“No…” she answers. Her voice soft and hushed but I can tell there’s a hint of worry in it. “Except for Rory…I mean, well there has only been you.”
I wasn’t expecting that. Dual sensations war within me. I like that she’s so free and giving to me, despite not having a lot of experience. At the same time, I hate this faceless Rory, for getting things from Tess that I never will. For having her firsts and her…heart. He’s in her heart. It bothers me. It fucking irritates the hell out of me, and I can’t even begin to explain why. I clear my throat and try to get out of my own head.
“You’ve lost your chance, Kitten, because I own this body of yours now, and I am not sharing you.”
“I don’t want you too, Max…I only need you…” her soft voice replies and I ignore the small phantom pain those words give me.
“I can still give you the sensation of having two cocks in you though. So fucking hot, Kitten. Fucking your sweet little cunt while your ass is stretched. You’ll feel so full and stretched, like you’re coming apart at the seams,” I tell her. I lay the now lubricated plug on her pussy, which is still straining towards me, even if I have been neglecting it for other things. She gasps and I smile, spreading more lube from the jar onto my fingers. It starts cool on my skin, but quickly I feel the way it heats up on contact. “The trick is to make sure I have you prepared.”
“Max!” She cries out, yet again, as I push my index finger into the tight, little, ringed entrance of her ass. It pops through easily with the lube, and I quickly work to apply more. On my next go around I use two fingers. Her body jerks, her head goes back in pleasure, and she lets out one deep moan that makes my cock tremble.
“That’s it, Kitten. Take what I fucking give you,” I growl, unable to resist thrusting my fingers harder into her ass. Her moan extends out louder, sounding desperate and that makes me even harder. I wanted to drag this out further, but it seems I’ve misjudged her power over me. I react to Tess in ways I never have before. That could be dangerous for both of us.
I’m pissed at her for making it so I can’t take more time. I wanted to spend the day torturing her before I found satisfaction. That’s not going to be possible. I remove my fingers, enjoying the wail of disappointment she gives. I’m a sick fuck, but I like knowing she’s being punished. I grab the cloth I have placed on the tray and clean my hands, thoroughly. Then I pick up the plug and push it ever so slowly into Tess’s ass.
“Relax, Kitten. Let it happen,” I coax, smiling as she slowly opens up for me, and it pops through and sits inside of her.
“Oh, God. Jesus Max.”
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?”
“I’m empty, Max please. I need you inside of me.”
I take a minute to admire the way she looks, but I’m with her. I’m too close to the edge to keep waiting. I slap the condom over my cock, without much thought. That’s her fault too. Normally I would have enjoyed torturing her with every small movement and action before I give her my cock. Will I ever have enough of Tess so that I can do that? I’m beginning to think the answer is unequivocal, no.
There’s no need to see if she’s ready. Fuck, she’s so wet the insides of her thighs are slick. That works for me since I’m about to come from just seeing her spread out and filled while her pussy is crying for attention. I quickly untie her ankles, though I’m not sure she realizes it, she’s so far gone. I poise my cock at her entrance, regretting I can’t be gentle, but I don’t have that in me.
“Tess.”
Her head carefully turns towards me. Tears in her eyes, her body pushing for more than it’s getting. She’s on a razor’s edge. I did that. I brought her to that.
“M...Max…”
“Mine,” I growl plunging hard inside of her. I don’t give her time to adjust. I give her nothing but every inch of my cock as I go balls deep. I feel the pressure of the plug through the thin layer separating her walls. Her scream and the way her hands pull against her restraints worry me briefly that I should have tried to hold back, but then her legs wrap around me, the heels of her feet digging into my ass and her greedy little snatch is milking my cock, trying to ride it, even without me moving.
I lean over her, sliding out of her so that just the tip remains and then slamming back in. Each thrust pushing her up on the bed and making her cry out. I’m the one in charge. I’m the one who will make sure she gets what she needs. Only me. She’s moaning, and I catch my name, her pussy ripples against my shaft and I can feel the warm gush of heated cream even through the latex, as her orgasm takes hold with nothing more than a whimper from her. I ride her hard, my balls tight and my own release so close, I can taste it, but I don’t let it happen. I push harder and faster, pumping her like a man possessed. Because I am. I am possessed by this woman in ways that I have never experienced and never will again. As my own climax takes over, the last thought I register as I look into her eyes is one that should terrify me. She’s the only woman I’ll ever want. For the rest of what life I have, whether it be a day or even fifty fucking years, for me it will always be Tess.