Dirty Bad Secrets(99)

“That’s it,” she said softly. “You’re so ready for this, your asshole is wide open for me. Oh God, Andy… it’s beautiful…” She let out a little whimper, and I knew she was touching herself.

I took a breath. “Now,” I said. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Faye.”



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Faye



I had to still my fingers, pull myself back from the edge or I’d have come right there, staring at Andy’s gorgeous gaping asshole, and I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to ride this on the edge, on a high.

He was so wet, swimming in lube, so much that his loose hole would splutter and dribble whenever I fingered him. I positioned the strap-on, tingling as I realised it would still be a stretch. I braced my hands on his hips, using my bodyweight to nudge my way inside. He grunted as his hole stretched tight around the head, and it lengthened into a pained moan as I kept on pushing. The head sucked in with a squelch, but he was tighter inside. His ass fought me. Fought the depth.

I moved my hips in lazy circles, fucked him slowly.

“Yes,” I said. “Take it. Relax onto it.”

His asshole opened the way a delicate flower spreads its petals, giving just a little more with every nudge, and fuck how his insides gurgled and spat for me. I shifted, spreading my weight more evenly, my tits pressed against his sore back as I slowly worked my hips, slowly worked that cock in deep. I could feel him tensing, and he’d grunt and groan, every muscle wired until he gave up more ground. It became easier, wetter, my hips moving ever more freely as he let me in.

“Halfway,” I breathed. “Oh fuck, Andy, I’m over halfway in.”

“It burns,” he rasped. “It hurts, Faye. It fucking hurts.”

“It’ll feel better soon,” I soothed, kissing his shoulder. “I promise it will feel better.”

One concerted thrust and he cried out, but I was almost there. I wriggled my hips, burrowing a path, and his muscles relented, I sank to the hilt and he caught his breath.

“I’m inside you,” I said. “All the fucking way. Can you feel that? Can you feel how deep I am?” I circled my hips and he groaned and my clit throbbed against the strapping.

“I’m too full,” he grunted. “I can’t… It feels… I need to… go…”

“You don’t.” I smiled against his skin. “Trust me. I’ve been there. I know how this feels.”

“Your turn next, then,” he growled, and I knew in that moment he’d be absolutely fine. He could take this.

I fucked him slowly, long deep strokes, and I felt it changing for him, pain morphing into something else entirely. Hell, I knew, I’d fucking been there. And the thought of Andy Morgan submitting to it sent raptures through me, through my pussy, through my tits. I squeezed at my aching nipples as I ground into him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fucking hell, that feels weird.”

“It feels good, I know,” I said. “I promised it would.”

His breath came in gasps as I picked up pace, and his ass was slippery and willing. He bloomed and opened, squirming under me, and I knew then he was mine. He wanted it. I grinned like a lunatic, lifting myself for greater leverage as I grabbed onto his hips and fucked him good. I fucked him until he was grunting again, but it wasn’t in pain. His thighs were tense, and ever so subtly he began to raise himself, grinding against the mat and up to meet my big plastic dick.

“That’s right,” I hissed, teasing the stripes on his back. “Fuck me right back, work that beautiful hole right back at me.”

And he did. He fucking did.

“I’m fucking close,” he said. “Fuck, Faye, I’m going to shoot my fucking load all over that fucking mat if you’re not bastard careful.”

My Andy was back, the haze of endorphins clearing, replaced with something much more… primal. I liked it. It was fucking perfect.

“I want to see your face.” I was breathless, so breathless. “Fuck, Andy, I want to see you. I need to see you.”

I pulled that cock out with a slurp, and he moaned at the emptiness.

“Jesus, Faye, my ass feels fucking broken. What the fuck have you done to me?”

“It will be alright.” I grinned to myself. “I have first-hand experience.” I slapped his hip. “Roll over,” I said. “Knees to your chest.”

He didn’t object, and he hadn’t been lying. His cock was dark and glistening wet, just about ready to blow. I looked from his burning eyes to his gaping asshole. Teasing it open with my fingers just to appreciate the view. It was red and raw, filthy and divine. That dirty pink tunnel was raw and gaping fucking wide, just like I’d fucking dreamed of. Oh fuck, how I’d dreamed of this.