“What’s wrong?” she asks, her stomach rising with her wild intakes of air.
“Nothing, just teasing you,” I wink and move my fingers again.
“So full. I can’t wait to feel your cock stretching me there. I never thought this would feel so good.”
“You’re going to let me have this ass whenever I want, aren’t you?”
“Yes, anytime, Eric. Anytime,” she moans.
I know the moment I get inside her, I’m not going to last. I’m too worked up. I add another finger in her ass and align my cock to her tight pussy. I sink in, groaning when our flesh meets and slides against one another for the first time.
“Eric,” she whines, and her eyes squeeze shut as my girth stretches her to the brink.
I watch as her lips mold to me, stretching as far as they can to accommodate my size. “You’re so tight. Oh god, Jo.” I fall over her and take her lips in a messy kiss. There is no finesse. Pure. Fucking. Need.
“So big,” she says while I’m already too close to coming. “Never felt so good before.”
“Me either, babe, me-fucking-either,” I groan when my sack presses against her ass. I pull out, then in, and out, letting her get used to me before I increase my thrusts.
Her hands shake around my shoulders, and she’s the only woman who can touch my scars and all I’ll feel is acceptance. Our bodies move as a constant wave. My cock plummets into her depths, touching her womb, knowing that one day, I’ll get my turn. Right when I’m about to come, I pull out, lift her legs to her shoulders and with my cock dripping with her cum, I push inside her ass. The muscle gives, and both of us hold our breaths.
Me from the tight grip.
Her from the intrusion.
And because she’s mine, she takes every inch of me.
“Give me a second, baby,” she pleads, squeezing her eyes shut from the pain.
It’s killing me not to move.
Like I said earlier, her pace.
Never in my life have I ever felt so stretched and full. His cock is big, wide, and for never having anal, I feel every inch of him. I have a feeling I’m going to be feeling him for weeks after this. He presses my legs together and waits for me to give him the go ahead.
“More,” I beg when the stretch turns into a delicious pinch of pleasure that has me aching for him.
He grunts, a drip of sweat falling from the tip of his nose, and he pulls out an inch and pushes in. I clutch onto the mattress from the unexpected sensation of an orgasm creeping up my spine, only the feeling is more intense. The barrier between my ass and my pussy must be thin because I can almost feel him rubbing against the inner walls of my cunt too. It’s a dual sensation, like the ghost of his cock is still fucking the other hole.
“Jo,” Eric snarls, leaning his head against my ankle before lowering my legs and turning me to my side. He falls behind me and curls his entire body around mine. His arms wrap around my chest, his front is plastered against my back, and his cock is deep within a part of me I never thought possible. He’s slow, careful, and kisses my shoulders. It’s like he’s savoring being inside me.
His hands are magnets as they drift to my ass and grip the flesh, then he yanks my hips against him. “Oh, fuck. This ass, it’s going to be the death of me. So fucking tight.” He thrusts harder than before. “So fucking big.” He fucks himself in again. “So fucking mine.” And with that, he lets loose, savoring and careful quickly blown out the window. It’s like when his hands felt my ass, all bets were off.
I reach around us and lay my hand across his ass as he fucks me. “Ohhh, Eric. I’m close. Oh, more. Harder.”
“No, not harder. Don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me. I like it. I like being hurt.”
“No. Don’t want to hurt you or the baby.”
But I need it. I need the hurt and pain. “Please,” I beg. “More. Harder.” I press my ass against him and fuck him myself. “Do I need to do it myself?” I growl, and I guess talking back earns me a smack across the ass because my left cheek is on fire from the slap.
“Mouthy.” He bites the flesh of my shoulder and picks up the pace, fucking my ass so hard, it hurts, burns, and yet I can’t get enough.
“More.” I don’t know why I’m begging for more. He’s being relentless.
His fingers fuck inside my pussy once more, and my body tightens. Yes! I wanted another hole filled by him.
“You like this? Holes filled? I’ll need to find something for that goddamn mouth. Maybe I’ll get a gag; would you like that? Would you like moaning and drooling, unable to speak,” he teases, biting my earlobe, and then he lays a hand across my mouth. “Go ahead, scream, babe. Scream as loud as you can as I fill this ass with my cum, but you won’t be able to get as loud as you want to let everyone know what I’m doing to you.”
I mumble against his palm and sneer at him with attitude, but he’s right. I do like it. I want everyone to know how good he makes me feel, and he’s denying me.
I feel him everywhere, and when his fingers curl inside me again, sliding against his cock that’s fucking my ass, it’s all I can handle. I toss my head back and rest against his shoulder, and my stomach drops as my orgasm threatens. He’s a rollercoaster that takes me higher, higher, and higher, until I can’t see the ground, and when I peak and fall over the edge, I’m flying.
“Yeah, baby, milk my cock. I feel it. I feel you. Come for me. Come,” he orders, plundering me with his girth. I know I won’t be able to sit for a week. I lift my arm over my head and drag my hand down his shoulder, feeling his scars. “I’m going to come. Keep touching me. Oh, fuck, keep touching me,” he begs, and I continue to stroke along the edges of his scars, but then I’m unable to think when my last and final orgasm completely ruins me.
From head to toe I tingle, and my muscles clench tight around his fingers and cock. My entire body spasms out of control. I can’t stop shaking.
“Jo!” He thrusts in one last time, and the warm splash of his cum bathes the inside of my ass. He moans loudly, his body jerking from how strong his orgasm is. “Jo,” he repeats my name, tired and spent as the last shock works its way through his body, pumping one last spurt inside my filled ass.
I feel like I’ve run ten miles. I want to sleep.
“You know what? I wish I had a butt-plug for you.” He grins as he peppers kisses along the slender muscle of my shoulder. “I’d make you wear it after we fucked to keep my cum inside you so when I want that ass again, which I will always want to fuck this ass—” he grunts in appreciation and spanks me again—“I can slide in, and you’ll already be wet.”
The dirty words have me getting turned on all over again. I had no idea how much he liked my ass until this moment. The praise is an aphrodisiac.
Eric moves my hair off my shoulder, kissing up my neck until he lays his chin in the crook. He holds me close to his chest, our skin sticking together, and after a few minutes of calming down and catching our breaths, he slides out of me. A gush of his cum leaves me, dripping down the crease of my ass. The bed dips as he rolls away from me, and a small pinch of panic forms. Is he leaving? Is he done with me?