to a deep amber and her sweet little pussy is dripping. Damn, she’s perfect.
I start with the vibrator on low, pressed up against her clit as I slip one, then two, then three fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out ruthlessly. Her body grows taut and her back arches as she comes again, her fingers gripping the headboard so hard that her knuckles are white. I turn the vibrator to medium and she bucks under me, trying to escape the persistent hum of the vibrator, but I have no intention of stopping or letting her recover. Using my fingers to relentlessly penetrate her and the wand to tease her clit, I push her into one orgasm after another until neither one of us can tell where one ends and another begins.
She wants to beg me to stop but she’s beyond speech, beyond rational thought. Her body is exhausted, her control destroyed. Turning off the vibrator, I position my cock at her entrance.
“One more, gattina,” I say.
She shakes her head wildly. “No, Marcus. Please.”
But this is the orgasm I want. The last one, the one she doesn’t want to have, when her reserve is spent and her body is limp with pleasure—the one that’s cloaked in surrender.
I slip my cock into her drenched opening. With the plug in her ass, she’s impossibly tight, and if she hadn’t milked me once already tonight, I’d have come from the first tight grip of her pussy around me. I thrust in and out, slowly at first as she becomes accustomed to the fullness of my cock pushing against the plug.
Against her will, her body responds again, and I can feel her core begin to tighten.
“Untie my hands!” she pleads. “I want to touch you.”
I reach up and untie the rope, wanting the feel of her arms around me as much as she does. She clutches my shoulders as she tries to pull me closer, her nails digging into my skin as I drive
“That’s my girl,” I murmur. Fuck. In my heart, she will always be my girl. I slowly kiss down the length of her torso before turning her over onto her back again. She groans as the motion moves the plug inside of her. Her eyes meet mine and the trust in them squeezes at my heart.
I take my time with her, letting her adjust to the feel of the plug stretching her as I play with her breasts and stroke her skin. I move lower, sliding my hand over her pussy. It’s slick and wet. I finger her clit and she wriggles, moving the plug. She groans.
“That’s it,” I say, tapping her clit lightly with my fingers before flicking it lightly. “Moan for me baby.”
Five minutes later, she’s screaming my name as she comes, her body constricting as the orgasm ripples through her.
I pull the next orgasm from her fairly easily, using my tongue to lick and probe as I slide the plug in and out of her ass. The next one requires more patience. She begs me to stop as I firmly stroke the sides of her labia, careful to avoid her now overly sensitized clit.
“Please. Let me catch my breath,” she begs.
“Not a chance, sweetheart,” I say with a low chuckle. “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go or I’ll spank you and start all over again.” I smile wickedly. “Or you can beg me to tie you there so you don’t have the option to disobey.”
Her eyes widen, but she raises her arms and wraps her fingers around the spindles of the headboard.
“Tie me here. Please,” she says, her voice hoarse with desire.
I happily do as she asks, using a length of rope to lash her wrists to the headboard. Pushing her legs up so they’re bent at the knees, I grab a pair of restraints and fasten them around her thighs. Spreading her wide, I secure the straps that are attached to the thigh cuffs to either side of the bed so she’s held completely open and accessible to me, unable to close her legs. I check her face for any sign of fear or distress, but her eyes have darkened to a deep amber and her sweet little pussy is dripping. Damn, she’s perfect.
I start with the vibrator on low, pressed up against her clit as I slip one, then two, then three fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out ruthlessly. Her body grows taut and her back arches as she comes again, her fingers gripping the headboard so hard that her knuckles are white. I turn the vibrator to medium and she bucks under me, trying to escape the persistent hum of the vibrator, but I have no intention of stopping or letting her recover. Using my fingers to relentlessly penetrate her and the wand to tease her clit, I push her into one orgasm after another until neither one of us can tell where one ends and another begins.
She wants to beg me to stop but she’s beyond speech, beyond rational thought. Her body is exhausted, her control destroyed. Turning off the vibrator, I position my cock at her entrance.
“One more, gattina,” I say.
She shakes her head wildly. “No, Marcus. Please.”
But this is the orgasm I want. The last one, the one she doesn’t want to have, when her reserve is spent and her body is limp with pleasure—the one that’s cloaked in surrender.
I slip my cock into her drenched opening. With the plug in her ass, she’s impossibly tight, and if she hadn’t milked me once already tonight, I’d have come from the first tight grip of her pussy around me. I thrust in and out, slowly at first as she becomes accustomed to the fullness of my cock pushing against the plug.
Against her will, her body responds again, and I can feel her core begin to tighten.
“Untie my hands!” she pleads. “I want to touch you.”
I reach up and untie the rope, wanting the feel of her arms around me as much as she does. She clutches my shoulders as she tries to pull me closer, her nails digging into my skin as I drive
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