Oh, God.
He looks into my eyes, and I feel like I can almost see the person that I used to know. Then his lids drop lower, his cheekbones flush a little, and he leans down between my thighs.
I squirm as he breathes against my pussy. I’m so warm and wet already, his teasing breath makes me lift my hips. He curls his finger underneath the fabric of the thong I found in my bag this morning, stretches it away from my skin, and pops my pussy with it.
“Don’t move,” he says, holding my gaze as he brings his mouth back over me.
I’m throbbing now. Aching inside. I want to be full of him. I want him to stuff that gorgeous cock deep inside me. I know it might hurt again, but I don’t care. I want it so much, I can feel my nipples harden.
I watch the top of his dark head as he leans down and starts to lick me—long, slick, gentle strokes that start light as a feather on my swollen clit and increase in pressure as he drags his tongue through my lips. He pushes the tip of it inside me and I moan and try to—
“Fuck!” My hands! I can’t grab him. I roll my hips beneath him and he raises his eyes. “Leah, that was bad. You broke the rules.”
He licks me once more, dragging moisture from my opening to the forbidden area below, then surprises me by getting up, reaching across the bed.
He opens a little black box I hadn’t noticed before and pulls out something small and rubbery, followed by a bottle of lubricant.
He squirts a pearl of it onto his fingertip and flicks his gaze at me.
“Stay still from now on,” he orders.
Then he comes back in between my legs and smears the lube from in between my wet lips, down over my core—where he takes a brief detour inside me with his fingertip—and down lower. I feel his finger against my asshole and I gasp.
And then I gasp again.
“Oh my God.” I jerk my hips. “It burns!”
My cunt is lighting up, tingling. I can feel the blood rushing to the area. As I squirm, he smirks, and I watch through dazed eyes as he gets more. He doesn’t touch my pussy this time, just spreads my asscheeks and smears it over me there.
“What are you—”
“Quiet,” he growls.
He holds up the small, black plastic thing, shaped vaguely like a bullet, and smears the lube on it. He pushes it into my pussy, whirls it around, and licks my slit a few more times, until I’m panting.
Then, with his mouth still on me and his tongue still twirling all around my pulsing clit, he spreads my cheeks again, pushes against my puckered entrance, and looks up into my eyes.
“Bare down a little,” he whispers against my cunt lips. “Trust me, Lea, you’ll like this. Just relax.” He strokes his tongue up and down me again, and I feel the pressure increase at my asshole.
I press down against it, and then cry out as I feel it burst inside me.
Oh my God, it’s thick—and hard. I wiggle my ass a little, trying to get used to it, but there’s no getting used to this.
“God!” I grunt. I feel so…filled up. Sort of hurts, but…sort of doesn’t.
His tongue distracts me for a moment, worshipping my clit. I feel my pulse pound there. Combined with the…presence inside my ass, I’m not sure what to focus on. I writhe.
He chuckles.
“Leah…Leah, Leah…”
He pushes his tongue into my cunt, stretches it as deeply as he can, and flicks against the inside of me. I gasp and rock my hips into his face.
“Your cock,” I gasp.
He stops, looks up, and grins. “Are you saying that you want my cock?”
He stuffs two fingers into me. “Oh…yes. Oh yes, please.”
He taps the outside of the plug, and I feel it vibrate inside. “Please, fuck me,” I whimper.
He starts to trace around my clit with his fingertip, while his other hand palms his big, stiff cock and starts to stroke up toward the head of it.
He squeezes hard, and I think I see the color of it darken just a little. Then he strokes back down, bouncing a little just above his balls.
“Oh Leah.” Dazed eyes meet my own. “You’ve got me so hard. Ready. I’m going to fuck you now, Leah. Close your eyes.”
I do, and I can feel the tingle of the lube he put on me. I can hear the tearing of a wrapper. I peek my eyes open to see him roll a condom over his huge head.
Then he’s pushing in between my lips, thrusting harder, till it hurts and I cry out. “Relax,” he whispers, stroking my arm. The feel of his fingers on my arm brings me immediately back to someplace safe. I pant a little as he pushes deeper into me.
“Oh God,” I shiver.
He pushes in a little more, and I gasp.
“All of me,” he grits, and I scream as he thrusts so deep, my body is rocketed toward the headboard.