I bend to lap up that moisture with my tongue, licking her from front to back where she’s stretched by the plug. She’s as ready as she’ll ever be, and I can’t wait any longer. I have to have her sweet ass. I need to know that every part of her is mine.
Grasping the base of the plug, I begin to withdraw it, removing it in slow, steady increments that make her whimper from the pressure. Withdrawal is every bit as grueling as insertion was, and I take my own sweet time, drawing out the pleasurable pain until she’s a trembling, vibrating mess of sensation. As the plug pops free, I move quickly to stroke a handful of lube onto my hard cock. I apply more lube to my fingers and press them into her, making sure she’s as ready as she can be.
I remove my fingers and replace them with my cock, pressing against her insistently.
She cries out. “It’s too big, Flynn. I can’t.”
I spank her ass, hard, and gain an inch. She’s so tight and hot that I worry I’ll come before I make it all the way inside her. “Who am I here?”
“Sir.” She’s sobbing, but she’s not using her safe word.
“Don’t forget it.” I soothe the place where I spanked, wanting to calm and comfort her now. “Press back against me, sweetheart. You can do it. You can take me.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. I know you can.” I reach around her to stroke her clit, and her entire body seems to clamp down on my cock, making me grit my teeth from the powerful need to come. That’s not happening until she takes all of me.
I stay where I am, about two inches inside her, giving her time to adjust. “Ready for more?”
“There’s more?”
I can’t believe she makes me laugh at a moment like this. “A lot more.” Bending over her, I kiss her back, which is covered in goose bumps. I slide my hands under her, tweaking her nipples, trying to give her something else to think about other than the cock that’s breaching her ass.
Rolling her nipples between my fingers, I give each of them a hard pinch that makes her scream and allows me to gain another inch.
“Holy fuck,” she whispers. I’ve never heard her use that word before, and it’s hotter than hell coming from her.
“Does it still hurt?”
“It’s… Not like it did. It doesn’t feel good yet, though.”
“Give it a chance, sweetheart. Try to relax and let yourself go. I promise it’ll be amazing.”
She grunts, and I’m not sure, but she might be laughing. “Relax… Right. You try to relax when you’ve got a gigantic cock jammed up your ass.” She gasps. “Oh God, it just got bigger.”
“That’s what you get for talking dirty to me.” I pull back, ever so slightly, drawing a keening moan from her, and then push back, deeper than I was before. She’s now taken more than half of me, grunting and moaning all the way. I repeat the in and out movements several times, adding more lube to ease the entry. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just a little more.”
She moans—loudly—and then screams when I give her the wide base. Her muscles spasm so hard I have to bite the inside of my cheek to give myself something else to think about other than the desperate need to come. “You did it, sweetheart. You took all of me.”
Her grunt is her only reply.
I stay there, buried in her ass for a long, amazing moment, and then I begin to move, fucking her in gentle strokes intended to make this as good for her as it can possibly be. “That’s it, baby. I love you like this. So hot and tight. I’ve never felt anything as good as this. Your ass is on fire.”
I pick up the pace, moving in and out of her incredibly tight passage until I feel the telltale signs of impending climax as her muscles ripple. No way am I letting go until she does. Reaching around to the front of her, I find her clit standing up hard and tight. I use the flood of wetness between her legs to make my finger slick and then run it in circles over her clit until she’s screaming out her release and clamping down so hard on me that I can’t hold back any longer.
I come with a roar of hot, liquid pleasure that seems to come from my very soul. It goes on for what feels like an hour.
Natalie is like a rag doll under me, kept upright only by the pressure of my body against hers.
I withdraw from her as slowly as I went in. Reaching for a towel, I clean us both and then pick her right up from the bench and cradle her in my arms. Her eyes are closed, her face is flushed and her lips are swollen from the blow job she gave me earlier.
I kiss her face, her lips, her nose. “Nat.”
“Hmm.”
“Open your eyes.”
“Can’t.”
“Try.”
They flutter open to meet mine, and what I see there amazes me—she’s absolutely glowing.
“Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”
“I feel… I… You were right. Once it stopped hurting, it was incredible. When can we do it again?”
“Natalie…” I’m stunned and humbled by her acceptance of me and the needs that drive me. “Baby, I love you.”
“Mmm, love you, too. Now when can we do it again?”
Laughing, I kiss her sweet lips. “Talk to me about that tomorrow when you know what the day after is like.”