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It feels so good, I shudder.
“You need more, don’t you, baby?”
His voice is soft, deep, hypnotic. I don’t know exactly what he means, until I feel something warm and wet slide down my ass c***k and over my s*x.
Lube.
He gently spreads it around with his fingers, then something firm nudges my opening and pushes slightly inside.
Because I’m so intimately acquainted with its exact size and shape, I know that what Kage has just slid inside me is my hot-pink dildo.
If my face turns any redder, my skin will burn off.
When I spread my thighs open wider and cant my ass in the air, Kage sucks in a breath. “So f*****g beautiful,” he whispers.
Then he gently pushes the dildo in farther.
I cry out softly, curling my hands to fists around the sheets.
The toy pressed to my c**t sucks and vibrates. The dildo starts to move smoothly in and out. My n*****s ache, I’m breathless and red-faced, and I’m unable to stop myself from rolling my hips as Kage f***s me with my own s*x toy.
“Do you like it?”
My eyes squinched shut and my face flaming, I whisper, “Yes.”
“You like having your p***y licked and f****d at the same time?”
“Yes.”
His voice drops. “What about this, baby? Do you like this?”
He sweeps a finger over the tight lubed ring of muscle between my ass cheeks and gently presses down.
I gasp, eyes flying open, back going stiff.
He croons, “Shh. That’s it, unless you ask for more.”
My heart pounding like thunder under my breastbone, I lie stiff and wide-eyed as he gently massages me there, working the dildo slowly in and out of my p***y as the vibrating/sucking toy makes a meal of my c**t.
The sensation of him touching me where no man has touched me before isn’t unpleasant exactly. It’s just very, very strange. Almost too intimate. I feel like we’re doing something wrong.
I feel like that for all of about ten seconds, until the combo suck-f**k he’s orchestrating with my personal pleasure devices overtakes the rational part of my brain, and I collapse facedown again onto the mattress again, moaning deliriously.
“That’s my sweet dirty girl,” Kage growls. “You’re so goddamn beautiful. I wish you could see yourself f*****g this fat pink dildo. Flexing your hips. You make me so hard. So f*****g hard.”
His voice sears along my nerve endings. He pushes the dildo in and out with increasing speed until I’m moaning and writhing, bucking against the bed. The sensations are overwhelming. The vibrations, the fullness, his finger teasing that sensitive, lubed-up, forbidden bundle of nerves—
The o****m hits me with such force, I can’t make a sound.
My back arches involuntarily. My mouth opens wide. I convulse helplessly as Kage whispers every hot filthy thing a man can say to a woman, words of praise and s****l obsession.
“I love this greedy wet cunt—"
“Come for me, my beautiful slut—"
“You’re f*****g magnificent—"
“This gorgeous p***y is mine.”
I’m sobbing, jerking, coming so hard, I can’t catch my breath. The contractions in my core are uncontrollable. Thermonuclear. I feel as if I might explode.
All the while, he talks to me, a constant stream of tender filth and beautiful profanity that somehow manages to make me feel cherished and worshipped instead of debased.
He pulls out the dildo and replaces it with his c**k, shoved in hard to the hilt.
Then he curls a big hand firmly around the back of my neck and holds me down as he f***s me.
I love it so much, I moan his name.
He winds an arm around my waist and drags me up to my knees, then pushes my head down so my cheek is on the mattress but my ass is in the air. He drives into me over and over, his balls slapping against my p***y, a hand pulling my hair.
The other hand is busy between my legs, tugging on and stroking my throbbing c**t, replacing the toy that fell out from under me when he hiked me up.
“Kage…oh god…”
“Take it, baby. Take every inch of me.”
His c**k is huge, fatter than the dildo even, long and strong. I’m stretched open around him and so wet, it’s slipping down my thighs. My breasts swing with every thrust of his hips. I’m completely out of my mind with pleasure.
Which is the likely reason for what I say next.
“s***k me,” I whisper, clutching the sheets desperately. “s***k my ass.”
“Not this time. You’re not ready.”
I’m almost offended. “What? You’ve been threatening me with it for—”
Crack!
I jerk and suck in a hard breath. My ass stings like fire where he slapped it.
“I said, you’re not ready. Don’t make me say it again.”
“You want to play it that way? Fine—I revoke my permission. The only way you’ll ever get to s***k me is if you let me s***k you first!”
He laughs. Curls his hand tighter into my hair. Keeps f*****g me.
The smug son of a b***h.
He reaches around my body again and fondles my swollen c**t.
If someone can moan angrily, I just did.
Then suddenly, he pulls out, flips me over, spreads my thighs, and goes down on me again, holding my wrists tightly by my sides so I’m pinned there helplessly as he eats me.
When I’m groaning loudly and my thighs are shaking with the effort of holding back another o****m because I’m mad at him, he releases me, throws my legs over his shoulders, and drives inside me again, bending me in half.
He pins my arms over my head with one big hand gripped around both my wrists and starts to whisper hotly into my ear as his free hand grabs my breast and squeezes.
Only I can’t understand what he’s saying because it’s in Russian.
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