“Now,” he said, coming back up to straddle me. I felt the tip of his cock twitch under my chin. “Get me wet, Lacey.”
I wanted to scream that I was wet already, that he didn’t need any more, that I needed him now, right now, inside of me. But before I could say anything, the scent of his musk filled my nostrils.
My mouth watered even as he cupped his hand under my neck and lifted me to take his huge cock into his mouth. I tongued the end of his length, tasting the salty drop of precum on the end. I moaned as he slid into my mouth.
My hands were tied and I brought them up to touch him. He pushed my wrists away with one hand, pinning them above my head.
“God,” he gasped. I swirled my tongue and felt the throb of his cock in my mouth. He groaned.
“Easy, Lacey,” he said. “Not yet.”
No. Not yet. I wanted him so badly. I wriggled under his grip as he withdrew from my mouth, pressing a kiss onto my wet lips.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” It was a gasp of desire.
“Good,” he said.
He flipped me around onto my stomach with his strong arms. My hands were still tied over my head, and he lifted me, placing a pillow under my stomach, before letting me rest.
“Take me,” I moaned.
“I will,” he said. “Oh, Lacey.”
His hand slid under my body and I felt something strange. It was a dildo, long and hard, pressing into the skin of my stomach. I shifted my weight, unsure what was happening. He pressed the dildo against my aching slit, and eased it in slightly.
“What—what—”
“Shh,” he whispered. He pushed the rubber cock into me. At first it was cold, hard and cold, but as he began to move it in and out, it grew warmer. His thrusts were light, shallow. I needed more.
I moaned, rocking against his thrusts, but he kept me pinned. I could feel his real cock now, pressing against the small of my back, still wet from my mouth. Then he moved down, and I gasped against the pillow.
“Shh,” he said again, although I hadn’t said a word. He slid between my asscheeks, his tip pressing against my entrance.
I tensed, and he paused. I could feel the throb of his need, but instead of pushing inside of me, he bent and pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades.
“Relax,” he said. He thrust the dildo deeper into me, and I cried out with pleasure. “Easy. I’ll go slow.”
I nodded, my face pressed against the pillow. Even if I hadn’t had a blindfold on, I wouldn’t be able to see anything. It was easier this way, in the dark, unable to watch. He shifted his weight, and his cock was there again, pressing against me.
I tensed, despite myself. His hand kneaded my asscheek all the while he thrust the dildo up into me. Feeling the hard pressure of his fingers, I relaxed my muscles. I moaned, rocking back.
“Jesus, Lacey,” he gasped.
With a single push, he was inside. I screamed against the pillow, my muscles clenching tight. A sharp thrill of pain radiated from my nerve endings. It was only the tip, but it felt like he was completely inside of me. The pressure was incredible.
“Oh! Oh!” I cried.
I bucked, but he had me pinned down. His chest pressed down against my back. He wasn’t moving his cock in any further, but his hand worked the dildo deeper inside, thrusting into me.
My nerves seared, and he lavished the back of my neck with soft kisses. His lips fluttered against my skin.
“Lacey,” he whispered.
I choked out a noise that was half-moan, half-gasp. I clenched around him, then released, my body working against his involuntarily. After a few moments, my body relaxed.
He began to move again. I squealed as I felt his cock slide into me inch by inch. His cock was slick and so rock-hard that it felt like a steel rod being inserted into me. I gasped against the pillow, biting down on the fabric.
It was then that the sensation shifted. The switch from pain to pleasure was so sudden that I didn’t know when it had happened. But as he rocked into me, his movements so slight, I felt the twinges of pain turn into the most delicious kind of pleasure.
The sensation of his smooth cock stretching me alongside the thrust of the dildo into my main entrance made my body fire in every possible way. I shrieked into the pillow, twisting, as he rocked farther and farther into me. With every burst of fire in my nerves came a companion twist of pleasure in my core.
I had never felt so full. He was stretching me in every direction, expanding me to my breaking point. Sweat dampened my scalp as he worked his swollen cock into me, inch by agonizing inch.
And then I felt the orgasm building inside of me, different than any I’d had before. As he thrust, rocking himself deeper into my body, I began to rock back. He matched my rhythm, his lips sucking at the back of my neck, sending different thrills through my body. He licked my skin and fucked me in the ass, and I loved him for it.