Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan praised. “Hold yourself open for me.”
I felt the bed dip as Dylan positioned himself behind me. Then I let out a whimper from deep in my chest as I felt the soft, warm pressure of his cock’s head pressing against my virgin anus. I bit my lip hard, instinctively trying to pull away.
“Shh,” Dylan commanded. “Stay still. You’re going to take it. You need to learn.”
He pushed forward slowly but inexorably. I cried out as the head of his cock breached me, stretching me wider than I thought possible. Tears sprang to my eyes at the burning pain.
“Good girl,” Dylan growled. “So nice and tight.”
His big hands covered mine, pressing them firmly against my cheeks, making me hold myself open as he continued to push inside. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled me, until finally I felt his hips press against my bruised bottom.
My face flamed with heat as I realized Dylan was fully seated inside me. His thick cock stretched me to my limits, claiming my most private place. I felt utterly possessed, completely at his mercy.
“Oh, god,” I sobbed. “It’s so much…”
“You’re doing really well, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured, as if taming a wild animal. “That’s it. Good girl.”
He began to move then, withdrawing slightly before thrusting back in. Each movement sent shockwaves of sensation through me—pain and pleasure intermingling until I couldn’t tell them apart.
Dylan’s pace increased, his hips slapping against my sore bottom. His hands gripped mine tightly, keeping me spread open for his use. I cried out with each thrust, overwhelmed by the intense feelings.
“That’s it,” Dylan growled. “Take it like a good girl. Let me fuck this sweet ass.”
His crude words sent another surge of shameful arousal through me. I pushed back against him, wanting more despite the pain.
Dylan groaned in approval. “Such an eager little slut, Andrea, aren’t you?” he panted.
“Yes!” I cried out, beyond caring about my shame. “Yes, sir! I… I… need it so much!”
Dylan’s thrusts grew harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, punctuated by our mingled cries of pleasure.
Dylan’s grip on my hands suddenly loosened. “You may let go of your butt, Andrea,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want you to play with that pretty little cooch while I fuck your ass.”
Trembling, I released my grip on my bottom cheeks. Dylan’s hands moved to my hips, holding me steady as he continued to thrust into me.
“Touch yourself,” he growled. “Show me how good it feels to have my cock in your tight little hole.”
My face burning with shame, I slid my right hand between my legs. The first brush of my fingers against my swollen clit sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I gasped, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Dylan’s thick shaft stretching my anus and my own fingers on my sensitive flesh.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan encouraged. “Rub that naughty clit for me.”
I began to stroke myself in earnest, my fingers gliding easily through my slick folds. The feeling was so different from when I had touched myself that morning. Then, it had been furtive and shameful. Now, with Dylan’s permission—no, his command—it felt deliciously wicked.
My fingers moved faster, circling my clit as Dylan’s pace increased. The burning stretch in my bottom had faded to a dull ache, overshadowed by waves of pleasure radiating from my core.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, my hips rocking between Dylan’s cock and my own hand. “Sir, I’m… I’m going to…”
“Come for me,” Dylan ordered. “Come with my cock in your sweet little butt.”
His crude words pushed me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clenching rhythmically as Dylan continued to pound into my bottom. It felt different from my usual climaxes—deeper somehow, more intense. As if Dylan had granted it to me as a reward for my submission.
Before I could fully recover, I felt another orgasm building. Dylan’s relentless thrusts and my own fingers, still working frantically at my clit, quickly pushed me toward the precipice once more.
“That’s it,” Dylan growled. “Another one. Be a good girl and come for me again.”
I obeyed, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. This climax felt even more submissive than the last, as if Dylan was controlling my pleasure completely. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me as I sobbed Dylan’s name.
“Dylan… sir… Dylan…”
Time seemed to lose all meaning as Dylan fucked me. I came again and again, each orgasm feeling like a gift bestowed upon me for good behavior. My world narrowed to the exquisite sensations of Dylan’s cock stretching me open and my own fingers working my needy flesh.
Finally, I felt Dylan’s rhythm falter. His grip on my hips tightened as he slammed into me one last time and I felt his cock spurting his essence into my newly opened bottom.