Author: Annabel Joseph
Category: Young Adult
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“You’re so tight,” he murmured against my ear. “I love fucking women in the ass. Since you sucked me off earlier, I’ll be able to fuck your ass a long time. A long, long time.”
That brought another moan from me, and a chuckle from him.
“Do you really not like it, or are you pretending not to like it to make me happy?” he asked.
“It’s not that I don’t like it,” I said, which was true. “It’s just that it doesn’t feel very good.”
“How masochistic of you, to want something that doesn’t feel good.”
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I almost corrected him, reminded him that I didn’t say I wanted it. I mean, he was the one who wanted it. If not for him, this wasn’t happening right now. He could still be in my pussy, almost-but-not-quite making me come.
“You know why anal feels so good to me?” he went on in that mesmerizing whisper. “Because I have all the power in this. I could wreck your body right now if I wanted to. I could hurt you so bad. You’re trembling and arching to me, and accepting all this because you don’t want me to hurt you.”
I let out a breath. Was his voice mesmerizing because of his words, or because he was sliding inside me again, prying me open, and yes, threatening me with the thick, hard weapon between his legs? “Please don’t hurt me,” I whimpered, and I think I did that to turn him on.
“I won’t,” he said, so gently, “as long as you’re a good girl and let me do what I want.”
We were on our sides, lying in bed, but there was nothing comfortable or relaxed about the way he drove into me. When I tried to push his body back with my hands, he yanked them high against my spine. My shoulders ached. My ass was stuffed full, and he seemed like he could go on another hour. When I tried to squirm away from the hard, repetitive thrusts, he reached around and spread his fingers across my pelvis. I was his hole to fuck. He wasn’t letting me escape even an inch of his invasion.
It occurred to me that fighting him probably made him want to prolong it. If I surrendered and lay there—like a fuck hole—maybe he’d lose interest and finish faster. I stopped resisting and relaxed my tense muscles. Miss Kitty had become Miss Fuckhole. Okay, fine. I got paid plenty of money to be a fuckhole.
But as soon as I surrendered and stopped participating in my anal subjugation, he was ready with something new. More stimulation. Damn him, I didn’t want it. The hand anchoring my pelvis slid down. One probing fingertip settled atop my clit, setting off a stuttering throb of sensation. I gasped. It felt so good. I wanted to come so badly, even now. All that unfulfilled tension from earlier was still there, aching and teeming.
“There’s my girl,” he said. I could hear the amusement in his voice, but I didn’t care. I needed more touching, more stroking. He rationed it out to me, the lightest brushes, engineered to keep me simmering right at the edge. He teased my nipples, making me tremble and cry in frustration. This went on for an ungodly period of time. No one had ever fucked my ass—or kept me on the edge of orgasm—for half this long.
“Please let me come,” I begged. He’d long since stripped me of my pride, another thing no client had ever done. No. Client. Ever. “Please, I can’t bear this.”
“You’re bearing it,” he said. “It’s beautiful.”
He licked behind my ear and tapped my clitoris again. It was torture. No, it was amazing. No, it was evil. He must have realized I’d really had enough, that I was about to check out in the very real sense of losing my sanity, because his thrusts quickened, and his fingers stayed on my clit. They played between my pussy lips, holding me open in the same way he held my soul open, via this sodomy session from hell. If he left me unsatisfied now, I would have disintegrated.
But he didn’t leave me unsatisfied. He toyed with me and urged me on until we climaxed together. I didn’t know what his orgasm was like, but mine was so intense that it was painful. The apex of it was literally painful, but once the pain softened into something I could process, ohhh. It felt really good. Throbbing, melting, singing, shuddering, super-extended orgasm good. And after the initial, incredible minute-long orgasm, there were still aftershocks that rippled inside me for seconds at a time. My spanked cheeks didn’t hurt anymore. My reamed ass didn’t hurt. Everything felt amazingly perfect.
His orgasm couldn’t have been as good as mine, but he was silent and shuddery for a long time too. In fact, he stayed in my ass until he was almost completely soft, and even then, I could sense his reluctance to draw away. He got up and went to the bathroom. I didn’t trust myself to walk so I stayed where I was. I couldn’t clean up, anyway, until he released my hands.