I’m on the verge of yet another orgasm when he lifts his head and withdraws his fingers, only to move them lower, smearing my wetness all along the way. I squirm, realizing what he’s planning, but he’s relentless, and I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut as his middle finger finds my back opening, the slickness from my sex acting like lube as the finger pushes into me, past the resistance of clenched muscles.
He’s taken me like this before, but it’s been over nine months, and his finger feels as enormous as his cock, the edges of his nail abrading tender tissues. My heartbeat spikes, my breath catching in my throat as he withdraws the invading finger slowly, only to have it joined by another.
“Peter…”
“Shhh.” He kisses me again, and as the two fingers press on my opening, making me tense in panic, his thumb finds my aching clit. The orgasm that all but receded rockets back, the tension cresting with explosive force, and as I come, moaning helplessly, the two fingers push all the way in.
I tense again, but it’s too late, and all I can do is breathe shakily as he stretches my tight passage, making it sting and burn. The fullness is unbearable, invasive, yet underneath the discomfort is a promise of something more, and my body contracts in orgasmic aftershocks, chasing that darker sensation.
“Yes, that’s it, ptichka,” he breathes against my lips, and I shudder as his thumb finds my clit again. I can’t come another time, it’s impossible, yet my body doesn’t realize that it’s spent. The tension gathers in my core, winding it tighter, and I’m on the verge of orgasm, trembling and panting, when the invading fingers pull out of my ass.
I groan in frustration, tugging on the belt and arching my hips, and he laughs softly, the sound low and dark as the mattress to the left of me dips.
Startled, I open my eyes, but he’s already back, a small bottle in his hand. “Don’t worry, ptichka. We’ll get you there,” he promises huskily, and I jolt as he tips the bottle, drizzling the cool liquid all over my swollen sex. It trickles lower, to the crevice between my cheeks, and my pulse speeds again as our eyes meet.
In his gaze, I see hunger and something more, a wordless yet fierce demand. Hooking his forearms under my knees, he lifts my legs onto his shoulders and leans forward, stretching my hamstrings as he guides his cock to my ass.
“Is this what you want from me?” His eyes glitter as he presses forward. “Is this what you need?”
He pushes in deeper, and I groan at the stinging pressure, sweat dampening my spine as my sphincter slowly gives in. With my legs draped over his shoulders, I can’t control the depth of penetration, and he slides all the way in, filling me until my stomach churns and my breath comes in frantic, shallow gasps.
“I don’t…” I drag in a deeper breath, fighting a wave of dizziness. “I don’t understand.”
“Don’t you?” His mouth twists, a cruel gleam lighting his metallic gaze as he withdraws halfway, only to push back in. “Or is it that you just can’t say?”
The stinging burn is still there, the fullness as extreme as before, but as his thumb lands on my clit, a tantalizing tension drowns out the pain. His hips move slowly, his massive cock gliding deeper with each merciless stroke, and the orgasm begins to build, the pleasure different from before, stronger and darker, as agonizing as it is exquisite.
It’s too much, too intense, and I can hear myself begging and pleading, squirming as much as the restrictive position allows. But the cruel light stays in his eyes, his pace unchanged even as sweat droplets appear on his brow.
“Answer me,” he rasps out, leaning in to nearly fold me in half, and I scream as the pain sets off the spark, lighting the fire that consumes me. The ecstasy explodes through my nerve endings, my vision flooding with white light as I shut my eyes. The tingling chills race up and down my spine, the release careening through my body, making every muscle tremble and lock up.
I hear him groan above me and feel a warm throbbing deep inside. He’s coming too, I realize dazedly, and peel open my eyelids long enough to see the same agonizing pleasure twist his face.
Breathing heavily, he collapses on top of me, and we stay like that, our breaths synchronizing as we recover. My hamstrings feel like they might tear from the stretch, and my ass burns as his cock softens gradually inside it, but I don’t want to move.
I want to stay like this, my body joined with his forever.
“Yes,” I say quietly as he slowly lifts his head and pushes himself up to relieve some of the pressure on my legs. Our eyes meet, and a dark triumph kindles in his gaze as I repeat wearily, “Yes, it is.”